I saw his long curly hairs as I approached the driver's seat of the then-waiting UP-Philcoa jeep. He wearing his trademark bright green shirt and was pouting his lips. He was in the middle of eating something when I caught a glance of him. I looked away so fast I didn't even see what he was munching. I didn't want him to see me, but he probably did already. Well, it ended up as me remembering him as pouting, which is rather amusing.
I actually wanted to sit on the front window seat right beside where he is (it's one of the premium seats as I was telling my brother yesterday) but this woman wearing a hijab beat me to it, thankfully. It would've been awkward if I sat there beside him, since with that build it would've been impossible to not make body contact. He's not exactly my favorite person and I'm not exactly his either, and everybody knows it's always more awkward to make body contact with a not-so-close acquaintance than with a stranger. Peculiar, this jeepney culture.
But on second thought it would've also been amusing to see what he would've done if I did sit beside him, whether he will chat me up or ignore me or what. I'm pretty chill around awkward situations since I don't really care, and there's a sadistic side of me that gets amused with people fumbling in awkwardness against me.
I went directly to DChE and stayed at the third floor. My only class is plant design consultation at 1 PM. I met a lot of people while waiting and also interacted with my classmates, but I only chatted with Mesh. We were together for quite a while, since I went with her to get certification of graduation from Melchor Hall, which was far from DChE. Everything is far from DChE. I also met Trixy there; attractive and jolly as ever, perhaps even more so.
You might say I'm in love with her. People always do. No. Just no. I'm getting to that though. All these love songs in the FX after a tiring training in chemical kinetics (cue Janno Gibbs' Heart of Mine) inevitably makes me think of two people: her and the summer moon.
I still like her, undoubtedly. You know you're still not over someone when you still think she's uncontestedly the most attractive person around. (Yes, I think she's prettier than Trixy.) You know you're still not over someone when you stop to listen while in the middle of solving a problem because you heard her voice faintly - very faintly - from above. I wasn't imagining things though; she really was talking to friends on the fourth floor. They were even talking about me at some point, but I didn't hear much to know what they said (hey, I was trying to study).
As for the summer moon, I don't know. Sometimes she's immature, but hey, she's still young. I don't really mind it though; I like to talk to her. A girl gets really attractive when you like to talk to her. But though I like her and all, but I don't love her. Unlike her. We'll see.
I was pondering about my ideal girl (or lack of it). Gotta sleep now though. I'll write it tomorrow.
January 22 2014 Thursday 6:31 AM
So I was thinking, my lack of ideal girl. I don't really have an ideal, but it's not anything goes either. First, must be a Christian. It's hard to live with someone you can't share the sweetest things with (she's an exception). That's it actually. But I'd prefer it if she's attractive, intelligent, and all those things guys want (I'm a guy too -_-). But perhaps the most important preferences (need to emphasize that) are 1) the ability to read and 2) forgiving. Someone who can read me properly and see who I am past what others say wouldn't make all those stereotypes about me. And when you see who I am, you would need to be very forgiving. I used to think I want someone who would stay and be my partner, but I realized that would be selfish because then I would be asking her to leave her world and be part of mine. But as I wrote in Step, such a thing should be mutual. Unless, of course, we were in the same world/with the same mission to begin with. That's even better.
I actually wanted to sit on the front window seat right beside where he is (it's one of the premium seats as I was telling my brother yesterday) but this woman wearing a hijab beat me to it, thankfully. It would've been awkward if I sat there beside him, since with that build it would've been impossible to not make body contact. He's not exactly my favorite person and I'm not exactly his either, and everybody knows it's always more awkward to make body contact with a not-so-close acquaintance than with a stranger. Peculiar, this jeepney culture.
But on second thought it would've also been amusing to see what he would've done if I did sit beside him, whether he will chat me up or ignore me or what. I'm pretty chill around awkward situations since I don't really care, and there's a sadistic side of me that gets amused with people fumbling in awkwardness against me.
I went directly to DChE and stayed at the third floor. My only class is plant design consultation at 1 PM. I met a lot of people while waiting and also interacted with my classmates, but I only chatted with Mesh. We were together for quite a while, since I went with her to get certification of graduation from Melchor Hall, which was far from DChE. Everything is far from DChE. I also met Trixy there; attractive and jolly as ever, perhaps even more so.
You might say I'm in love with her. People always do. No. Just no. I'm getting to that though. All these love songs in the FX after a tiring training in chemical kinetics (cue Janno Gibbs' Heart of Mine) inevitably makes me think of two people: her and the summer moon.
I still like her, undoubtedly. You know you're still not over someone when you still think she's uncontestedly the most attractive person around. (Yes, I think she's prettier than Trixy.) You know you're still not over someone when you stop to listen while in the middle of solving a problem because you heard her voice faintly - very faintly - from above. I wasn't imagining things though; she really was talking to friends on the fourth floor. They were even talking about me at some point, but I didn't hear much to know what they said (hey, I was trying to study).
As for the summer moon, I don't know. Sometimes she's immature, but hey, she's still young. I don't really mind it though; I like to talk to her. A girl gets really attractive when you like to talk to her. But though I like her and all, but I don't love her. Unlike her. We'll see.
January 22 2014 Thursday 6:31 AM
So I was thinking, my lack of ideal girl. I don't really have an ideal, but it's not anything goes either. First, must be a Christian. It's hard to live with someone you can't share the sweetest things with (she's an exception). That's it actually. But I'd prefer it if she's attractive, intelligent, and all those things guys want (I'm a guy too -_-). But perhaps the most important preferences (need to emphasize that) are 1) the ability to read and 2) forgiving. Someone who can read me properly and see who I am past what others say wouldn't make all those stereotypes about me. And when you see who I am, you would need to be very forgiving. I used to think I want someone who would stay and be my partner, but I realized that would be selfish because then I would be asking her to leave her world and be part of mine. But as I wrote in Step, such a thing should be mutual. Unless, of course, we were in the same world/with the same mission to begin with. That's even better.
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