Buhay Pisay

They say high school is one of the best parts of a person's life. No doubt mine is.



Those were the days when we would stroll around the campus during late
afternoons, talking about anything under the sun. We used to make tambay
in the GRHM (illegally) during the lunch breaks and at the pergola
watching volleyball in the afternoons. I used to stay late in school
just to be with my friends, usually not caring about the Coro Physics
exam I have to take the following day.



Those were the days when Kurt would argue with Sir Chung about the Book
of Nomenclature (for the love of God!). Or we'd learn about life and be
inspired by the words of Sir Jleg and Ma'am Oblepias.



Those were the days when we prepared for the Paskorus, and for plays we
loved performing. Those were the tambay days, hell weeks, prom nights, kilig, and memorable moments of Pisay.



One can't turn back time and bring '01 back to Pisay again. Never again
will my batchmates flank the front lobby benches, play basketball at
the hot court, and sit around at the back lobby. Our reign in Pisay has
passed and we don't own the place anymore. But our memories do. They
will stay with the hallowed halls and the green surroundings of Pisay. We
have made our mark in that school and have taken home lasting friendships and
endless memories from it.



That's what Luz and I were talking about during our visit to the empty
Pisay two Sundays ago. High school will never happen again, and we
never want to go through it again, but we will always have the
life-long friendship that started from high school, and for that, we will always
be thankful.



That's what not seeing your best friend for 5 years does to you. It makes you a drama queen. I love you Bes! I'll see you soon.