Giving up another piece of the past

I got a weird text message from a friend last week saying that our school was already sold to the owners of the nearby mall. I have yet to prove that rumor but it feels weird that all our good memories will now be under whatever new establishment would soon rise there.

I actually regret going to that school academically, since I felt like it didn't really stimulate my brain cells well enough all the time. But experience wise, I met interesting people and gained unforgettable moments.

In that place, I become a normal student for a change(I had a sorta bibo childhood phase, which is another story for another time), I became a one-time bigtime band vocalist (which is still a sakit sa bangs moment if I recall it), a sorta badminton player (who never got to play legally, just during practices), a class treasurer, an occasional "stalkee" (haha), and an unwilling "muse" who was described as a curly haired girl but sported a straightened hair during prom night(that was funny really), and I wouldn't trade those moments for anything else despite the horror really, except at some point when I realize that my English started deteriorating that time.

This definitely says that life is indeed changing...and no matter how much we want to hold on to the past, we can't... so as Limp Bizkit's song says "keep rollin rollin rollin rollin.."

update on the rumor soon...