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February 25,1986 - A Day In Life


My Foreverdearest Diary,

The whole day seemed so gloomy and the gray sky, gray world matched my gray shirt and my sad mood.

I got a test score of 3 in Algebra Mid-quarter Test out of 120 items. [that was a major blow]

At Literature period, Miss Opiana also looked gloomy because of the nationwide news in the Philippines. To me she sounded like all of us will die soon because she said before we went home for dismissal : " For your assignment, please bring short stories for.. (paused) ... I don't know if we'll meed again. But in case we will, please, next Tuesday." See? [ I was being melodramatic here about being an adolescent at the beginning of an impending civil war from the EDSA Revolution happening in Manila that time]

What makes me really cry is that PX is in Baguio while the trouble in Manila is becoming worse. I'm afraid there will be civil war and it might reach our province.

I love PX. I miss PX. What could be happening to him these days? I worry about him a lot! How will life be when the civil war will start? Will we still be alive?

There's a curfew for us all from 6PM to 6AM, no one could get out much. No kidding about the war. The only sign folks are waiting for is when our relatives from Manila would evacuate and go back home to the province then it's a sure sign the trouble has gotten worse. When that happens... I guess I'll run away, I'll escape [the thoughts of a girl with a sheltered life] I overheard my folks talking about the EDSA Revolution.. in just a few days the country will be bombed (March 5th is what they say) I will try my best to fight no matter what happens.

Haah! Just my luck to have a boyfriend this year and war in the Philippines!
PX, I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dear God,
Please Save The Philippines!!!



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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.