hang-over saturday and a hell of a week
Monday: I was fine, I was happy, CW was fun as always. I also watched Sevigne with Ces and my other classmates. Sadness begins.
Tuesday: I was okay, I was wondering, Journ had been fun. I also went to Ateneo with Dana and Ma’am Chua’s other students for the staged press con. Wanting begins.
Wednesday: I was sleepy, I was confused, life is unfair. One of my worst days. I lost in scrabble. I didn’t attend any class. I tried to understand the comres discussion but couldn’t for my mind was wandering. I also watched Inang Yaya with the others. Jealousy and the pressure of a decision begins.
Thursday: I was really sleepy. I watched films the whole day. Ces and I found peace in sign language…but what is really happening becomes evident. There is no turning back now. Torment begins.
Friday: I stood my ground. I gave my position. And I saw them together. I cried at last for the first time this week. I went home. I cried again in front of my friends. I got drunk in the middle of the afternoon. (BTW this is personal, the political part comes after this parenthetical sentence).
They stood their ground. We were surprised, but somehow I expected it. I didn’t cry. Ces stayed at our boarding house. We got drunk. I couldn’t cry. Regret begins.
Saturday: We go home. We are hang-up about everything…about our lives, our friends, our beliefs, our broken dreams. But we were not hang-up with alcohol. I wish we were.