It Ended With a Frap

Since my schedule is not YET feeding most of my time, I guess it won’t hurt to make a post. I thought today will not be my day starting with a conclusion earlier when my favorite Guard held me for a moment and asked me for my ID. Yes he did confiscate it since again for the nth time due to my haircut. Earlier I thought it would be ok since I only had it cut last two weeks.

I really hated when people try to push you in a position you don’t want to but you can’t say no. I know it’s a minimal job in a class but hey, if that can be my way of helping them. It’s ok. And a little responsibility won’t kill me.

And later that day one of my professor remembered me from his previous class. As a prerequisite to Psychopathology I took Psychobiology under him. And that professor really remembered me and started asking me about how was my summer, where did my name originated, what’s the name of my dad, my mom, do I agree on this or on that and every time someone will answer his question he will again ask me what is my opinion. I just took the situation on a lighter side since he’s my professor and it’s too early to make a bad impression.

After my class I decided to visit my brother in Ortigas where he and his wife work. After waiting for almost 2 hours, we dined and talked. I haven’t seen them for 3 weeks so there was a lot of catching up. My brother insisted that their driver will give me a lift back here in my dorm and I declined. I know he really wanted to, being the kuya that he is, he still want to take care and make sure we’re ok. But I said I can manage.

I took a cab from where we ate. At first I thought this one is a cool driver. I converse with drivers. But later he’s a mix of weirdness. He started the conversation but then he’s sharing most of his life experiences. It‘s cool for me except that when he’s sharing he started touching me and reenacting the things he do. Like when he was young and was taking care of his mom that he’s putting powder and cleaning her up. He started touching my back and when he’s making a point he always gave a tap and calling me dude and pare. It’s ok though but inside my mind how will I get out of there just in case…

He’s 42 by the way.

But what struck my attention was when he shared how he regrets his past when he didn’t finish his education. They were well off before and when he had the opportunity to study he failed several times and was hopeless. He said that when he sees a student like me or a man in a sleeve and a tie he can’t resist being jealous. And every time I glance on the cab meter I know he didn’t put any trick.

But then the rain poured hard along Commonwealth I was stuck for an hour and so and though I will not make it through my appointment. I texted and said, “You go along without me if you can’t wait… Sorry”. I was literally at panic that time because adding to my meeting I remembered that I have my laundry outside and the windows at my room was open. And when I arrived I was not mistaken, I hurriedly cleaned up the mess.

Then she texted,” I’ll go to your room and help you then we’ll have our dinner”. I cleaned up ASAP because I don’t want her to help and get sopped. When I was about to knock on her room, she opened her door and she smiled.

I said, “Let’s go”

She replied, “We need an umbrella”

I immediately showed I was carrying one.

I imagined this last month. We’re near to each other again.

She laughed on my wheaten bread and scolded me to eat something. She asked if she can buy something after we eat. From that coffee shop, the rained poured again. We walked home close together. Up to now I still can’t believe it happened and I’m still enjoying my vanilla frap.

it's her exam tomorrow btw, pls pray for her=]