I’ve had enough of Jess. At the class outing at Fontana, I’d carry his sound sleeping body out in the garden and then pour kerosene all over his body and burn him like he would in hell!! I’ve had enough of everything he does. He’s Satan’s earthly incarnate! I’ve had enough of his insults. Of his temptations. Of his insults. Of his bullying. And of more his other insults. It’s like… Bwahaha, Victor, you are so arrogant you fool! Look at me, I got a higher score than you. Look at you, you failed! You are so arrogant! Next time you should cheat with me, so we should both get perfect scores! Bwahaha! You foolish moron!

Arrgh! ‘Tang ina.

A while ago during Filipino class, we had an awful 20-point quiz. And I failed badly. As in, I might have gotten an 8/20. And my devil-incarnate seat-mate Jess. Loudly proclaiming to the whole class, “Quiet everybody, I only got 1 mistake! Bwahaha!” And then he’d whisper in my ear like Satan, “Foolish, Victor. Look at you, you failed. You could’ve passed and had a high grade if you teamed up with me, you moron.”

Argh!

So we had our Social Studies long test today. Tomorrow, we’ll have our English and Math long tests. Geez. We have long tests everyday this week. Oh well.

Ira came by here a while ago and used my computer. He did their group’s lab reports and projects. And also because their printer isn’t working or something. Whee. He’s my first classmate who stepped in my room (who’s actually seen my house in the first place). He just lives a couple of blocks away I think.

Last night, I was surprised to get a call from Rychus. It was a telephone conversation that lasted an hour I presume (that’s long enough for me, ok).

Apparently, he read a certain entry from my online journal. And apparently, he called me up because he was upset about what I said. I could hear him sniffing so I kind of presumed that he was seriously upset.

Actually, Rychus called me up just a while ago to say sorry for his sudden bursts of mixed emotions. Such are the dangers of reading someone you know’s journal. Or anybody’s journal for that matter alone. You don’t know when he’s exaggerating. When he’s saying the truth, when he’s lying. When he’s just playing with words, or when he can’t find the right one. A person’s journal isn’t the entire person! How do you know I am even real? I may just be writing all these as fiction!

At least Rychus feels and sounds much better.

I’ve been at my violin lessons this afternoon. Doing quite well. As usual, I didn’t get to meet my classmates Skip and the rest of my classmates who take electric guitar lessons at the same mall. They’ve been thinking I’m avoiding them, which is not true. Tsk, I hope I don’t have a bad image in their clique.

Anyway. Been to church at UP. The choir at church was amazing. My mind could’ve gone around the world hadn’t been for them. Like it didn’t.

Well. I’m still depressed.

Good morning. I just got home from school. I want to write an entry before I catch up on my sleep. I actually slept at 1 o’ clock this morning at school. At 1 AM is very abnormal for me. I usually sleep at 7-8.

Class nights NEVER fail to depress me. It’s supposed to be a stage for class bonding for class unity. But all the class nights I have been in (3 to be exact), just makes me feel so isolated. Yeah, it was fun. But it was the kind of fun that depresses me.

Let me narrate to you how it went…

It was drizzling as one usual afternoon went by in this rainy season. My mom brought me to school. I had my back-pack, my beddings, and my orange jacket.

I walked along the deserted halls to my classroom at the far end of the third-year wing. At far distance, I could already hear the loud screaming voice of Jess and the rest of his gang playing Korn songs as a band. I just don’t like those kind of music. However much I would like to show my appreciation for what you are doing, I just couldn’t. Unless you want me to be hypocritic and bang my head on the wall in your quasi-rock concert.

That’s one of the things that has been bothering me. Macky, Jess, Skip, Dino, Toby, and IC are the members of their metal-rock band. And they are the most bonded clique or barkada in class. And most if not all of my classmates really appreciate and like what they are doing. They like metal music, I don’t. And I’m being branded as someone who is not cooperating in our quest for class unity just because I don’t like the music our great class band is playing. Get what I mean? Rule me out in class unity though music because sadly, I don’t like the music all of you like.

There’s another thing. Basketball. If there was one thing my classmates were doing for the longest time, it was playing basketball. Guys, forgive me but you know that I don’t enjoy basketball. I tried playing it with Don, Patrick and John, but I grew quite bored soon. Mainly because I don’t like playing it. Not because I don’t know how to play (because I do!), but because I simply don’t like basketball. So you can rule me out of class unity through sports. By your definitions, the only sport in the world is basketball. How sad.

One other thing. Magic cards. Other than basketball, my other classmates who weren’t as fanatic at basketball as the majority, were playing Magic cards. There is quite a number in class who plays magic cards each and every school day, with each other. Toff, Alejandro, Kim, Mon, Raf, Jona, Josh, and lately Rene. The list goes on. I don’t know anything about magic cards. So you can scrap me out of class bonding through Magic cards

THIS IS MY POINT. I don’t enjoy anything my class likes. I am like a piece of isolated shit. Get my point? I feel so unappreciated.

I like my class. I like my classmates. But I don’t seem to fit in in ANY group in class. What more for the whole class in general?

Individuality is not appreciated in my class. My classmates are hypocrites when they say that they are misunderstood and they are unappreciated. For whoever’s sake, you are a majority! You all like the same things! I am the unappreciated one here. I am the unlucky one. You guys are so self-centered.

I appreciate though, what I heard Skip has been saying last night. What he said is just for me and to those who even bothered to remember what he said while I was pretending to be asleep. Other than Skip, I feel like a nobody to the rest of my classmates. Nobody would mind if I leave. Nobody in class would care if I was gone. Because I never participated in their versions of class bonding. Too bad for me. Too bad.

Okay. Since I won’t be home tonight to be able to write an entry, here I am writing an entry in the afternoon before I go to school and spend the night there for our class night.

Today, we just had almost the whole day taking the Differential Aptitude Test. It wasn’t hard. It was quite fun though even though it was drudging.

Today was also Pinoytuntunan in school. The first ever special festive show to commemorate Filipino Week or something. There were contests and stuff. The show was spectacular. But more on that later.

Anyway. You see, one of the contests at this afternoon’s show was the costume pageant contest or something where classes will send a delegate and dress him up in some mythical Filipino character and let him strut down the walk or whatever at the show.

Our representative was David who dressed up as Lam-ang, a folklore hero from Ilocos region. Anyway, one of his props which our moderator thought of was a rooster. So Toff, our president, brought a rooster today in class.

As usual, my chauvinist classmates were either freaking out that there was a rooster in class or acting all macho and stuff and hurting the chicken and bullying it mercilessly. Lucky for the rooster, there was Rene and myself who were like animal advocate farmers who defended the chicken from the chauvinist men of this cruel world. Seriously, we scolded the people who were bullying the rooster. We took care of the rooster till the pageant.

Thankfully, that rooster made us win. David actually won 2nd runner-up among all the delegates from all the classes in the high school, at the pageant earning our class a banner. He was actually dressed in Igorot-style dress, where he had a hand-woven tribal cloth wrapped around his waist. He had a simple head dress with two big feathers sticking out at the back. He had a well-built body to match with it too. So there. We won.

We also won another banner. We were awarded with a 2nd runner-up banner for the Pasuklaban contest for the best festooned and garlanded classroom doors and halls.

We won two banners in one day. We had won three banners in three months. This is a very, very good pace. By the end of the year, we could overtake section B or G at having the most banners won in our batch.

Anyway. Till tomorrow.

It’s early morning. It’s about 2 AM. I am awake. Actually, I forced myself to sleep at 7 and then told my mom to splash water all over my face at 11 so I would wake up to do my projects due later today.

So here I am. Dragging through the quiet early morning doing our group’s social studies and religion project. I’m a long way from done still…

Anyway. Don’t expect me to write an entry later tonight. I will be spending the night at school with all my classmates for our class night. Oh well, and yet another annual class night where we’re supposed to bond with our classmates. I have a feeling this year’s class night would be better. Because socially speaking, we are doing better as a class, and most of us don’t hate our moderator as much as many of my classmates despised our moderator for the past two consecutive years.

Classes were suspended. And as usual, I am one of the very few, if not the only student, who was not glad. Actually, I felt depressed that classes were suspended today. It was such a gloomy, rainy day. It depresses me.

So there. I was eating the spicy breaded squid I bought at Lai Fu at the driveway walk while waiting for the school bus to pick me and my other bus mates up if ever they knew that classes were suspended. They arrived at about 2 in the afternoon. Had conversations with Ira and Tagle while waiting.

I’m not in a mood to write.