Where Did All the Cute Guys in High School Go?

Imagine you high school crush whom you cried your eyes out for for almost all your four years because he didn't give a damn about you. To top that pain off, your circle of friends make his slightest glimpse, his corniest jokes, or even him mentioning your name (because the teacher asked him to look for you) a big deal. Telling you non-stop about how cute he was looking for you.

Imagine the time you had to play truth or dare and your "very supportive" friends dared you to shake his hand. You did it though, almost fainting at the touch of his skin. They thought that you would faint too as your skin turned from pale pink to just pale.

Imagine having her sister as one of your close friends and it just so happened that you and that guy love the Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys series. Fortunately for you, you have the complete collection and he has no choice but to borrow stuff from you. Imagine his sister making a very very very big deal out of that.

Remember that press conference you had to attend. Oh lord, one week of seeing him 24/7. He writes news, you do the editorials. Maybe you could help each other out. True to your assumptions, being the assuming girl that you are, you did get close, or did you? Maybe you just assumed that you did. Does it matter? You got "close" right? Close enough to be in the same group who goes to the mess hall every meal time. That one week was enough even though things got back to "normal" when the conference ended.

He was one of the cutest guys in high school that you swooned and shivered at the sight of. He was a dream, your dream and probably the dream of half your school. He was part of the top ten of his class, a great writer, volleyball player, and musician. The one complete package every high school girl would want to have.

Only, he had his eyes for someone else.

High school ended without a really good conversation between you two.

Then he texts you one day five years later. More of a group message you think. A get together of those who could come that day. You get excited, jittery at the thought of meeting him again. You buy new make up because you left your set at home. You try to look as pretty as possible out of those "school clothes" you were wearing. Stars were sparkling in your eyes as you get more excited approaching the meeting place.

And there he was, his back on you. Standing tall and looking gorgeous in his black shirt, black pants and red Chucks. You call his name. Holding your breath, anxious at what he looks like now. And just like in the movies, everything moved in slow motion. He turned around, smiled at you.

And all those stars sparkling in your eyes suddenly went out of sparkle. You stand in shock and find yourself saying out loud "What the hell happened to you?!"

Your high school flame, the one you almost passed out on the mere look of him, the complete package . . . was a complete loser at life. Not just physically, but everything as well. No plans for his life, no dreams. He was contented on being mommy's boy with acne scars on his face.

You think maybe your standards just went up or maybe "his quality" really just plunged down.

The Coldest January Ever

According to my Google weather forecast, the temperature today is 21 degrees celcius. That's very cold and probably one of the coldest days here in Manila. I took my comforter out of the closet and started using it since last week. I haven't been using the electric fan for almost a week now, (yey to electricity conservation!) and have been hybernating (asleep from 12am til 11am) almost everyday. My earliest class is at 1pm so I don't have to rush.

Cold weather results to unproductivity.

I would like to disagree. First off, define productivity.

I found myself engorged in another offline RPG, Sacred (after hours of playing Fate, Diablo, and even Kivi's Underworld) which takes most of my "precious" time away. The same "precious" time that I should be spending on thesis/speech making. I am productive. My Seraphim is now level 22 after just three days! :D

No, I am not bumming. I am "leisurely" taking my time.

I pressured myself yesterday to revise my thesis proposal and finalize my research instrument. Guess what? It's 6:45 am of the following day, I am still awake. I have been productive. I have finished my thesis proposal before my personal Friday deadline. I feel so accomplished.

I am debating with myself to whether I should go out and have breakfast at Jollibee or stay home and sleep. Tic-toc-tic-toc. I really don't know. I'm craving for both Jollibee pancakes and sleep under the warmth of my thick comforter. Can I do both simultaneously, pretty please?

I will graduate this semester. I can feel it. OJT folder, you're next.