Six years after graduation, UST 4C5 Journ Batch 2003 can proudly say we're still together. We hold regular reunions and meet-ups. We eat, we drink (not a lot of alcoholic beverages, though), we party together.
The lines of cliques and individual barkada's that divided us in college have slowly blurred. We simply referred to ourselves as C5.
True, Diaspora has set in. Some of us are in the States, Dubai, and Singapore. There had been fights and just about all the telenovela drama you can think of.
Yet when we one of us is down and needs the support of the class as a whole, majority of us respond.
We are this because JP made it so. He had a way of reaching out (and begging) to people that you just can't say no when he calls for a reunion.
He patiently placed an alarm in our e-groups to remind us one week ahead of time of who was going to celebrate their birthdays. Every. Single. One. Of. Us.
This is the story of JP as a C5. This is the story of C5.
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