Friday the 13th


I was on my way to school when all of a sudden I have noticed that people are wearing black shirts. Exaggerated maybe but I really couldn’t help thinking about it. Oh well, maybe it was just due to my morning illness. Yes, I had to cut my first class coz I was not really feeling well. It was only when I got to school that I have realized that it’s Friday the thirteenth. Darn.

It’s quite interesting to note that this is the 2nd Friday the thirteenth this school year. Thank God, I have taken note of the cacophonous day that was. So I had to somehow reminisce a bit and see if there’s an awkward similarity.

Here's what I have written on the 13th of May, 2005, Friday.

Darn. O. M. G.
I was not able to update my blog this week, got sleepy in most of my classes. Quite the same, but some things were somehow altered a bit. First, although I never had a quiz today, I had a graded recitation and I barely got a 2.5, which is also half-way mark (meaning, it’s like the 5/10 since in our philo recitation, we’re just being given either a 4.0, 2.5, or a 0.0). Second, I saw an angel, the most amazing angel that I have seen. Ewan ko ba, these days, I used to see her everyday. Third, I wasn’t late for my first class, but I was absent. Fourth, nothing seemed to be depressing today since I became so productive, in a way. I’m not expecting any exam but a paper. Fifth, I was never as parsimonious today (oooh, I’m becoming a sesquipedalian blogger!). Then blah blah… And lastly, I have to be in school tomorrow for three things: One, I have to go to the Lib and research. Two, I have to attend the Ateneo HS Math Club project since we’re giving a talk about our home org. Third, I have to go to Nikki’s house and finish our histo paper.

Well, I may not look so busy but to tell you, damn, my first hell week this year will be on the week of my birthday. Argh. But looking on the brighter side, I guess, it’s just a good way of kicking off my last teenage year. Enjoy, enjoy, enjoy!

You’re just too obvious. I understand you. Well, it’s my fault. You’re naiilang, and I know it’s not getting any better. Maybe I should set some distance in order to help you cope with it, and ease the ilang feeling. Well, I guess, things will never be same again. It’s just so sad to think, but I guess I have to accept the consequences of my actions. Again, I am so sorry for breaking your trust, and for ruining our good friendship.

A sesquipedalian ass, rather.

"When all is said and done, more is said than done."

A Mediocre Day


This morning, to my astonishment, I found myself occupying someone else’s bed. I can still feel the Jerbaxx spirit running through my veins, invading all the sanity in me. I've held my head, relieving the headache and trying to remember last night’s memories. Oh, yeah, it was Kuya Moi’s birthday party last night. Should I blame Kaye for introducing me this kind of demonic drink? Nah, at least I was able to meet new great friends, Ria and Diana. The night must have been so harsh, at the peak of emotions. Thanks, Mal, for wasting your time hearing all of my nonsense rants.

Oh well, I just miss the days.