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February 12,1986 - A Day In Life

Wednesday
February 12, 1986
Evening



Hello!Hello!Hello! I saw PX today!!! Yeheyy! It felt like the world just stopped, and it felt like I could hear Robby Rosa singing "Like An Explosion" over the crowd!

(exact spot of the bus stop where I found him again)Thanks to flickr for the photo


Same story like yesterday, I was with ES again waiting for Ate Baybee. We both crossed the road toward Philippine Lumber to wait for the incoming buses going back to YBTTC*. We were waiting for the next bus then, and still talking. ES began by asking me if Ate Baybee said anything about him, I felt unsure where it was leading to,so I just said "None." (then I just looked the other way) Who did I see a little bit further?! There was PX!!! We both smiled and walked toward each other, and ES was gone in a flash!! would you believe that?! [Yes, when you're in love with love, everything just stops. All you can see is the object of your affection. :) ES was gone? Hmm, I don't think so, I think I was just rude not to tell him to wait a sec]

So PX and I just talked, about what's the latest. PX said.. 'that I'm his crush' and he will see me tomorrow at school!!!!

So I beg you, pleez gimme a vacation to keep you coz we are in danger of my mom and you might fly all my secrets away. See you!! [Yes, after all that time, my mom saw me hiding my diary in a secret place I marked hidden wealth, hahaha, it's a Marcos election terminology]

Red


*What's YBTTC? It's my own term for our sleepy town stands for "You Belong To The City" (shrugs) I don't know why :)

*Who's this PX from the 80s? Visit here
Read the next 80s diary entry here

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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.