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February 28, 1988 - A Day In Life

Sunday
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Evening (10:25PM)

Hi!Hello! At least, in the middle of my busy life I thought of dropping by to write,ha! Exams tomorrow that's why I'm still up.

There's something.. on Brendon: He passed by our house last Thursday (Holiday for EDSA) wearing that brown shirt His Brod wore when I first saw him during JS Prom. Brendon rode a bike going to Embarcadero, or further who knows. At a glance I even thought it was His Brod, but then it was Brendon!

Because I was just in familiar surroundings that I call my home, I acted like a boy-crazy gal "Hey, Kuya Fivestar, that guy's my crush!!!" With that,Brendon looked back at me but still biked on. "I'm dead." I uttered then hid but what for, he already saw me!! ah, whatever will be, will be I said to myself.

So good that this Friday, Brendon looked kind of our of this world. Was he on drugs or something (maybe, because his eyes were looking sleepy. He was so quiet, not even joking as he used to. He was actually seated just by me because Amy was absent,huh!) Isn't that odd!  But I know he still talks to Sheila, but hey I overheard this girl has a boyfriend at the Mabini section (Eeeks!) [whatever that meant, now as an adult I ate my bad word, haha because I married one from Mabini section :-D]

On Lanie, well... cool-cool-cool still. I'm not ok with her I guess today. Last Thursday I went by their house and was talking to her. Her mind was somewhere else and not really listening to me. I gave a lame excuse of going some place else... then I ran home.

I love PX! (listening to the old gold mixtape 1986)

hay.....Red

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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.