I told myself last Sunday that I should be anything but gloomy that day. It had marked a certain date last year that I shouldn't even try to dwell on this year. So I kept myself preoccupied with everything that was happening so I would be too busy to think. But when the night had to end, I caught myself thinking again.

I've been too sentimental and overly dramatic since I learned how to wear my heart on my sleeve last year that I turned into a major drama queen. Yesterday, I learned that I should forget how kooky I can still be, especially when I'm alone. I remember telling Teena that the worst person who is able to totally embarrass me is myself. So far, my record hasn't changed, hahaha.

Yesterday, when I had just arrived in ATC to have some well-spent quality time with myself, I stopped over at the ladies room. In the stall, that was when I had realized that there was this hole in my pants near the crotch area. I had no idea how that happened, or whether I had torn it right there and then (heck, I would've noticed the breeze if it was torn earlier). Holy kamote, when I zipped my pants back on, the hole was so obvious, specially when I walk. Oh my oh my oh my. I rummaged around my bag if I had left safety pins (which had fallen out before during my ASM stint for Virgin Labfest) when I realized that I had cleaned out the bag. Then again, wouldn't it be dangerous to pin that area? What if the pin pops open?

Anyway, thank goodness that National Bookstore was nearby. With my bag positioned in front of me to conceal the gaping hole just in case it can be seen from the front, I slowly walked to National Bookstore and purchased a cheap sewing kit. Then I locked myself back in the bathroom and started sewing away. Hahaha, now I'm so grateful for my mom for teaching me how to sew. And yes, Iam, those T.H.E. classes with Mrs. Matic as well, hahaha!

I found myself laughing at myself by the time I was done and was walking around the mall. Thank goodness for moments like these.