I started studying for tomorrow's class eight hours ago. You would think that by now, I'd be finished. Think again. I am not even halfway done with my studies. Not even close. *Sigh* Woe to me. How am I going to go through tomorrow?
Left without any energy to complain about it, I have decided instead to blog my obvious state of restlessness. Hmm...maybe I should just blog about something that happened a few days ago. Specifically, what happened last Friday, September 7th. Yes, it was, yet again, one of those very memorable days.
Note to readers: the reason why I am actually doing this entry is because there are two particular people requesting that I do an entry about this day. You know who you are. So I hope you're satisfied. Hahaha!
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I arrived in school around 10 o'clock carrying a nice bouquet of flowers from ___ (I don't want to say who it is...but most of you probably know). I bumped into Euki and Angelo when I entered the school and unfortunately for Euki, she wasn't able to see ___ (sorry, people...I really can't say who it is). Angelo even made a comment. Hmph! I'll get you for that, Mr. John Angelo Cortez!
Anyway, back to the story. I immediately went to The Scholastican Office to supervise layout with Peachy and Karen. As I passed by the halls of my school, I can see a number of students looking at me. I wasn't humiliated. But I did feel a little conscious, carrying the bouquet around.
I stayed in school until after lunch, when Peachy and Karen were done with layouting the Deluge page. I even met up with my professor, Sir Bugaoan, at the canteen when I bought food before I went. As usual, he had that sly, all-knowing smile when he saw me carrying the bouquet. Let me just quote him on what he told me about the bouquet, "It's love."
Whoa whoa whoa! Absolutely not. It's not like that at all. Tsk tsk tsk. Shame on Sir Bugaoan for thinking that. Hahaha!
I left for Starbucks around 1:30 in the afternoon. Again, walking with the bouquet still made me conscious. When I got there, I went inside to check if there are still seats available. Unfortunately, there weren't any. So I put my stuff down on one of the tables located outside. When I turned around, I was greeted by an someone unexpected.
"Excuse me, miss," I heard the voice say. All of a sudden, I found myself looking at my professor, Sir Peter. What are the odds of me seeing him in Starbucks? We didn't talk much. He had company. He just asked me whether or not Tracy was able to make it on time for the talk with PAASCU. I actually didn't see Tracy in school but I told him that I know she was there early.
Anyway, I went in to order my usual Grande Mocha Frappucino. Before I was able say my order, a certain someone caught my eye. Once again, another unexpected person was there. It was my boss in DFA, Marc. Yes, yes...I call him Marc now. Since I am no longer his trainee, and he said he's going to "kill" me if I call him "Sir" one more time. He was about to go outside, so I pointed him to where I was sitting and I proceeded to order my drink.
A few minutes later, I was out with Marc and my Mocha Frappucino. If I recall correctly, he even said, "Di na talaga nagbago, no? Mocha frappe pa rin." We had a little chitchat, he was trying to stop me from studying International Law because I quote, "There is no such thing as international law in the first place." And he went on explaining to me why. At some point, I was thinking to myself, "Uh-oh...what will Sir Peter say once we see each other in class?" Hehehe...
After about 40 minutes, he went back inside to work on his term paper. Sorry, Marc...I forgot what your paper was all about again. Before leaving me behind, he told me that I should go in as soon as a table is free. Sure! No problem. Hahaha!
About 30 minutes after Marc has gone in, I found a table I can sit inside and went in before anyone else got there first.
*Sigh*
I wish I could go on...but...it's time to get back to work. Part II will be posted tomorrow...hopefully.
Ciao!