Faces of the Day

This day wasn’t that good and it wasn’t that bad either. :)

The moment I woke up, I told myself to wear a big smile right there and there as I walk out of my room and walk down the stairs. The first person I saw was my mother. I’ll always love to see my mother at the very start of my day. She smiled like an angel, with breakfast ready on top of our table. Mixed rice and fried chicken drumsticks, hotdogs, eggs, never miss the Filipino’s bread, pan de sal, and my most favorite, chocolate milk drink with cute crashed ice that makes it extra ordinarily cold and frosty. What a… :p

Anyway, doing the ordinary thingy, I prepared for school. I took a bath so well and dressed well too, excited to wear my new shoes and show to my friends my newly dyed hair. LOL. I was done preparing everything at 8 to think that class starts at 8:30. I decided to spend the remaining minutes on my bed. Just laid down there and stared at the ceiling. I call this my BLANK MOMENT. I was looking at nothing and thinking of nothing. At exactly 8:20, the light immediately turned off by itself, and then follows the blower, and then silence came next. It’s just then that I realized that power’s off. And that this is God’s way of saying, “Darling, you have to go to school already.” (Ooooh. I get reminded of Sir “W” when I hear Darling. Haha!) So I walked out of the house. It’s too gloomy for 8 AM morning though. Still, I decided to walk with poise and put smile on my face. “No sun for me this morning, so here’s my smile that will serve as sunshine then,” I told myself while smiling more while thinking of it. I rode the green jeepney to school (which I missed riding this sembreak). While waiting for the red light to turn into green, the jeepney passed by this house that destroyed my happy drive. It seems like a man was battering his wife right in front of the door of their house where neighbors can see them, including passersby. What pissed me off is that the neighbors just watched while the woman gets hurt by her husband. No one tried to intrude the battering scene but the chismoso(s) and chismosa(s) out there just kept on looking and talking about them, creating business out of the scenario. That’s so unhappy to see so early in the morning. I thought scenes like that are just seen on TV. I reached the entrance of PS, AUF, bothered. :/

I walked up to the classroom and saw my classmates waiting by the corridors. One immediately noticed my newly dyed hair and made fun of it. I answer back, “May kalawang kasi yung tubig sa’men eh,” then laughed. It was more fun when somebody from my classmates replied, “Wow, pwedeng maki-ligo sa inyo! Astig tubig nyo Ems!” LOL. The doors of our extra-large classroom were still closed but teacher’s coming already. It’s him. Professor Woulda, Coulda, Gonna. I hate him when he says “woulda, coulda, gonna.” It seems unprofessional of him to think that he is a Corporate Comm teacher who should speak formally, using formal English. Anyway, he kept on asking consecutive questions and called my name around three to four times, all during my daydream moment, so I wasn’t able to feedback properly. But I don’t regret it. I don’t mind. The moment that first subject is done, me together with a good friend went downstairs and bought foods. Then chit-chat. That’s what I did for the rest of the day, chit-chat. No teachers coming so I decided to just go home by lunch time and take a rest. Badly, I missed to meet my Creative Writing teacher because I went home early. Now, I’m enjoying blogging. ( HUH? What an ending? :D)