Danica's Diary 1.01

I walk in a straight path of pavement going to this yellow-coated, one-storey establishment infamously known as the Shopping Center. With every step I made, I thought about the things I needed to do in there. I thought about how I would do it in just one go. I didn’t want myself to look lost, stopping by every kiosk I pass by. In everything I would do, I just needed to be poised. Everything I needed to buy, every stall I need to go to must be all organized in my head. They just need to.

I walked in to the grocery area, feeling a little “medieval” atmosphere caused by the pale fading walls. I couldn’t help but notice how old-looking the place was. It might have been older than me. I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. I just went there to ask for some prices, and I did it fast, way before I got myself intrigued by the whole place to insult the whole thing. It would just be a waste of time.

As I walk out of the door, I brushed my hair and my shoulders and went on to the next stall I’m headed for.  Alas, everything else I needed was there: the lanyards, ballers, and keychains. A lady wearing a white unattractive shirt stands behind the counter with her elbows sitting on the surface and her chin, on her palms. She looked at me with a weird, tired face. Her pale makeup, her straight face, and her soon-to-close eyes just gave me the creeps. I just smiled. She didn’t. 

“Ate, magkano sa mga lanyards nyo?” I asked.

“120”

“Eh sa ballers?”

“35,” I noticed her voice didn’t change a pitch. Was she a robot? O.o I just nodded.

I wasn’t sure what lanyard design to buy, so I asked her “Ate pwede bang picturan kasi –“

“oo,”  I wasn’t even finished yet. And again, *robot voice*. Yikes. Her rushed eye shadow didn’t help either. So what the heck, I took pictures.

With everything I needed with me, I took off. I took off to some place better, to purgatory. BLEEEEH, I just went back to our lounge. At least there would be no robot voices there.

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Danica's Diary 1.0

                I wiped my hair with my towel and fluffed it to give it a little volume. I was known to have an elegant wavy hair. But today, I bet it wouldn’t be noticed. Bad hair day. Bow. I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed. I brushed my hair with my hands from root to the ends. I fluffed it a little bit more. The difference weren’t that big, really. My hair fell up to my jaw, but it was the longest it had been for years. And again, I was almost running late. My friends, Jim, Jack, Pau, and I agreed to meet at Jim’s place. There was no occasion. It was just for us to bond with each other again. It had been a while since we  last each other, and today – it’s something special. 

                Knock, knock. Jack’s here. We’d agreed that he would go to my place first before going to Jim’s place considering how far he lived from the rest of us. It’s been years since they moved to a farther place, and it’s been years since he would go to our city just to visit us. And by that, I knew he got used to travelling that long. For our friendship.

                As usual, he wore a green shirt, mahogany shorts, brown shoes, and a matching black cap. He’s guy-next-door trademark. And what’s worth taking note of is that whatever we wear, our clothes go with our personality.

                We arrived in Jim’s crib. He welcomed us with some snacks. The snacks weren’t too fancy, but it was good. Of course, I wouldn’t expect Jim to dress up for this occasion. He was basically at his home. He wouldn’t be caring if his fats would show off, or if he hadn’t shaved. It was his house, for crying out loud. Laughs. No one would care. He placed the electric fan behind me. And I would say that was the worst place he could place it. Well, it was the worst place for my hair.

                While playing Monopoly, one of our favorite games aside from battling our hearts out with our Pokemon cards, Jack called my attention. I looked back. He grinned, saying “Danica, your hair looks like Ursula’s”. And of course, I would look for any excuse I could make, considering I was having a fairly bad hair day. I just smiled and said “It was the fan! It’s blowing my hair, and you know how wavy hair holds after being beaten up by strong wind,” and the game would continue with laughter. 

                And of course, Pau came late. He wore his cyan v-neck shirt and his regular pants. We played another round of Monopoly and then watched our favorite movie franchise, SCARY MOVIE. We would just laugh our asses off while watching that movie.

                The table was already set for lunch. On the plates were longanisa and rice for all of us. Everyone grabbed their own food. And of course, we wouldn’t be kings of horror and gore if we wouldn’t be talking about gross stuffs WHILE EATING. Yes, WHILE EATING. Talked about Human Centipede, SAW, Scream, Final Destination, and even poop. Laughs. 

                There’s nothing better to end our day than having our fierce Pokemon TCG battle. It was Fire against Water against Grass against Psychic. The table would be filled with intense magnitudes of our elements as we battle out with each other with our own world-destroying strategies. There would be tension and suspense. That’s how we roll. That’s how ELEM4 is.

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