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February 23, 1986 - A Day In Life

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Sunday

Hello. It's a boring day but I can still feel the happiness from yesterday's moments. I feel bad becoz of a gray sky. I'm not sure if he'd be able to come and fetch me at school tomorrow bu GOSH I MISS HIM! I FEEL LIKE DYING IF HE'S OUT OF MY SIGHT! I'm afraid that he might meet someone else who's prettier than me while he's in Baguio City. I'll probably....haaah, stop it!

I love him! that's all and I just hope the jealousy blues will be gone. OK!

I remember I still have to write back Lara, just to say hello and how everything is here. No, I don't feel anything about who is in Tuguegarao. No time for that now.

RIGHT NOW I NEED MY GOODY BRAINS COZ I NEED THEM IN SCHOOL, PLEEZ!

Dear Lord,

Please give me a good day tomorrow though I won't see PX. Please help my test paper in Algebra have a score. Please, dear Lord, and please bless Lara, PX, my teacher in Algebra Ms. Basa, Mama, Miss Opiana, Lanie and all my close friends.


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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.