And This Year’s Title Goes to…

10:15am
So far so good. I’m here in the college library. Doing… well… nothing. I’m leafing through this pile of books but I can’t seem to find anything useful.

12:54 pm
Just finished a five-minute meal. I didn’t get anything from the library earlier. My adviser isn’t around.
I wanna go home.

2:00pm
Waiting waiting wasting away…
I arranged before lunch to meet Sir Buwan for 1:30… I was supposed to ask him some stuff for my thesis (this is Thesis-work-day after all). He’s not here yet…
…
Oh wait, I hear running feet and “sorry, sorry!” heheh. Sir’s here.

4:26pm
At the Kapihan, waiting for B. Gah… I can’t seem to finish this drink I ordered. I know I need something in my stomach but it’s feeling kinda upside-down at the moment.
Topsy turvy, topsy turvy… x___x
It’s the same feeling I used to get when I’m about to meet up with Miguel.
Who’s Miguel? Ahahaha… um… he… he’s a guy I used to “go out with”… if you can call what we did “going out”. Err… long story. >__<

10:30pm
GRAAAAAARAAAARGH!!!!

Finally I get to scream. Even though it’s only here… in type.

I was in total hyper-speed mode throughout dinner. I am the epitome of fast talking. I was so fast I don’t remember half of what happened. But I do remember HER.

She’s Supermodel-y.

And I’m not just talking about her looks. I admit, she’s pretty… fine her face is PERFECT. What I’m talking about is that she is the stereotypical “Supermodel” image made flesh. …or should I say skin and bone?

Stick figure-thin complete with wire clothes hanger shoulders; latest fashion clothes and make-up, accessories and the works; a head with a beautiful face, perfect hair, and absolutely no brain whatsoever.

I’m serious! Spend an hour trying to converse with her and your brain will turn into incoherent mush. No wonder Black can stand her inanity: she has turned Black’s brain into jello.

Okay. Really really seriously now. She’s definitely not the type of person I would imagine B would go for. Wasn’t it B who stood with me at magazine stand windows laughing at the covergirls? Wasn’t it he who said his “ideal” should encompass his bookworm-ness? I don’t understand it. I just don’t.

Of course I had to put up a “nice girl” front. It’s kinda instinctive for me when I’m with mere acquaintances. But now that I think of it, I so wish that I hadn’t and try to knock some sense into the guy. I guess this is why I shifted to hyperspeed-mode. I wanted everything to happen so quickly so everything would be done and over with. I couldn’t stand it. Black can not be serious about this.