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exactly one week ago, the worst 24 hours of my life occured...

it was tuesday last week when an almost-failed Stat 101 exam ushered the bad luck for me which lasted throughout the next hours. suddenly i noticed myself having temper problems. everything seemed not right. my mood was so terrible that i almost argued with this classmate of mine who failed to do something for me, that was so important, that i waited for her to arrive at her dorm from six until seven pm. for nothing. i walked-out after hearing her excuses. if felt as if im gonna explode at that instant.

upon arrival at my house, i just took my dinner and went to sleep immediately, desiring to end that terrible day.

then a dream, or should i say a nightmare, woke me up at three in the morning. i did not know what the dream was about. but i felt my heart pounding so much... catching my breath.... worst dream i figured... only that details were unknown to me.

then at seven in the morning the next day, wednesday... i was awakened by my mom with the worst news that you could possibly hear upon waking up... "nasunungan daw si --", "hindi nga", i replied... shocked. " basahin mo sa cell may text", she added. i jumped from my bed, grabbed the cell... and read the message that confirmed the worst news ever to wake you up. the message was sent 1 o'clock in the morning... from a mystery texter.

but still i did not believe it. i texted the person concerned and some other common friends to confirm it once and for all. but no one replied. not until nine. the person concerned replied, confirmed everything, explained in detail their condition, and asked for the support of our barkada. so i called everyone i could... and at about 6 in the evening. we departed to support a friend in his darkest hour yet.

that friend of mine is the clown in our barkada. but at that moment, we saw a different side of him.
he cried. and incessantly thanked us for being there.


that day, however bad it was, made me realize that the friendship i have with my barkada is genuine. i sometimes felt before that our barkada was just meant for gimmicks, parties, celebrations... i wondered if we will still be there for each other during our days of sorrow...

but that day erased every doubt i had

we were not fair-weather friends at all ... but forever friends... in happy days and tragedies

i felt stupid for thinking such.

i apologize.