Don't know what's happening.

A week. I had a week but what I did was to let my pride swallow me in.

It was a day in school. A lot nice actually because of good results from Quarterly exams. I thought this would be enough to lift my spirit up because as of this morning, there is really something wrong.

And I want to know it.

It is a shortened period today. Meaning: Lasallians would go out, watch movies and maybe play volleyball at the court and find a really cute Level 6 guy hanging up, talking to his mom and a very adoring Varsity player (Sorry, Quita. He is just SO cute.) But now, we (Audrey, Marianne, Joyce and Owie) searched the shelves of the National Bookstore to find a good book to read. we browsed, sat, talked a lot and get caught by a some kind of a guard. It was fun.

But it wasn't fun enough.

We are going back to school since it is where our service vans were. Not unless someone of us will commute. (But for me, it's impossible). Then I realized how nervous I was (Not common). My heart pounded like giant waves pulling me back. And I know that if I get this nervous, something would happen, A BAD nightmare.

Yep. A BAD nightmare happened. (It's a secret to tell).

And I am SO SAD about it.