My Own MB Book, I Guess

Diary: 08/02/2020, 5:00 PM

Another entry that I'm 100% sure at least 10 people would read in a span of a week. And then stop there because no one else bothered to read this entry and instead are interested about the other things I do for a living.

Anyway.

Today was a strange day. In a good way or a bad way, depends on you if you continue reading on.

Early morning, as usual I have to follow my dad, but today was the day where my sister gets her certificate for her pre-university.

And suddenly, even though mine's on 4th April, social anxiety kicked in.

Anyway, we hung around till it was 1:45 PM, where my mom would come and pick us up to get to my sister's certificate award.

Upon arrival, I found myself in nostalgia. This was the school where I went for three years before I moved out to my new school that I graduated from.

I looked at the basketball field where I tend to play basketball, and I saw an old friend of mine wearing a Kobe Bryant basketball uniform.

He doesn't seem to recognize me, but I'm fine with that. I've been gone for two years, it would be understandable that my own classmates forget about me.

We went to the auditorium, and along the way, I see students playing various sorts of games and sports, and I knew for sure that curricular activities were currently ongoing. I remember well when I joined the debating club.

Still got post traumatic stress from that one speech I made, which is effectively stuck in my brain forever.

Then we passed by the library, my only place of solitude back then. I enjoyed being in the library.

I mean, c'mon man. I love books. What can I say?

Once we arrived, we took a seat at the very side of the auditorium, guided by my old friend.

Note: I am gonna use my nickname, because there is no fucking way am I gonna use my in real life name.

"Nafi! It's been a long while!"

Hearing him say my name made my heart skipped a beat, and I unconsciously smiled.

"Hey. It has been a while.".

"So, how are you?"

"Doing fine."

"Great to hear that! Here's your seat."

"Thanks."

It was a short conversation, but somehow I was happy that someone actually remembered me.

The ceremony began and my mom had to go pick up my younger brother from school at 3:30 PM.

Why?

National Day practices.

I think he has one today. If he doesn't, well, fuck me in the ass.

Anyway, I didn't bother watching, but the moment the performers (who are also the graduates) began singing 'We Are Young', it caught my attention.

'So they even sing songs like that here,' I thought. I watched for a minute or two before losing interest and went down on my phone reading Iris Zero.

It's a great manga, I recommend checking it out.

Hell, I'm making a side story of that manga, but it won't be published until I finish at least one of my books.

Back to topic at hand.

Then my dad asked me to call my sister, who already received her certificate (which I, the poor unfortunate soul had to take a picture of her receiving the certificate) because he was hungry and wanted to know where the canteen was.

When I exist.

Remember that I used to be in that school, so I know the layout of the school in and out.

Turns out he also wanted my sis' car keys so that we can put away the gifts given to us at the entrance into the car so that I don't have to keep carrying it around.

I'm like, 'the fuck, dad? You know I can carry these, and it's not even a problem.'

Then my dad and I went to the canteen and he told me to order something for him.

Social anxiety kicked in, and I refused to do it, no matter how much he insisted.

Long story short, he was so pissed that he went to find a place to smoke.

Not that I mind.

Then he came back and did it himself.

When he should've done it already and wouldn't be unnecessarily pissed off.

Then we waited in the canteen while my dad ate. And we waited for a while there even after my dad finished.

And then after a while, we went to outside the auditorium and my dad told me to look for my sister since the event was already over. When I halfway got up the stairs, I saw a few familiar faces. One of them was my old primary schoolmate, while the twins were my former classmates. They don't seem to recognize me, but that's fine.

I went in to find her, and goddamnit was it crowded with parents and graduates.

Then I spotted my two senpais. A male and a female.

Yes, I call them senpai because they're otakus and I call them that all the time.

For the sake of identity protection, I will simply give them their gender-senpai.

"Hey, male-senpai."

"Oh, Nafi. Been too long since we actually met."

Context: we have our contacts still and we occasionally talk via texts.

And then his parents ask us to take a picture together, much to my embarrassment.

Then female-senpai came along and all three of us took a picture together.

Minutes later, here I am in the car typing this.