I don't want to wait

So this is how my fcukery day went.

I woke up early for school just because my professor in Theology doesn't permit late comers to take the exam. The first thing I looked for, the moment I opened my eyes was my phone, checked it for updates, went to messages then typed these words, "Good morning :)". Pressed the button in the center, selected his name among my contacts, then pressed send. I flipped it, faced the window to get some air and sunshine, looked back to check my phone then there he goes. Flashing his name on my little screen. "New message from ..." I was so surprised that I checked it the moment I saw his name flashing. The message says, "Same to you". I tried again saying, "Aga mo gumising :) Goodluck sa test." In just a matter of seconds, he replied, "Ty". What the hell. I mean, what was just that? I don't know if he was just doing something or whatever but it takes a lot of courage for me to press the send button after typing good morning and that was all I got. "Same to you" and "TY". It wasn't even the whole word, not even an effort to say goodluck back. After all, he knows that my finals lasts until tomorrow. Oh well, maybe he just doesn't care.

And so, my day went on. I was so devastated with my morning agenda but I don't have a choice but to continue my life and finish this bitching day. I stepped out of our house... and while I was walking on the street, the tric that I used to ride came rushing to my direction. He paused his tric in front of me so I assumed that I must ride on it. I went inside, and he looked at me, smiling and saying something. I thought it was just nothing so I ignored him. He looked at me again and I removed my earphones, looking soooo irritated. I asked him, "Ano po?" Then he said, "May iba akong sinusundo, pasensiya na." God, you must have seen my face, I sooo want to punch him. I was sooooooooooo embarassed. IN MY FACE. SHIT. I went off the tric, turned my back then rushed to the opposite direction. I covered my face with my hair, I don't want everyone to see me. I feel like the tric driver must be laughing so hard at that moment. I want to disappear and evaporate from his sight. And everybody's sight. I rode another tric, then continued on my way going to UST.

I arrived 15 minutes before the exam. Studied at Lacson, then went straight to our room with Gabby, Mon, Kim, Chanelle and Dai. My professor arrived before us but she was just arranging the seats then. I walked straight to my seat. When she was distributing the test papers, I called Chanelle, I told her to wait for me 'cos we'll be going home together. Dindi called me while Chanelle was saying yes, so I turned my back to her direction, I asked her, "Bakit?" She didn't answer back so I talked again and said, "Ano?" Then she said, "Si Ma'am, SSHHH." So I faced my professor's direction then saw her staring angrily at me. She suddenly said, "Get out." I smiled then went out. Another embarassing moment, I thought. I stayed outside for almost fifteen minutes until one of my blockmates called me and told me to get back inside. I entered our room and went straight to my chair. I sat and answered quietly. I have to get it done and cry later for such an embarassing moment.

3 devastating moments, how could I have handled all of them. I decided to proceed with my day, after all I don't know what would probably happen next. So there, I went to Viewpoint after my Theology final exam for Ikay's despedida. She'll be gone for a year and her baby's 3 months old now. I'm happy for her though 'cos she'll be having a baby soon :) I hope I'll be one of the godmothers. Anyhow, Mon returned my camera. I switched it on and to my surprise, it's already broken. Dude, my camera, my most loved camera is already broken. The lens won't lock anymore and the pictures are so blurred. I don't know what happened. I asked Mon if he dropped it or what but he said he didn't. But I just find it soooo impossible that it was broken without a cause. He doesn't want to admit it so I have no choice but to bear my broken camera's situation alone. I cried when I told my Mama about it. She kept on telling me that I don't really know how to take good care of my things. If she only knew that it wasn't me. I wouldn't have been scolded like that. *sigh*

I hate this day for being such a fcuking pain in my ass and my eyes, too. I wish tomorrow would be a better one.
Goodnight.