Ana Street: Moving Out

Saturday, March 26, 2005
Moving Out

Well, that's that. That was senior year, and I apologize for not posting regularly. To the average person, whether or not I post regularly doesn't really matter. They couldn't care less, but I'll have you know that my buddy Manna did care. Whenever she was bored, she would request that I update my blog. Of course she has probably given up nagging me by now, so yeah, no one really cares.

I'm moving out of Ana St. Sad as it may seem, it only means that this blog is transferring to a new URL while I introduce a new chapter of The Diary of Ana Alcala in this URL. You see, my blog undergoes a seasonal change of theme. Last summer's blog, if you remember, had a simple red-and-purple theme, while this blog has a mod 60's feel to it.

What seems poignant, however, is the fact that closing this season's blog also signifies the end of my senior year and, consequently, my high school life. Although this blog doesn't really capture the whole essence of senior year, at least it captures a glimpse of it.

That's it for now. Stay tuned for "The Summer of '05."

Now, I'm gonna hit this joint...
posted by Ana, sgtpepper72687@yahoo.com
5:10 PM

10 Comments:

Yes, indeed I can relate to you at this point! Although some part of me envies you for making the effort to post in your blog , I feel the exact same way you do. I am going to miss Assumption a lot. Imagine, 12 years spent in a school 3 minutes away from my house (which btw, youve gone to countless of times)which will end in about 4 days... wow... and its funny how things will change for a lot of us... We'll be going to different colleges now and we wont be cheering for the same teams in interschool competitions anymore.. We'll have new sets of friends and our priorities will most definitely change. I am gonna miss the past, and all the memories we've shared, especially as classmates, most especially as best friends. Its been a pleasure sharing this special bond with your for 4 years already, and hopefully, things wont change between us. Thank you for the laughter, the tears and most especially the company. Always remember that if youre down and feeling like the world is going against you, you are always welcome to visit your second home :) Ill also be online a lot so that means you can message me too. Anyway, I am starting to get all sentimental and a bit weepy, so ill go now. Funny isn't it? I am posting this in your blog, for everyone to see. haha. This most probably will be your longest comment, because of all the things I put here. Alright, I guess I'll be going now.. Just dont forget that as you journey on through life that there is always Someone watching you, who loves you more than anything in this world... You know who Im talking about ;) Dont ever hesitate to give your whole heart to Him okay? believe me, you wont regret it. Anyway, have fun this summer okay? And take care as you go on to college in about 2 months. Love you bozo! God bless.

Your best friend, Patto

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