Blueprints on Worksheets

It was late, probably a few minutes after eight. Students started leaving their rooms  It was after all the last day of regular classes  People were itching to get home and do their business.  Probably to study for tomorrow's finals, or not. You stood there and caught her eyes smiling in the crowd. You veered and looked at the time, breaking the contact  breaking the guilty pleasure you always felt looking at her smiling eyes.  You turned back to look again and you saw her walking alone through the cold corridor. Chase. You walked fast in excitement. You never got to talk to her  Not in person. Not with everyone's teasing. The chance presented itself. You caught up and walked alongside  Talk. The night sky was clear without a hint of romance. You're back to your awkward self. Trying to break the tension, you catch your breath walk a few paces ahead turn around Sigh. 

In a mix of wayward memories  of days much brighter than today,  a roller-coaster-ride friendship, a guilt-inducing pillow,  a bovine-faced basketball player, a Honda and Mazda joke, a teeth-growing-down-south movie a grande chocolate cream chip cup a taco cup from the inverted umbrella concessionaire a ride shotgun, and a 45 degree Japanese bow. Gratitude is due a wish of endless memories Thank You!

I just have to say, this is the most that a comment/suggestion by an insignificant person has bothered me. It's been three days since I read the comment and I just can't stop thinking about it. I don't know but I think this is the most lazy reasoning I've ever encountered.Now I don't like mocking people whom I'm not close with but this is one I simply can't pass. The comment tries to point out that instructors shouldn't use powerpoint presentations when discussing because there are no lectures for the students to write and those who don't have PC's or access to the internet still need to rent at cyber cafes to have a copy of the presentations. To clarify, when he said lectures, I think he's referring to that instance when the teacher is writing on the board and the students are copying what the teacher is writing and the teacher waits for the students to finish copying what she wrote before she starts discussing what she wrote on the boar...

OK, I'm not, for one moment, say that this business is illegal. By all means, it is highly legitimate, and recommendable for some. The other night, I got an invite to a certain "business partnership" by a close friend. To be honest, I wasn't really interested since I'm already very swamped with what I do daily that I'm not interested in adding up some more. But since it was a close friend who asked, I respectfully agreed to meet her to talk about the "business proposal". Maybe, I thought, it would be nice to do something out of routine for that day. That day, 2 days after I got the invitation, we met up at a convenience store where, upon arrival, I was told we were going someplace else for the actual meeting for that "business proposal". I got a bit disoriented and before I knew it, I was in a packed seminar room with people apparently also invited for the "business partnership". To cut the story short, I listened to more than 2...

 Recently, we've been visiting showrooms in manila, checking out new cars without actually any intention of buying. It's a family(i.e. my brother, my father, and I) thing that we round showrooms from high end to local car dealers to tease our eyes and try what nice cars we could dream of accommodating in our garage. On mother's day, we visited a Porsche dealer since my dad got interested with this silver one and he wanted my mom to take a look at it. Just to look at it. If I'm honest, I had my fingers crossed hoping the slightest of possibilities that he would buy this one. Realistically enough, with what my parents earn and with all our expenses, all we could afford is a Japanese econobox on a car loan so no, my hopes were too high. But then again, we really weren't looking to buy any  that day so, moving on...  There was this one car I totally fell in love with: a Lexus GS. Among the cars I saw that day, this was actually the least attractive. But t...

You know what the worst part is? I'm in that position where I can't talk. And even if I can, I won't. Doing so would drag me deeper into this, deeper than I want to. And while I haven't talked, the paranoia of the repercussions of silence is slowly chewing through my mind. It's torture knowing what is at stake by this childish fiasco. I refuse to get dragged into this, so I refuse to speak. And if you know better, do stop putting me in the middle.

This is not really about the girl who tore my heart to pieces, though that could have been an equally interesting story as it is boring. It started with my professor recalling advising me during my enrollment regarding one of my subjects which shouldn't have been credited. That was the enrollment for my first semester in this university. After his recollection, he started asking me different questions, confirming that I transferred from this certain university, and asking me how and why it happened, among others. For almost 7 months now, this was the first time I got to talk with much gusto in any of my classes. What's more, it's the first time I got to talk to anyone about this. I told my story without feeling remorseful as I've carried this feeling for more than a year now and I think I've already moved on. Then the questions "What's it like there?" and "How is it different from here?" came up. I tried to stick with how academics was there ...

On a bipolar, over-thinking, 4-rules-for-a-happy-life-breaking note, I have to applaud you for having made me wait for so long, expect for nothing, assume the improbable, wait for something in return. With that, I'm gracious. Let me wait some more.

Once again, I evaded what could have been a kettle of vultures circling over my answers in a chemistry exercise; and possibly evaded making some new superficial friendships too. Or could I have once again missed the chance to make new friends? The other week, I discreetly tried to drive my classmates away when, while answering laboratory exercises, one told me to let him copy. While he was whispering this to me, other classmates started gathering behind me and looking over my paper. I immediately told him that I don't let others copy my work but I'd be willing to teach him how it's done. Only 2 classmates attempted to ask me to teach them and the others crowded those who shared answers and the others left scavenging for answers. This afternoon, I was confronted with a similar situation. After our exam in chemistry, we were asked to answer another set of exercises on our lab manuals. I finished the exam early so I had the chance to do the exercise early. Soon, people sta...