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February 10,1986 - A Day In Life

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Good Evening, dear diary. I had a good day if only I didn't have fantasies some days ago.

I went to school feeling awkward of my hairdo. I seems I've got a lot of fans,ha. No kidding, I have another classmate,Daff, she also has a new hairdo but my seatmate Jerom was making fun of her, then said: "Your hair looks so much better, it looks good on you. You kind of resemble...." he trailed off because I wasn't really listening because I was paying attention to my other seatmate, another Jerome - he's the Filipino-American - who finally spoke up. I know this guy has a crush on me but won't admit it! Whenever Jerom would tell stories, Jerome would still look at me for approval before he gets to laugh. I don't know why. He has a crush on me? Hahaha! Anyways, the lessons for today were so easy, because I was so inspired! But that inspiration was gone. He sort of stood me up. Isn't it? I really waited but no PX came. I'm angry at him, so angry! I don't want to see him anymore!

Hey, I dreamt last night that I was watching a Menudo concert. I was late in going to the concert but when I entered the stadium, there were only a few people there so I took the frontrow,ha! That time, in my dream, Robby Rosa was singing solo. When he finished singing, he sat near another fan. But when he saw me, he smiled at me, I smiled back. He said "hello" and gestured me to come closer. I said to myself: "Who does he think he is?" So Robby Rosa came over to where I was. Then... no one woke me up, but I just did despite the wonderful dream. [hahaha, indeed! In reality, I get this dream now from what happened in February 12,1986. You'll find out later]

That's all I can write for now, I'm angry at PX. I hate PX! I hate PX! I hate PX!

I love Ralph! I love Ralph! I love Ralph!



Read the next 80s diary entry here 

Note: Wondering who is this PX from the 80s?

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Presenting "A Day In Life" my series of texts from my journals that I kept between the ages of 14 and 17. I'll be adding new entries every now and then to share all my thoughts, ideas,events, experiences, memories, ideas I had during the eighties. It is for my continued amusement that I read and reread my old journals, even when there isn't much content, I still gain occasional insight how I'm still in the process of changing to maturity. Most of the names have been changed to protect the people I recently found on Facebook. A few are just partial entries, my bleeping and blinding exclamations have been removed and some entries have been modified to give way to my now correct spelling and grammar. Yet the mix of excitement, melodrama and pleasant memories from the eighties are still much felt :)I hope, as you read my old journal with me, you enjoy the same sentiments.