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March 1,1988 - A Day In Life

Thursday
Evening 030188

Hi! Hello! Fine,fine,fine because now I've got all the requirements Ate Mimie is asking for me to submit in Manila. Just need to photocopy and mail them tomorrow. Hay,naku! I wish and hope for the best on these things.

Oh, there's something about yesterday at our Social Studies exam, confession: I used a cheat code of Richred and after I copied all the details I needed, Amy said to hand it to her for copying too. After answering the test, I was busy 'teaching' Rusty that's why I didn't know Amy was convincing Marife (seatmate of Shyboy just behind them) to copy from the code. Now their problem was how could the code reach Marife when there's a wide gap between our seats? Quickly, I grabbed the cheat code (codigo) from Amy and threw it to Marife and whispered, "Psst, there's the code!" because it landed just at her desk.But Marife refused to pick it up, yet Shyboy heard us and took it to copy. Hay, I don't know if I would be embarrassed for him knowing my dirty little secret or get peeved because it was the only closest encounter between Shyboy and me... hahaha!

And this morning at the Social Studies class, Rits - our loud mouthed classmate, who says he's my cousin because we're from the same place- again called me "How are you doing, Insan?" Tagalog slang for "cousin". This means he's going to make fun of me again so I tensed. Meanwhile, the ever elusive Brendon was now seated near Rusty and just close enough to hear whatever happens. The most annoying thing that happened, Rits went far too close to me, almost kissed my cheek when he asked me how I was!! The guys at the back, and near us cheered. I was angry because of the semi-embarrassment "Leave me alone!" I said. Rits answered back, calling Brendon : "Brendon, Brendon.. you better seat beside Red"   all the more making me annoyed. Thankfully no one reacted from our class. I didn't even look at Brendon to see how he took Rits' joke (why would I!) But now I don't care anymore... boys are really heartbreakers... all I care about and miss is PX.

Missing so much,
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.