A Letter to the Mamugz

I went thru my clearbook this morning to make it available for re-use for my printed exhibit forms, and as I read what I've taken out from its sleeves, I realize one thing: I'm a Mamugz.

Not just a mamugz because I once belonged to Group 3, and so the name. But I am a mamugz because I'm soo an OC. I remember Milo branded me as the "Queen Mamugz" back then. And I guess that's why Group 3 has its name "Mamugz" as popularized.

I'm hitting the keyboard right now to say something to the Group. Here goes..

I'd just like to say 2 things. Sorry, and, Thank you.

Sorry......

> for pressing numerous deadlines on you
> and badly wanting that everyone can meet it for me (tho I'm half-expecting that someone, somehow, might not meet it blah blah blah)
> for me being bossy and demanding at times, or all the time, that is
> for being OC-fied by me and my ways. LOL
> for me being makulit and bugging whenever I text you of this and that, are you done with this and that, and co-relate with him/her/them etc

Thank you......

> 'cause somehow I felt respected (tho I think most of you had rolled their eyeballs countless times, felt exasperated, backbited me, and felt like you want to stab me for being sooo ____________ -fill in the blank na lang.... i know you've got something in mind to fill that with, haha!-)
> for listening to me whenever I call for meetings (na murag kanunay man ata, I forgot)
> for meeting my deadlines :)
> of course, for the friendship and for the memories :)

I pray that in the future I'll see you guys as successful RNs, MDs, businessman/businesswoman, writer, astronaut, teacher, actor/actress, whatever. Happy Graduation, Mamugz!

From your ex,
Kyna N.