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February 13, 1986 Morning - A Day In Life

February 13, 1986
Morning

Hello! I can't get away from you, dear diary! Coz I'm too nervous to see him and I don't know how
to excuse myself from my friends after school.Yaiiiikks! I'm really nervous and I can't even study for
our quiz in Biology coz it bothers me a lot! I can't sleep, I can't concentrate on our  lesson in school, all - I can't! [ahh, the melodrama haha]

Why am I addicted to PX!? I don't know. I'm afraid I might scream or [go the extreme] and faint altogether if I see him. As if he's so popular [yes, I was in the clouds] I dreamed last night that he picked me up from school, and said, while holding my hand "Let's go" :))
And in my dream, my friends and some classmates from the smart group were there and they cheered!!! [I wished for approval I guess] I'M TOO-TOO NERVOUS!! He might say "i luv you', eh I might collapse! Dear God, help me control my emotions. I still don't understand the meaning of love but I'm really trying to. Aaaaahhh!!!!

Another bad girl, Ate Issa - who's Ate Baybee's friend... supposedly told Ate Baybee this morning:  "I've seen Red yesterday at the bus stop in Carried with 2 UGLY guys." .. Grrr! [Whatever I wrote in this entry diary further I'm omitting. I realize now the statement was Ate Baybee's way to put me off PX - by scaring me that Ate Issa would tell on me to my relatives.Ate Baybee knew my weakest spots then, or thought so that it was. Btw, Ate Issa was quite a popular girl in our place. She and her sisters were considered the pretty faces too. Sad to say, Ate Issa has passed away from a heart ailment in 2010]

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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.