Gennaio Ventitre, 5:11 PM

Just woke up from afternoon nap. My head hurts. Maybe it’s because of the chicharon I ate this afternoon, in school.

Today, I woke up as early as I could to attend the b-ball training. I was pretty successful, and I was the first person in the gym. Seconds later, Coac Rodney arrived. I put on my running gear.

When I was locking the laces, a faculty arrived with a new male player. He’s cute, I think. I changed right away and my team mates started arriving at last. We did the old routines except for the diamond laterals. Coach was pretty impressed by Mj. When we were stretching, Coach told us that we’re going to have a rest and recreation after school finals. Yay.

And it was first time to do defense. I messed up, really. Or maybe Sam is just to quick for me. I was amazed with these girls. You know, I was playing with boys, and I could easily do the defense, but here, I was having a real hard time. After few minutes, I got used to it, and Elaine had me for the defense opponent, and this time, I got a real grip on it and she had a tough time passing through.

The coach voluntarily let me go because it was eight o’clock already, and he knows that I have a class. I took a quick bath and changed into my school uniform. On my way out of the gym to the Hotel Building, I saw the tall dude who sits with me in my first period class. He said I was late. I replied that so he was. He’s right. The teacher was already there when we arrived. Hence, she didn’t say a word, and we proceeded to our seats.

Then, in second period class, the two of my classmates just had their presentation. No offense meant, but they’re so boring. I mean, they could do better than that. I just continued writing, while half-heartedly listening to them. And this Or dude was immitating my style. Hmp. I played chess with Brian, and he’s pretty good at it. He’s the first person who almost defeated me.

But the teacher sent us out of the room because they will have a class for the next hour. I was pretty scared, so I scurried off, before anyone else in the room.

I went to the dumpling resto, but instead of eating dumplings, I ordered cheesedog sandwich. It was pretty early then, but I was hoping to find Kathy so I went back to school. I failed to find her so I went to the fifth floor all by myself (ha, don’t wanna leave) and sat on a bench and continued reading “The Romanov Prophecy”. Ten, I started feeling the head ache.

I attended fifth period class, wherein chaos is part of the daily living. I’ve got super talkative classmates, and a tolerant teacher. What more could I ask for? We had some presentations, and I was included, although it’s not my turn yet. I was disturbed wile reporting, because bthis guy in front of me was so noisy. He keeps on talking and talking nonsense. I mean, if he’s trying to joke, he should try better to be funny. His jokes weren’t funny. Nasty, more likely.

Thank goodness, I was able to finish the presentation despite of numerous interuptions. Before the end of the class, our teacher was handing out our grade slips. I asked for mine, and I was totally SHOCKED to see my grade. I got an A minus (93 I guess). I mean, I don’t kind of expect that because I’ve been absent for a very long time (due to dengue fever) and I don’t much talk in the class. Well, I thanked my teacher and borrowed James’ visual. He hesitated, but gave it anyway. I was summoned by my teacher, and it looked like she was about to tell me something bad. Nothing to worry about, because when I went up to her, we walked out together from the classroom, and she juist asked me if I know this Moreno girl. I said I did not, because I barely interacts inside. I nearly asked her if the grade she gave me was just a mistake, but I thought, it would be disrespectful. I bid her goodbye and went to the gym. The locker room was locked, clearly there’s no v-ball training. On my way out of the scool, I saw Kathy. She asked me to wait for her so that we could go home together. You know, she lives nearby our neighborhood. I agreed and even went with her to the hotel building. We saw this nice huge bed in one of the classrooms, and Kathy said we could lie down while we’re waiting for the shirt she bought from the school. Eugene entered the classroom, then hesitated and backed out when he saw us. The guy was extremely cute, if you ask me. He’s the first person I considered cute when I transferred in that school. We’re not that close, but we sort of talking to each other if there’s a chance.

Elaine arrived with the shirt and we got going. Homeward bound, I mean.

When I got home, I washed up and went to bed. I woke up five in the afternoon and went online. I’ve read about Heath Ledger’s death. It’s not clear yet that he had committed suicide, but some of his rep said that he’s taking sleeping pills, I just don’t remember if it’s valium. People cried for the loss, and some other people says that he’s too young to die. I agree. He’s just twenty-eight. I’m no fan of Heath, but I guess, I felt sad. Sad, in the first palce, for his daughters.

Many grieved in Hollywood because they lost a young, talented man. You know, he’s an award winning actor, and all. You know the gay cowboy Jake Gyllenhaal kissed in “Brokeback Mountain”? That’s him. He has many other films, but that’s the only one I can remember. Oh, he’s in “Grimms Brothers ” and “A Knight’s Tale” too. Good riddance, Heath…..

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