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I'm so tired from school. =( Anyway, I can't get over my 13th year. Since yesterday, memories of my 13th just came back to my head. It's sad though cause it just makes me miss Philly even more. =( The other night, I was praying to God before I slept, while I was praying and thanking God for my 13th, tears suddenly came out from my eyes. I'm not exaggerating, I'm just being honest. Pictures of memories came flashing in my head. Grad, batch outing, legacy, first ever misunderstanding namin ni Mai nung school fair, intrams (my first time to join a sport for intrams), 3 months without my mom, confirmation, migrating, etc... BIG AND MEMORABLE things happened in my life when I was 13. It wasn't all fun cause God really gave me so much challenges in that year. It was good though cause it made me more tough and strong.