Shop. Feb Fair. Soc’s Alumni Homecoming. Alumni meeting/party.
Windang. Pagod. Lasheng. Puyat.
Damn. When was the last time I jogged? I woke up before 6am today for a morning walk but I realized that I’d rather go back to sleep for a much needed rest.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh…
It was in the afternoon of February 13, 1987 and I was in fourth grade. Yes, that was almost twenty years ago, no need to rub it in, okay? (But hey, I look younger than a lot of people today who were not yet born that time, hehehe)…
I was hurrying my way back to school after buying a heart-shaped donut from Mister Donut for my crush and I didn’t want to be late for our section’s Valentines party. Instead of using the pedestrian lane to get to the other side of the road, I decided to walk around the city plaza which was in the middle of the main avenue. My reason: I was so proud of what I had just bought which cost me more than my week’s savings and I wanted to show it to the whole world. With my head held up high, I walked arrogantly around the plaza that I didn’t notice those steps going down. Ummph! The next thing I knew, I was flat on my face eating dust in front of many people. I got up quickly, left the donut, and went on my way. I had skinned knees but I found out that the embarassment I felt was more painful. As I got back inside the classroom, I sat down and told no one about what happened and pretended that I was enjoying the party…
I never celebrated Valentines Day ever since. Luckily, my former girlfriends didn’t make any big deal about it. Maybe because everyday together was Valentines Day. Hahaha! Naknampucha! Baduy!
My son’s turning nine this year. It seems that I must hide any resentment that I have against V-day and pretend that nothing happened nineteen years ago. I don’t want to deprive him of that wonderful feeling I had before that fall… and every single fall that I had through the years.
(On Thursday, Ige and I will have part two of our Valentine date.)
Last night I had a panic attack and it was the most intense attack I’ve had in months. I guess it lasted for only about ten seconds which seemed like forever. I gave in just when I was about to give up. I managed to embrace the fear and I am proud of myself.
Weird as it may sound but I believe that I somehow missed that feeling I get whenever I have a severe attack. It makes me feel that I am dying and that I am very much alive.
Another dose of my daily irony supplement…
Puta** ina! Somebody messed with my Friendster account…
I received a text message from dear Ms. Torres last night and she informed me that my Friendster profile was surprisingly different. After attending a Parent-Teacher Conference at my son’s school this morning, I hurriedly went to the shop, checked my Friendster account and got really pissed off. I was an 80-year old male who dates men and my occupation was a prostitute whose hobbies include embracing gay men. Anak ng…
Obviously, I wasn’t able to log out from Friendster properly. I remember it was around 9pm last Wednesday when I opened my account in unit number 6 because my brother was using the computer at the counter. During that time, users where having problems connecting to Friendster (or if they made any connection at all, it was way slower than usual). I can’t believe that this nasty prank happened because I am really cautious with my e-mail, Yahoo Messenger, Chikka and Friendster accounts and I always make it a point to log out properly. Maybe I was just really tired (I spent the whole day driving) that I didn’t notice if I was logged out properly or not. Whenever there are accounts left open by our customers, it is our duty to log them out for their protection but I also believe that every customer should do the same if ever they encounter the same situation. Unfortunately for me, the person who saw that my account wasn’t logged out was such an asshole and messed it up. Inside our own shop? The fuc**ng nerve!
I don’t know if that person hates me or if I have done anything wrong that compelled him to do such an act. All I know is that what he did was very, very mean. I can be a pain in the ass but I won’t do things like what that person just did.
Whoever you are, please don’t ever come back here. And yes, I hope you die tomorrow.
Don’t forget to add me in your Friends List first, okay?
