It’s a long post. Bear with me. Please. It may be the last post im going to make.
Morning. Usual bullshit… worrying too much into getting to school early, not minding much anything about the world.
I smiled a bit. Got in the car, looked outside. It was one of the first days this entire month that we (mom, sister, me) had any morning arguments. It was a good start of the day.
I walked to the classroom in my usual “christmas tree” get-up (with a LOT of stuff, as usual.) Three people were in my way as i got into the classroom. I didn’t remember who they were… coz’ i was probably too busy thinking of the things that happened the previous day.
Ms. Reyes did a quick classroom clean-up. Sir Panis made us do some things in Visual B. and he asked some of us if we wanted to go to school on some saturday to make programs for the AcadWeek II exhibit. We said, sure. [haha, happiness is going to school on some saturday]
The day went by quickly. Deadly and killer Social SW. Chem make my BP go up – honestly… I got like 61.5/80 on that crappy LT. Hey, at least i didn’t fail. English — a boring review of on of grammar’s most fundamental subjects. Ms. Reyes asked for my Canterbury HW, which i gave up whole-heartedly. [That's something good, I guess.]
I crashed the SAC meeting during lunch. I want to join Mondialogo badly. [Think of -- "Parisian" or "British" friend-making.] Went ”spotting” and continued reading ”Diary.”
Math came, gave a seatwork and it conquered me. God! [SW 5 = 17/22] [SW6 = 1/10]. My BP sky-rocketed again. Come HE, the usual headache, with as much love for my groupmates. IN the end, we got like… Php 3500 [like Php 500 more than our capital].
Announcements in the PA system…
Explosion in Glorietta… Effects:
>> That meant that we had to go home. So I had to trash “unwinding”
>> Panic. Sadness. Feeling of insecurity.
>> Norence’s dad went missing. [He'll be found, all safe and sound]
>> Worrying about a multitude of people.
I bonded with some 3C people after HE… it was fun. Got to spill out my deep-dark-secret [shit, by the way]… while my sister was flirting with Cholo Villanueva.
Went home with mom, passed by the area of the incident. [Too depressing to describe]
Called Norence, started praying.
Wrote this post.
I grew fatter today. I ate a lot. Shit.
I feel weird. No sleep for 3 nights in a row. My BP’s skyrocketing, my metabolism is slowing. I want to go to the gym tomorrow.
Thinking ::
>> I should’ve been there. With gie and benj. If we had been dismissed any earlier, i don’t know what would’ve happened. I love GOD so much especially for the ways He’s always there for us. Thank you.
Again, “life’s too damn short — start living each day as it is your last. You never know when you’ll be back with Him. Pray always that this day, you’re still here. Appreciate and CELEBRATE EVERYDAY.”
Chuck Palahniuk kind of rocks, at this point at my reading his book.
Amici.
