Sexy Love

I came almost thirty minutes late to our 1:30 pm to meet up at the amphitheater. The night before, I slept early to evade getting up late. Luckily,I woke up earlier than usual that I was able to watch one of the most famous television series in Philippine television before lunch time. To prove that I was even more excited, I woke up in the middle of the night around 3 am, and another time around 7 am, I think.

However, my fortunate waking up early wasn't very much useful because I had to rush myself to finish bathing, getting dressed, and get to Taft. Traffic was awful that I just slept it off to get my mind off the idea of being late. Good thing that I woke up just before getting off.

Inside the campus, I was literally running around. Not usually seen done by a Lasallian but I made an exemption because it would be really pathetic and embarrassing on my part. First, because I was the one who asked for his shorts, although he was the one who offer. Second, because I came late and nothing says way to keep me waiting after I was the one with the kind heart to lend you my shorts than arriving late.

I rushed to the amphitheater and keened my eyes. I searched around the amphitheater, inside hallways, and past the buildings. The campus was really beautiful, I had in my mind. I never really got to appreciate the amphitheater until that moment. I sat on a bench and instantly saw him, sitting right across me perhaps 10 feet or so, talking to a guy. I sat for a while to catch my breath and to wipe the sweat off my neck and face.

I wasn't sure if it was him, though. I have only seen him once and that was by chance at a supermarket. I had to get a better view of him. I walked behind them, towards Yuchengco. I was surprised to be greeted by a someone. No, it wasn't him greeting me. He had no idea that I existed until three days ago when I tweeted, replied to his post, added him on Facebook, and chatted with him. It was an old school mate of mine during my preschool and elementary days. I was surprised to see her there. We caught up with each other's lives, and she was kind enough to sit with me and talk some more.

Now, I was with her and we sat no more than five feet to his left. I was hoping that he would hear my voice, or catch my constant glimpses of him. However, he did not. As we sat there, the four of us, I was charging all my guts to talk to him. While doing so, I appreciated the little pond in the center of the amphitheater. I was surprised to see a turtle, eating some grass or whatnot, and going back to the water. Apparently, he is called Amphigong. I took notice of his hair, what he wore, and his nose. Weird things for me to notice but I just had to. Minutes passed and I still didn't have the courage to talk to him.

It was already past an hour (and a half) of waiting when I finally came to approach him. I told him:

(nv)
Excuse me. Are you Jomar? Sorry to keep you waiting.
Yeah. Kanina pa nga ako naghihintay mga isang oras na.
Sorry. Nahihiya kasi ako saka may kausap ka eh. Pasensya na.
Balik mo na lang pag meron ka na.

I swear, he seemed pissed or angry for keeping him waiting. Way to go. At least I got hold of his shorts, which upon getting home, I immediately took a sniff and it smelled good. Surprisingly good for some shorts, PE shorts for that. Creepy of me, I admit, but since when can I ever get a chance to get hold of a clothing of some handsome and famous guy from tumblr/twitter?

Lost In My Bedroom

• It's mother's day and I just wrote a 7/10 mushy letter for my mom but I just sent it to her Facebook account cause I didn't have enough time to write it on paper.
• Ice is currently going haywire. Its webcam cannot be detected. While I did some troubleshooting, I think I only made things worse. I deleted this driver or something. I have to go to the mall to have it checked. Don't die on me, Ice.
• My sleeping schedule is still fucked. It's a quarter to three in the morning and I'm still typing away as if I'm any good in writing. I should really fix my sleeping patterns cause classes resume in like — checks the calendar — fifteen days! I wasn't even aware that it was that close.
• Adding to the third entry, I haven't even enrolled yet. I have no idea what subjects would be credited, what my block will be, if I do have a one, my classes and my schedule. I'm pretty much excited, thrilled, and terrified all rolled into one.
• I was supposed to be enrolled today but mom didn't have the money cause she hasn't withdrawn yet. I called CLA (College of Liberal Arts, my future home) about three times asking for the enrollment. I really love the "Thank you for calling De La Salle University..." So, I'm guess I'll be officially a Lasallian on Tuesday.
• LPEP will be on Wednesday and Thursday! It's like the Lasallian version of the Thomasian Welcome Walk. I am so psyched! I get to meet new people and experience the Lasallian life.
• I'm afraid that I'm bragging to much to people that I'm going to be studying in La Salle. Just me typing "Lasallian" or "De La Salle University" makes me feel for myself that I'm bragging. Hopefully I'm not.
• I'm going to be majoring in Literature. Heck, I'm not even good in writing poetry, prose, or different articles that are worth reading. My friends think otherwise. But I just can't see the good in me. I'm following a bunch of people who write stupendously. Here I am, writing like an amateur, attempting to be a cornier and loser version of a writer for trying to make a novel, and craving for notes on my entries on my blog. So pitiful on my part. I long for likes from other people because I can't appreciate my own. And when I do get a feeling that I made something worthy, I barely get any notes.
• With my new url, crepuscularliteralist, I don't think I am in the position to call myself as a literalist. Crepuscular is acceptable because of, like I said, my fucked up schedule. Maybe I should change it to crepuscularamateur for a while until I can really call myself a literalist.
• Lastly, I don't know where I would end up if when I graduate in La Salle. Would I end up as a writer like I highly dream of? Would I be like Gian and Em working at ABS-CBN as a writer? I really don't know. Would I just be a high school teacher? I hope it's good enough that I could live on my own and have fun. Roughly, I'll be graduating at around twenty years old, I think.