The month of February granted me additional birthdays other than October 23. Every other night I got to talk to her over my life partner called Yahoo! Messenger. I always saw her around school too. Every time I chanced to bump into her, I tried to make the most out of it.
There came a point too that I was very much straightforward towards her that I've shared to her what I really feel without hesitation. It was late in the evening of the 6th of February 2009 to the early hour of the 7th that I directly told her every inch of my heart. She admired my courage. I realized though that I was too frank but hey, what's done is done. We've been in good terms and positive vibes ever since and that was when we became more than acquaintances or friends.
1.) It was the 13th of February and my Science class just ended. These were the days when I wasn't hanging out with Ken anymore, but with Kris and Jeimi. I was working for the two back then for reasons only the three of us knew, especially Kris who was my new found buddy. We saw Bianca pass by SEC walk at around 2:30 pm and I finally decided that I should purchase roses and whatnot for her since there was a sort of Valentine's bazaar in school. Unfortunately the booth where I was expecting flowers ran out of supply which left me supremely pissed.
It was roughly 3:00 pm when Jeimi found another booth selling roses. That was the key riff to the melody of my success. The rose was the last thing I bought for Bianca, together with a Valentine's card, three heart balloons, and a heart-shaped chocolate.
Jeimi and I entered our English classroom earlier than usual because I had my grand master plan - I left all my Valentine's stuff on Bianca's table and had Jeimi look over so that the gifts would be left untouched until Bianca steps inside the room. It was successful in the end because Bianca thanked me thrice and she personally told me that she appreciated every bit of it. I was literally jumping in joy after I handed her all the gifts when she entered her car and went home.
2.) Valentine's day itself and I was sitting alone on the benches just outside the cafeteria around 11:50 am because I was waiting for Jeimi. We usually hang out during Saturday lunch breaks for reasons only we knew as well. As I was texting her where I was, Bianca just passed in front of me together with her block mates and she waved a little hello, smiling.
"Happy Valentine's, Bianca!" I triumphantly pronounced with my ever-majestic and all-glorious big mouth, making sure that people looked at my direction to show them how stupid I was.
"Happy valen-blrousogrh-shi-- hahahaha!" she laughed out because she was not able to correctly pronounce the greeting. Her smile was just ever GG-fying.
Anyway, Jeimi came over to my spot and I told her Bianca was just inside the cafeteria. We peeked and we saw her sitting at a table nearest the entrance, where our bench outside was nearest too. The next moment, she came over and told us why we were sitting on the benches and not inside the caf.
"It's cool here," I said.
She went back inside to sit with her blockmates, but in a little while she came out again.
"I'm going to eat," she told us, which to me sounded as if she was inviting us to be with her, but Jeimi and I were already done with our lunch so we told her we were full. She went back inside again and had her lunch with her block mates.
20 minutes elapsed and she returned, and she sat between me and Jeimi. Jasper was already with us at the time, sitting to my right. To my left was Bianca.
"I'm bored with my block mates," Bianca abruptly told us, and she instantly looked at me afterwards.
"You can hang out with us," I cooly responded, knowing that something was fishy and that this was another GG opportunity. I did not assume or anything of the like though. I introduced her to Jasper too. She then slouched comfortably on our bench and we conversed for the next 20 minutes.
Apparently, all of us had to leave but her because we all had NSTP insertions. It was a truly happy time with her because I kept on beefing up random jokes and/or pick-up lines that were quite amusing. It saddened me though because I saw in her eyes that the time we spent with her was not enough and that she put on a sad face when we were walking away. I waved a last goodbye for the day and turned around.
Happy Valentine's.
3.) February 16, 2009 was when I intercepted her after our English class and handed over a small pack of Ferrero Rocher for her to enjoy as a Post-Valentine's gift. I learned that she did not really like sweets, but she thanked me for giving so much, saying that she can't give all those back.
"No need, the mere fact that you spend your time with me is more than enough," I explained. I walked her to Xavier hall for her to be fetched by her driver.
4.) The 17th of February was an epic Tuesday because my History class was cut into 15 minutes since my teacher was not feeling well, and she had to cancel all her classes that day including Bianca's. But, she asked us to get a copy of the assigned readings for the new lesson. I got a copy for me, for Ian and for Bianca since I felt like doing so.
What ticked me off was that the Kostka photocopier literally took ages before it printed out the three copies. I had to cut my PE class and delay my lunch just to wait for the goddamn readings. However, I was cheered up since Bianca texted me a little thank you. She acquired my number from Jeimi who told her that I got History readings for her photocopied.
From 9:30-1:30 I've been sitting on a bench nearest the photocopier. I was with Jeimi then and her block mate Martin happened to pass by and sat with us for a little chat. I was introduced and I learned that he was a bassist so we had a good talk about music. At 10:20 and at 10:30 Ian and Bianca came over respectively. Martin left since he still had classes, and Ian and Jeimi left at around 11:00 pm because they too had somewhere else to go. By that time the copies still weren't printed, but it was extremely fine, well, extremely excellent, since I was with Bianca. Ultimate epic win of killer GG opportunities led me to cutting all my classes for the day.
At 12 noon Ken and Jasper happened to pass by our spot and that's when I fulfilled my promise to Ken that I'd introduce him to Ms. Bianca Arcega. They did not hang out with us though because they still had to go somewhere and they 'gave me my moment.'
"Fuck you lucky asshole. How long have you been with her?" Ken whispered to me while they were walking away.
"More than you'd ever imagine."
Bianca and I got our copies at around 1:30 pm and Martin passed by again. We invited him over to have lunch at the cafeteria. I opted to cut my Theology classes just to hang out with Bianca, and we all enjoyed the whole time we were with each other. Bianca had to leave at around 2:30 because she still had a processing session for NSTP.
5.) Wednesday, the 18th, I told Bianca that I had to draw her as a model for a project poster of my block mate. I was kidding her because I knew she wouldn't agree but she did. That was it man. It had to be after our English class though.
"What if you just take a picture of me or grab a picture online so that you won't have a hard time drawing me?"
"A sound idea," so I took out my camera and aimed the lens at her. However, she covered her face when I was doing so.
"I don't like being in a picture alone."
Kris and Ralph, who were with us at the time, insisted that I sit beside her and have a picture or a dozen.
Apparently, 10 minutes was not enough for a sketching period. Bianca and I had some errands to attend to. I asked her out though with the condition that we both finish early with what we had to do; we'd be going together with Kris and Jeimi at McDonald's.
I did finish really early but Jeimi had to go to her place else she'd be scolded by her parents. Kris walked her there since she was staying at the University Dormitory. The time they left though was the time Bianca came over. Everything did seem really fishy since it was just the two of us but I carefully explained and elaborated to her the situation and she was laughing.
She told me she can't go to McDo because her driver's almost at school so we just hung out at the Kostka benches for 30 minutes or so. Just when she was leaving, Kris came back and Bianca offered us a ride to McDo. We weren't supposed to take it but she forced us to. I spent the rest of the evening with Kris, planning what to do on the 20th since Bianca told me that she'd like to hang out at Eastwood for Friday night.
6.) February 19 and I never expected that we'd meet. She usually comes in just on time for her History class but this epic Thursday she came in early in a hot pink attire and I got to talk to her. It was a 30-second conversation though, and she told me she just wanted a spur-of-the-moment Friday night - no plans or the like.
I made a blog entry for her that night, which can be found here. I was inspired to do so because she posed a smile that melted my balls away when we looked at each other eye to eye earlier that day. And her smile... I knew she was happy seeing me. Oh yes.
7.) I came to school to sit in at Kris' History class at 11:30-12:30 pm. But then, he said he was going home because he'd be dressing up for the night. I agreed with him so he brought me to my place first to get clothes and we headed for lunch before going to his place.
We were there for only an hour to prepare. I did cut my Science and English classes that day since our plan was to pick up Bianca and Jeimi at 4:30 pm flat.
In polos and formal shoes we arrived as planned and the girls were laughing why the hell we were pumped up. Anyway, Bianca had to go to somewhere else first to print out tickets for the upcoming AMP recital so she said that the rest of us go ahead and wait for her and that she won't take too long.
We were at Eastwood, enjoying the moment at DQ and waiting for Bianca at the same time. She arrived shortly and we went straight to the cinemas to get tickets for Bianca's request: Confessions of a Shopaholic. It was a really good movie and we all enjoyed it. Mine was an exceptional enjoyment because half of the time she was the one I've been watching. And her laugh was just a quarter of my inner laughter due to extreme admiration. Just imagine me laughing deep inside.
We had dinner at Yellow Cab with Bianca's choice too of New York's Finest. Well, I always forced her to choose. We enjoyed the rest of the night, as in super enjoyed it, since it was an ultimate GG quality time with each other. My expenses and Kris' too never worried us at that moment considering that we handled all the treats. Words would not be enough to express such state of GG happiness.
We left Bianca at Eastwood since she stayed at a condominium nearby. Kris and I brought Jeimi to her place afterwards and that's when Kris got GG-fied for reasons only we knew too. After that, I wanted to have a drink.
I realized something.
Kris did treat me that evening with a bucket of beer and then he brought me home.
"You've had too much of bringing me home lately," I told him.
"It's totally fine. I'm just bringing you home; but you, you brought me to paradise."
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Monday, April 6, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Chapter 6: Denouement Of Intricacies
The heart is like a yoyo. No matter how much power and effort you exert in throwing it away, there will be a point where it will stop moving away from you. It will spin at the extended end of the length of its thread then it will retract back to your mortal hand. The only way to break away from one's heart is to cut the thread that binds your soul and humanity - but the heart and the body are forever bound together which totally forfeits a human being the capacity of throwing his heart away.
Every time I put myself into first gear, I always shift to reverse afterwards. I don't know why but it seemed as if I did not have enough willpower to move up into second gear. I don't even know if I've accelerated already.
January 16 was the day after I returned to God, seriously. For some reason though, he gave me something I never outrageously wished or at least expected for my whole lifetime: a grand Facebook invitation, from you-know-who ehem Bianca ehem.
Ok so that was dumbfounding, but really, I was literally flying around my room with stupid fancy grooves that I don't even know if such moves even existed or what. It was the first day I talked to her online and it was through this little Facebook chat window that I was able to peek into the infinity of her inner beauty. After that, I added her up at Multiply, thinking it was safe enough to be seen at her site's viewing history. So everything was fun, well at least for me.
January 17, 2009. I saw Bianca that Saturday lunch break in front of the cafeteria. I was with Japs back then and the foolmonger fooled me into approaching her. Well, she was discussing with her friends at the time and perhaps they were deciding where to eat. Japs and I had a deal then-
"Mike, if you'd be able to approach Bianca NOW and hold her in the shoulders with both of your hands and say a hello, I'd fucking treat you with utmost kingship from now on."
"Fucker. Fine."
Carried away at the time, I sneakily approached behind Bianca, grabbed her on both shoulders and pulled her closer to me.
"Boo! Hello Bianca."
She turned her head around but she did not distance herself from me so the next moment I was already looking at her face to face.
"Hi Mike."
I was taken aback. Where, were, my balls? I think I lost them again after the incident. I just released my grip on her and then quickly walked away with embarrassment after doing such a stupid fucking thing in front of her friends. I returned to my seat beside Jap though.
"Why did you fucking do that?!" Japs exclaimed in shock too.
"You fucking piece of an asshole! You fucking told me and had a goddamn deal with me!" I retorted, although I liked the whole embarrassment, especially the moment when I looked at her and she looked at me and smiled. Why do I always get GG-fied for shit's sake?
There was no kingship shit whatsoever after I've done the deal, so fuck Japs for that.
That evening I sent Bianca an apology message at Facebook. I never did stuff like this before, but hell yeah it turns out I'm going to be a good, obedient brute to self-conscience and self-respect. Everything turned out to be fine though because she replied that my little cafeteria surprise was just ok.
I added her up at Yahoo! Messenger during the evening of the 21st of January. We've been chatting at Facebook about our McDonald's adventure after the History talk we went to that day (as told in the previous chapter) because Ian sent her a text message saying Mike-loves-you or something of the same banana. She told me she's signing out at Facebook in the middle of the conversation and that she'd rather have me add her up at Y!M, so I did without any hesitation. That was the first Y!M conversation I had with her. At least I made sense all throughout and I gave an early goodbye before I ran out of words to say. That same day was my voltaic volta which was another additional intricacy to my yet meaningless existence.
There have been many intricate details going around cyberworld which left me boggled regarding what has been happening between Bianca and me. I asked the aid of Jeimi for this since she once mentioned this ARSA Variety Show that I should definitely go to. It's a school event and she told me that she would convince Bianca to go to the show with an alibi that our English class will be bonding and hanging out there, but in the end it would only be the two of us. I STRONGLY AGREED.
Fast forward to the 30th of January 2009, it was Mark, Jeimi and me hanging out at the ARSA Variety Show. At some point we met Ralph and Kris along our walkathon.
Kris, Ralph's buddy, sat in at our English class once during December 2008 but he was sent out due to the increasing noise party in our area at the back of the room. Hell yeah I couldn't forget that guy, especially because he was a dedicated heavy metal fanatic like me and he had long hair. And oh, he was an ultimate guitar shredder too.
It was a fun night actually. I even had free eight cans of San Miguel Strong Ice. I consumed four of them straight and then I got my ass a can after can freebie until I piled up to eight and there was no goddamn alcohol effect - it was as boggling as the deep night sky of that silent 30th of January from the view of the cab's window I was riding home at around 11:30 pm. I hoped Bianca was looking at the same starry sky that time if she chanced to be in an open area during her party at Alchemy.
The first month after I set loose into reality and dispensed into action my new year's resolution of pursuing her ended up making myself puzzled if I really am making a resolution or if I'm making something that needed a resolution.
So you may ask what the hell is wrong with me. As early as this I already admitted to myself that she was out of my fucking league. But still, I'm up for it.
True enough, the heart is like a yoyo. No matter how much power and effort you exert in throwing it away, there will be a point where it will stop moving away from you. It will spin at the extended end of the length of its thread then it will retract back to your mortal hand. The only way to break away from one's heart is to cut the thread that binds your soul and humanity - but the heart and the body are forever bound together which totally forfeits a human being the capacity of throwing his heart away.
I can never throw mine.
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Every time I put myself into first gear, I always shift to reverse afterwards. I don't know why but it seemed as if I did not have enough willpower to move up into second gear. I don't even know if I've accelerated already.
January 16 was the day after I returned to God, seriously. For some reason though, he gave me something I never outrageously wished or at least expected for my whole lifetime: a grand Facebook invitation, from you-know-who ehem Bianca ehem.
Ok so that was dumbfounding, but really, I was literally flying around my room with stupid fancy grooves that I don't even know if such moves even existed or what. It was the first day I talked to her online and it was through this little Facebook chat window that I was able to peek into the infinity of her inner beauty. After that, I added her up at Multiply, thinking it was safe enough to be seen at her site's viewing history. So everything was fun, well at least for me.
January 17, 2009. I saw Bianca that Saturday lunch break in front of the cafeteria. I was with Japs back then and the foolmonger fooled me into approaching her. Well, she was discussing with her friends at the time and perhaps they were deciding where to eat. Japs and I had a deal then-
"Mike, if you'd be able to approach Bianca NOW and hold her in the shoulders with both of your hands and say a hello, I'd fucking treat you with utmost kingship from now on."
"Fucker. Fine."
Carried away at the time, I sneakily approached behind Bianca, grabbed her on both shoulders and pulled her closer to me.
"Boo! Hello Bianca."
She turned her head around but she did not distance herself from me so the next moment I was already looking at her face to face.
"Hi Mike."
I was taken aback. Where, were, my balls? I think I lost them again after the incident. I just released my grip on her and then quickly walked away with embarrassment after doing such a stupid fucking thing in front of her friends. I returned to my seat beside Jap though.
"Why did you fucking do that?!" Japs exclaimed in shock too.
"You fucking piece of an asshole! You fucking told me and had a goddamn deal with me!" I retorted, although I liked the whole embarrassment, especially the moment when I looked at her and she looked at me and smiled. Why do I always get GG-fied for shit's sake?
There was no kingship shit whatsoever after I've done the deal, so fuck Japs for that.
That evening I sent Bianca an apology message at Facebook. I never did stuff like this before, but hell yeah it turns out I'm going to be a good, obedient brute to self-conscience and self-respect. Everything turned out to be fine though because she replied that my little cafeteria surprise was just ok.
I added her up at Yahoo! Messenger during the evening of the 21st of January. We've been chatting at Facebook about our McDonald's adventure after the History talk we went to that day (as told in the previous chapter) because Ian sent her a text message saying Mike-loves-you or something of the same banana. She told me she's signing out at Facebook in the middle of the conversation and that she'd rather have me add her up at Y!M, so I did without any hesitation. That was the first Y!M conversation I had with her. At least I made sense all throughout and I gave an early goodbye before I ran out of words to say. That same day was my voltaic volta which was another additional intricacy to my yet meaningless existence.
There have been many intricate details going around cyberworld which left me boggled regarding what has been happening between Bianca and me. I asked the aid of Jeimi for this since she once mentioned this ARSA Variety Show that I should definitely go to. It's a school event and she told me that she would convince Bianca to go to the show with an alibi that our English class will be bonding and hanging out there, but in the end it would only be the two of us. I STRONGLY AGREED.
Fast forward to the 30th of January 2009, it was Mark, Jeimi and me hanging out at the ARSA Variety Show. At some point we met Ralph and Kris along our walkathon.
Kris, Ralph's buddy, sat in at our English class once during December 2008 but he was sent out due to the increasing noise party in our area at the back of the room. Hell yeah I couldn't forget that guy, especially because he was a dedicated heavy metal fanatic like me and he had long hair. And oh, he was an ultimate guitar shredder too.
It was a fun night actually. I even had free eight cans of San Miguel Strong Ice. I consumed four of them straight and then I got my ass a can after can freebie until I piled up to eight and there was no goddamn alcohol effect - it was as boggling as the deep night sky of that silent 30th of January from the view of the cab's window I was riding home at around 11:30 pm. I hoped Bianca was looking at the same starry sky that time if she chanced to be in an open area during her party at Alchemy.
The first month after I set loose into reality and dispensed into action my new year's resolution of pursuing her ended up making myself puzzled if I really am making a resolution or if I'm making something that needed a resolution.
So you may ask what the hell is wrong with me. As early as this I already admitted to myself that she was out of my fucking league. But still, I'm up for it.
True enough, the heart is like a yoyo. No matter how much power and effort you exert in throwing it away, there will be a point where it will stop moving away from you. It will spin at the extended end of the length of its thread then it will retract back to your mortal hand. The only way to break away from one's heart is to cut the thread that binds your soul and humanity - but the heart and the body are forever bound together which totally forfeits a human being the capacity of throwing his heart away.
I can never throw mine.
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Saturday, April 4, 2009
Chapter 5: Volta
My mom pushed me to have a haircut before the year 2009 started because she wanted me to look 'clean.' On the opposite, I wanted to look messy. Clean cuts just don't appeal to me because they are way too simple. A messy hairdo is kind of jolly because you wouldn't know where each strand is going to grow to and in what certain direction it will lead to.
Anyway, 2009 had a generic kick-off starting with new resolutions that just don't happen and are only there to laugh at. Trust me, no one succeeds in achieving their resolutions.
For one thing, I was having this speech in front of my English class on the day of our return to school after the Christmas break and I promised I'd grow the Devil Lock considering that I underwent a significant hair length loss. Deep inside, I promised to myself too that I'd be going for Bianca. And this time, I was extremely sure.
Initially, my crush on her was just a joke. I mean, I did not really like her that much. I just found her attractive. But after the Merry Christmas Atom Bomb she dropped into my heart, I was able to peek into her eyes and see a totally different side of hers - which was pure goodness.
I changed.
I drifted away from Ken and Jasper. I stopped having lunch with them at our favorite place, Manang's, partly because Ken was becoming busier by the moment and that Jasper was hitting on someone, probably. Besides, I wanted to be alone. I did not hang out much with my block mates as well 'cause I really felt distant to them. I have a completely different schedule and I'm taking different core subjects because I was delayed with my units.
After a week of being solitary, particularly the first week of January, I realized that the whole idea of being alone sucked so I tried hanging out with people again, but this time, with new ones. There was this time when I told Mark, a block mate, to hang out with me at the Kostka benches on the ground floor of the building 30 minutes before my English class. The moment we sat there, Jeimi, an English classmate of mine who was Bianca's seatmate, just came out of Berchman's hall and was walking towards Kostka. I called her attention.
"Jeimi!" I shouted. That was kind of stupid because I got everyone's attention instead of only hers.
"Hey Mike!" she responded when she got closer.
That was the first time I really talked to her for more than 5 seconds. At first, I thought she was snobbish and all that. But no, in fact she was super friendly. Anyway, the reason why I called her was because I felt that she's going to talk to Bianca before our English class that day for their research paper. My predictions were accurate though because in a matter of minutes Bianca was already hanging out with us. It was an ultimate epic win of killer GG tactics (if ever you understood that) since I spent like 20 minutes chatting with the girls.
We went to our class just as the bell rang. It was a hot Wednesday of the 21st of January. I opened the door of our English classroom for the girls to get in. That was gentlemanly of me but I loved the job. The whole time though, I was looking at Jeimi and Bianca's direction since I realized I earned an upper hand towards Bianca because I felt Jeimi was her best friend on that class. I did not realize that 50 minutes had elapsed since the bell suddenly rung, and from there I immediately transposed my ultimate epic win of killer GG tactics into action just when we were dismissed.
"Hey Bianca, are you going to the History talk our teacher assigned us to attend today?" I asked in high spirits, taking notice that Mikko and Vince were cheering and all that shit at the background.
"Uhm yes, are you going too?" she responded carefully. Well, she had this careful tone that sounds as if she's really choosing every word she says.
"Yes! That's great! But before that, I'm going to print out an attendance slip at the CTC Comp Lab because Ma'am wants us to submit one," I replied immediately.
"Oh, I need one too! Let's go and print out two copies," Bianca told me while we were descending from the 3rd floor of the Kostka hall. Ralph was with us that time and he was constantly teasing me. I enjoyed it though because Bianca found the whole situation weird yet entertaining.
When Ralph parted ways, Bianca and I printed out copies of the attendance slip and then we went straight to the talk for our History class. I was shy back then since I could not spontaneously open up a topic to talk about but we both had a great time entertaining each other with our life stories.
One and a half hours full, I was with Bianca all throughout the talk. Ian was there too. But still, Bianca and I were together on one side of the room. There were no more seats so I sat on the floor; she does not want to. I had her bag on my lap though so that she'd be carrying no load while standing up. I don't know how she lasted the whole period but I knew it left her exhausted. That's when I told Ian that I want to treat the both of them a snack after the talk.
"Ian! Tell Bianca that we'll be going to McDonald's!" I whispered to his direction, making sure that Bianca was not taking any notice to our conversation.
"Bianca, let's go to McDo after this! Go go go! Come with us, will you?" he told Bianca just after I told him the grand idea.
Anyway, we ended up each having a simple Burger McDo Value Meal and a hot fudge sundae after a 10-minute walk to McDonald's Katipunan which was right in front of the Ateneo. I willingly shouldered all expenses since I really wanted to make a simple treat to this gorgeous English classmate of mine. I ordered an additional Cheeseburger Mcdo Value Meal for her driver too, and the whole time we were on the counter we were almost leaning to each other. I felt those envy eyes around me.
Shortly afterward, she was fetched by her driver. I brought her to her car, opened the door for her, and reached her the take-out bag of the Burger Mcdo Value Meal and the hot fudge sundae she's been munching on.
The rest of the evening was a quality bonding time with Ian and I was telling him how much I was 'in love' with Bianca until we were almost home.
Speaking of quality, Ian texted Bianca when we were somewhere in Marcos highway.
"Mike loves you," he straightforwardly said.
"Haha you guys are weird," she immediately replied.
Goddamn it the night was fucking unforgettable.
I changed.
It was a night of volta with the person I totally fell in love with. Better ask me the very details of that night 'cause they remain sharp in my memory, and I'd rather share them personally, else I'll take another chapter.
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Anyway, 2009 had a generic kick-off starting with new resolutions that just don't happen and are only there to laugh at. Trust me, no one succeeds in achieving their resolutions.
For one thing, I was having this speech in front of my English class on the day of our return to school after the Christmas break and I promised I'd grow the Devil Lock considering that I underwent a significant hair length loss. Deep inside, I promised to myself too that I'd be going for Bianca. And this time, I was extremely sure.
Initially, my crush on her was just a joke. I mean, I did not really like her that much. I just found her attractive. But after the Merry Christmas Atom Bomb she dropped into my heart, I was able to peek into her eyes and see a totally different side of hers - which was pure goodness.
I changed.
I drifted away from Ken and Jasper. I stopped having lunch with them at our favorite place, Manang's, partly because Ken was becoming busier by the moment and that Jasper was hitting on someone, probably. Besides, I wanted to be alone. I did not hang out much with my block mates as well 'cause I really felt distant to them. I have a completely different schedule and I'm taking different core subjects because I was delayed with my units.
After a week of being solitary, particularly the first week of January, I realized that the whole idea of being alone sucked so I tried hanging out with people again, but this time, with new ones. There was this time when I told Mark, a block mate, to hang out with me at the Kostka benches on the ground floor of the building 30 minutes before my English class. The moment we sat there, Jeimi, an English classmate of mine who was Bianca's seatmate, just came out of Berchman's hall and was walking towards Kostka. I called her attention.
"Jeimi!" I shouted. That was kind of stupid because I got everyone's attention instead of only hers.
"Hey Mike!" she responded when she got closer.
That was the first time I really talked to her for more than 5 seconds. At first, I thought she was snobbish and all that. But no, in fact she was super friendly. Anyway, the reason why I called her was because I felt that she's going to talk to Bianca before our English class that day for their research paper. My predictions were accurate though because in a matter of minutes Bianca was already hanging out with us. It was an ultimate epic win of killer GG tactics (if ever you understood that) since I spent like 20 minutes chatting with the girls.
We went to our class just as the bell rang. It was a hot Wednesday of the 21st of January. I opened the door of our English classroom for the girls to get in. That was gentlemanly of me but I loved the job. The whole time though, I was looking at Jeimi and Bianca's direction since I realized I earned an upper hand towards Bianca because I felt Jeimi was her best friend on that class. I did not realize that 50 minutes had elapsed since the bell suddenly rung, and from there I immediately transposed my ultimate epic win of killer GG tactics into action just when we were dismissed.
"Hey Bianca, are you going to the History talk our teacher assigned us to attend today?" I asked in high spirits, taking notice that Mikko and Vince were cheering and all that shit at the background.
"Uhm yes, are you going too?" she responded carefully. Well, she had this careful tone that sounds as if she's really choosing every word she says.
"Yes! That's great! But before that, I'm going to print out an attendance slip at the CTC Comp Lab because Ma'am wants us to submit one," I replied immediately.
"Oh, I need one too! Let's go and print out two copies," Bianca told me while we were descending from the 3rd floor of the Kostka hall. Ralph was with us that time and he was constantly teasing me. I enjoyed it though because Bianca found the whole situation weird yet entertaining.
When Ralph parted ways, Bianca and I printed out copies of the attendance slip and then we went straight to the talk for our History class. I was shy back then since I could not spontaneously open up a topic to talk about but we both had a great time entertaining each other with our life stories.
One and a half hours full, I was with Bianca all throughout the talk. Ian was there too. But still, Bianca and I were together on one side of the room. There were no more seats so I sat on the floor; she does not want to. I had her bag on my lap though so that she'd be carrying no load while standing up. I don't know how she lasted the whole period but I knew it left her exhausted. That's when I told Ian that I want to treat the both of them a snack after the talk.
"Ian! Tell Bianca that we'll be going to McDonald's!" I whispered to his direction, making sure that Bianca was not taking any notice to our conversation.
"Bianca, let's go to McDo after this! Go go go! Come with us, will you?" he told Bianca just after I told him the grand idea.
Anyway, we ended up each having a simple Burger McDo Value Meal and a hot fudge sundae after a 10-minute walk to McDonald's Katipunan which was right in front of the Ateneo. I willingly shouldered all expenses since I really wanted to make a simple treat to this gorgeous English classmate of mine. I ordered an additional Cheeseburger Mcdo Value Meal for her driver too, and the whole time we were on the counter we were almost leaning to each other. I felt those envy eyes around me.
Shortly afterward, she was fetched by her driver. I brought her to her car, opened the door for her, and reached her the take-out bag of the Burger Mcdo Value Meal and the hot fudge sundae she's been munching on.
The rest of the evening was a quality bonding time with Ian and I was telling him how much I was 'in love' with Bianca until we were almost home.
Speaking of quality, Ian texted Bianca when we were somewhere in Marcos highway.
"Mike loves you," he straightforwardly said.
"Haha you guys are weird," she immediately replied.
Goddamn it the night was fucking unforgettable.
I changed.
It was a night of volta with the person I totally fell in love with. Better ask me the very details of that night 'cause they remain sharp in my memory, and I'd rather share them personally, else I'll take another chapter.
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Friday, April 3, 2009
Chapter 4: Jingle Bells
I learned from Angel, a former block mate who shifted to a different course, and who at the same time was an English and PE classmate, that she's taking the same Science class with Bianca. I realized then that if I did not alter my History class schedule and if I did alter my Science class slot, I could have been classmates with Bianca for three subjects - which equates to Bianca five times a week. Oh man.
During these times everything was just superficial. I'm just fooling around since I know I could not get any closer to this girl and that I don't even know if I'm feeling the right thing or whatnot towards her. As far as I know it was just a plain crush.
I started to notice her around school, like for example, I happened to pass by Xavier hall during one Tuesday noon because I had a free cut for my PE class and there she was, waiting for her driver. I got to chat with her for a short while at that time because we both had our first History long test that same day. We had the same teacher and the same History course; we only differ in the time slot. It was a blissful moment talking to her nevertheless and I thanked Jasper, a high school classmate, for walking me around Xavier hall else I could not have gotten the chance of juggling my balls.
I usually had lunch with Ken and Jasper, and the two other guys have always been talking about a certain Karen whom I referred to as 'Miss K' before, which was a classmate of mine in two subjects and each of them having her as a classmate on one.
As for me, I only talked about Bianca Arcega. They told me anyway that they tried to stalk her before after having the chance of seeing her on one AMP (Ateneo Musician's Pool) meeting. Ever since I informed them that Bianca was my classmate they seemed to be always willing to walk me to my English class. We continued our talk anyway and the discussion they had went something like this-
"Bullshit, I can't find Bianca's Multiply site. Does she even have one?"
"I tried searching her on her block mate's contacts list. No goddamn trace..."
"What if you type her name on the Multiply search bar?"
"Stupidest idea I've ever heard, you fuckhole. Where is your fucking brain!?!"
"How about asking that block mate Anton Magno straight up?"
"Just... Ah shit. Kindly fuck off please?"
"Nah, I found her Friendster before, but still that wasn't good enough. No fucking content!"
"As if that's going to help."
"Ever tried Google? That's the basic step. Haha."
"How about you try giving up?"
"What the fuck? She's a beauty, a hidden one."
"She has a Facebook account, morons, so most likely she has a Multiply account," I occasionally blurted out in the middle of their argument since I tried searching her once at Facebook. I did not add her up though since we weren't really friends but mere acquaintances. Besides I still did not had the guts to do so back then, and if ever I did so, it would all be too fishy adding up an acquaintance on Facebook. What would that be for? -- Simple stalking.
I've seen her during Saturdays too. Whenever I'm having lunch with my block mates I always had this alibi tour around the cafeteria. I always invite a block mate, Japs, to walk with me to buy a can of coke or a glass of cold coffee or whatever - just to have the mere opportunity of surveying the faces of the cafeteria in the hope of detecting my goddess. Aloha! I saw her once sitting on a table next to ours. I think she saw me since she kept looking at my direction, perhaps wondering if she'd be having the chance of saying a small hello. But then, rowdy my guy block mates were, who also kept on looking at her, I just dropped the idea of approaching her.
Those assholes, I could've starred my ass. But no, one block mate of mine named Marco even stood up and walked a little distance to have a good look at Bianca for 5 seconds. He returned to his seat which was just behind Bianca's and made sure that everyone heard his in-depth analysis and comprehensive comments about the girl. Fucking cunt.
I later knew that these Saturday lunch breaks of hers would be with her block mates too. Oh well. I cannot grab those opportunities unless I'd be willing to risk being shamed in front of many people. In times like this, I needed a better technique.
This girl-radar attitude is quite normal for guys. I mean, we do it all the time. It's just that, Bianca started to earn a higher priority for me and a better signal on my radar. For some odd reason, I started to change too. I saw that she was a really nice person, and as I've known her so far she is a good girl. I started to delve into this good side of mine with respect to my goal of being at least a friend to her. That was a total 'wow' because I never believed that such a thing could happen to me - change.
If it wasn't Ken and Jasper, or Japs, or other close friends I'm sharing my hopeless case story, it would always be Andz and Nikka. They're in a really good relationship and they always tried to tip me on how to approach a girl like Bianca. There's also Kevin Pua who was always there for me for reasons only the two of us knew.
My life then was an ultimate combo of Bianca + Bianca + Bianca + Successful History long test + Bianca + Bianca + Successful Accounting long test + Bianca + Bianca + Bianca + Science killer test + Bianca + Bianca + Hangout moments with Ken and Jasper + SEC walk happiness + Bianca + Everything else + Bianca. God, that was eerily scary. If I were Bianca I would've been frightened to my panties. I realized however that I had no intention but goodness towards her. I simply wanted to be friends. That's all. Trust me, I'm a guy. I tell the truth.
I've also been sharing this infatuation with Ian and Angel too. So really, the world knows my side of the story. Hers however remained a mystery to me.
Some time in December we had this little library tour for our English class. I was looking at her all the time and Vince and Mikko were always behind me, trying to tip me where to position myself to have the optimal view of Bianca's beauty. Those moments, I was still unsure if I should approach her or not. After the tour though, Mrs. Oblepias gave a free time for the remaining minutes of the period for us to finalize the reference cards we were going to submit that day.
I saw Bianca leaving the library and walking towards ma'am who was sitting on a bench right across the entrance of the building. I walked Bianca there and that was an opportunity because I got to talk to her for a whole minute. She told me her driver's still on the way so she had to hang around. Our conversation was just simple and a little pointless to tell the truth. I really had nothing to say and I was blabbing shit about how stressful English was. She kept on agreeing though and she was cute while doing so; but still, we were shy towards each other. Well, awkward.
When she left, she looked back. I looked at her, but a stupid guy I was I didn't walk with her to Xavier. I walked on another direction - towards McDonald's. I didn't have the guts to approach her again. Vince and Mikko were shouting at me,
"Shit man, what the fuck are you doing?"
"Nah, it's fine. Besides, it's too early. I should not be walking her... Yet," I answered back before I left., not knowing if I should be regretting things or what.
It was roughly 5:20-5:30 pm of December 19, 2008 when I saw her leave the cafeteria. I immediately ran after her leaving my friends behind. I guessed it right that she was on her way to Xavier hall to be picked up. When I caught up with her,
"Bianca!"
"Hey!"
We were walking at a rapid pace because she was in a hurry. I just asked about the progress of her English paper, a paper which killed us with the artistic art of making lots and lots of bibliography shit. At the end of it all, I asked her where she's headed.
"Uhm, Xavier, I'm going home..."
"Ah, I see. I'm still going to find my lost... pen... at Kostka. I think I left it there..." I replied.
Pen my fucking ass, Mike. What a really terrible and lame excuse to walk her towards Xavier. Anyway, I didn't really walk her there. I said a goodbye when we were nearing Kostka where I'm supposed to find my 'lost pen' for shit's sake.
"Merry Christmas!" she called back at me when she glanced where I was going. Shit man. That was sweet. How can I forget to greet her? It's the holidays already Santa balls.
"Merry Christmas too!" I shouted back at her. Then in a split second she was gone. Her petite silhouette moved behind a wall and I simply dropped by the restroom to talk to myself in front of the mirror, when I was supposed to, as I mentioned, find my fake fucking pen.
"Why are your balls jingled, Mr. Knucklehead?"
Of course, not literally.
I walked back to the cafeteria afterwards and I told to my friends the short misadventure of Mr. Mike Acosta. There were many things that happened later on that night, like my brother's Christmas party at the Ateneo High School, which was a walking distance, and me and my uncle blasting our way to an eat-all-you-can/buy-what-you-can stall-hopping in front of the Church of Gesu, and Joseph, a high school classmate, giving me a set of books to read which are all about God as a Christmas gift, and Chantal-Denise, a friend from the University of the Philippines coming over to Ateneo with some friends for a drinking session, and so on and so forth.
The one to take note of was Bianca's small Merry Christmas that was all too precious. It was the best Christmas gift I had so far. Whatever. I almost died because I missed seeing her all throughout the Christmas break.
Happy new year, jingled ball.
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During these times everything was just superficial. I'm just fooling around since I know I could not get any closer to this girl and that I don't even know if I'm feeling the right thing or whatnot towards her. As far as I know it was just a plain crush.
I started to notice her around school, like for example, I happened to pass by Xavier hall during one Tuesday noon because I had a free cut for my PE class and there she was, waiting for her driver. I got to chat with her for a short while at that time because we both had our first History long test that same day. We had the same teacher and the same History course; we only differ in the time slot. It was a blissful moment talking to her nevertheless and I thanked Jasper, a high school classmate, for walking me around Xavier hall else I could not have gotten the chance of juggling my balls.
I usually had lunch with Ken and Jasper, and the two other guys have always been talking about a certain Karen whom I referred to as 'Miss K' before, which was a classmate of mine in two subjects and each of them having her as a classmate on one.
As for me, I only talked about Bianca Arcega. They told me anyway that they tried to stalk her before after having the chance of seeing her on one AMP (Ateneo Musician's Pool) meeting. Ever since I informed them that Bianca was my classmate they seemed to be always willing to walk me to my English class. We continued our talk anyway and the discussion they had went something like this-
"Bullshit, I can't find Bianca's Multiply site. Does she even have one?"
"I tried searching her on her block mate's contacts list. No goddamn trace..."
"What if you type her name on the Multiply search bar?"
"Stupidest idea I've ever heard, you fuckhole. Where is your fucking brain!?!"
"How about asking that block mate Anton Magno straight up?"
"Just... Ah shit. Kindly fuck off please?"
"Nah, I found her Friendster before, but still that wasn't good enough. No fucking content!"
"As if that's going to help."
"Ever tried Google? That's the basic step. Haha."
"How about you try giving up?"
"What the fuck? She's a beauty, a hidden one."
"She has a Facebook account, morons, so most likely she has a Multiply account," I occasionally blurted out in the middle of their argument since I tried searching her once at Facebook. I did not add her up though since we weren't really friends but mere acquaintances. Besides I still did not had the guts to do so back then, and if ever I did so, it would all be too fishy adding up an acquaintance on Facebook. What would that be for? -- Simple stalking.
I've seen her during Saturdays too. Whenever I'm having lunch with my block mates I always had this alibi tour around the cafeteria. I always invite a block mate, Japs, to walk with me to buy a can of coke or a glass of cold coffee or whatever - just to have the mere opportunity of surveying the faces of the cafeteria in the hope of detecting my goddess. Aloha! I saw her once sitting on a table next to ours. I think she saw me since she kept looking at my direction, perhaps wondering if she'd be having the chance of saying a small hello. But then, rowdy my guy block mates were, who also kept on looking at her, I just dropped the idea of approaching her.
Those assholes, I could've starred my ass. But no, one block mate of mine named Marco even stood up and walked a little distance to have a good look at Bianca for 5 seconds. He returned to his seat which was just behind Bianca's and made sure that everyone heard his in-depth analysis and comprehensive comments about the girl. Fucking cunt.
I later knew that these Saturday lunch breaks of hers would be with her block mates too. Oh well. I cannot grab those opportunities unless I'd be willing to risk being shamed in front of many people. In times like this, I needed a better technique.
This girl-radar attitude is quite normal for guys. I mean, we do it all the time. It's just that, Bianca started to earn a higher priority for me and a better signal on my radar. For some odd reason, I started to change too. I saw that she was a really nice person, and as I've known her so far she is a good girl. I started to delve into this good side of mine with respect to my goal of being at least a friend to her. That was a total 'wow' because I never believed that such a thing could happen to me - change.
If it wasn't Ken and Jasper, or Japs, or other close friends I'm sharing my hopeless case story, it would always be Andz and Nikka. They're in a really good relationship and they always tried to tip me on how to approach a girl like Bianca. There's also Kevin Pua who was always there for me for reasons only the two of us knew.
My life then was an ultimate combo of Bianca + Bianca + Bianca + Successful History long test + Bianca + Bianca + Successful Accounting long test + Bianca + Bianca + Bianca + Science killer test + Bianca + Bianca + Hangout moments with Ken and Jasper + SEC walk happiness + Bianca + Everything else + Bianca. God, that was eerily scary. If I were Bianca I would've been frightened to my panties. I realized however that I had no intention but goodness towards her. I simply wanted to be friends. That's all. Trust me, I'm a guy. I tell the truth.
I've also been sharing this infatuation with Ian and Angel too. So really, the world knows my side of the story. Hers however remained a mystery to me.
Some time in December we had this little library tour for our English class. I was looking at her all the time and Vince and Mikko were always behind me, trying to tip me where to position myself to have the optimal view of Bianca's beauty. Those moments, I was still unsure if I should approach her or not. After the tour though, Mrs. Oblepias gave a free time for the remaining minutes of the period for us to finalize the reference cards we were going to submit that day.
I saw Bianca leaving the library and walking towards ma'am who was sitting on a bench right across the entrance of the building. I walked Bianca there and that was an opportunity because I got to talk to her for a whole minute. She told me her driver's still on the way so she had to hang around. Our conversation was just simple and a little pointless to tell the truth. I really had nothing to say and I was blabbing shit about how stressful English was. She kept on agreeing though and she was cute while doing so; but still, we were shy towards each other. Well, awkward.
When she left, she looked back. I looked at her, but a stupid guy I was I didn't walk with her to Xavier. I walked on another direction - towards McDonald's. I didn't have the guts to approach her again. Vince and Mikko were shouting at me,
"Shit man, what the fuck are you doing?"
"Nah, it's fine. Besides, it's too early. I should not be walking her... Yet," I answered back before I left., not knowing if I should be regretting things or what.
It was roughly 5:20-5:30 pm of December 19, 2008 when I saw her leave the cafeteria. I immediately ran after her leaving my friends behind. I guessed it right that she was on her way to Xavier hall to be picked up. When I caught up with her,
"Bianca!"
"Hey!"
We were walking at a rapid pace because she was in a hurry. I just asked about the progress of her English paper, a paper which killed us with the artistic art of making lots and lots of bibliography shit. At the end of it all, I asked her where she's headed.
"Uhm, Xavier, I'm going home..."
"Ah, I see. I'm still going to find my lost... pen... at Kostka. I think I left it there..." I replied.
Pen my fucking ass, Mike. What a really terrible and lame excuse to walk her towards Xavier. Anyway, I didn't really walk her there. I said a goodbye when we were nearing Kostka where I'm supposed to find my 'lost pen' for shit's sake.
"Merry Christmas!" she called back at me when she glanced where I was going. Shit man. That was sweet. How can I forget to greet her? It's the holidays already Santa balls.
"Merry Christmas too!" I shouted back at her. Then in a split second she was gone. Her petite silhouette moved behind a wall and I simply dropped by the restroom to talk to myself in front of the mirror, when I was supposed to, as I mentioned, find my fake fucking pen.
"Why are your balls jingled, Mr. Knucklehead?"
Of course, not literally.
I walked back to the cafeteria afterwards and I told to my friends the short misadventure of Mr. Mike Acosta. There were many things that happened later on that night, like my brother's Christmas party at the Ateneo High School, which was a walking distance, and me and my uncle blasting our way to an eat-all-you-can/buy-what-you-can stall-hopping in front of the Church of Gesu, and Joseph, a high school classmate, giving me a set of books to read which are all about God as a Christmas gift, and Chantal-Denise, a friend from the University of the Philippines coming over to Ateneo with some friends for a drinking session, and so on and so forth.
The one to take note of was Bianca's small Merry Christmas that was all too precious. It was the best Christmas gift I had so far. Whatever. I almost died because I missed seeing her all throughout the Christmas break.
Happy new year, jingled ball.
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Thursday, April 2, 2009
Chapter 3: The Real Deal
I've been growing this hairdo my idol Randy Blythe, the vocalist of the metal band Lamb of God, had. I Googled it and it was called the Devil Lock. It originated from a 1970s punk band called The Misfits which was later adapted by a 1980s to early 2000s metal band called Pantera, specifically the vocalist Phil Anselmo, which were all idols of Randy respectively. The Devil Lock just looked so cool I wanted it so badly.
November 14, 2008.
By this time though, I still was not sure if my parents are going to agree with my plan of growing a Devil Lock. And during this time too, I still was not sure if I myself am going to agree with my plan of pursuing Bianca.
It was Friday, the last school weekday for the first week of classes (since I still had Saturday classes), and I realized that my Wednesdays and Fridays are pretty much free since my LS classes are only held on Mondays. Science this time was a lot better since I got to keep a seat at the back of the classroom where I can have a full view of all the other 83 students together with my seatmate Ken who was just beside me looking at someone we later knew as, hmmm, 'Miss K.' We did nothing more than girl-hunt for a full 50 minutes, which was all about Science of seriously horny people.
After that we simply hung out at SEC walk as usual (which was what we did ever since our freshman year) and I told him about this gorgeous English classmate of mine named Bianca. He was intrigued with this that he told me he wanted to see this girl sometime.
"Don't worry, if I get to know her I'd bring you with me and introduce you as a very good friend and a very skilled guitarist," as if I'd be having such chance in a lifetime.
"P^@%*$#!!!" he sweetly retorted.
Time flied by so quick that I instantly found myself stressed with the upcoming debate as I was standing right in front of Kostka room 304, our English classroom. As soon as I entered the room I searched for Bianca but I guess she's coming in late. I took my seat at the back but at that exact moment she came in. Shit, if only I peed at the restroom for like 2 goddamn seconds I could have gotten a chance of having a small chat with her.
Later that period the class was divided into two teams and each was to defend a side of the motion. That was pretty big a group considering that there are thirteen members per team. I was shocked to learn though that I'm one of the only three who prepared for the debate in our power group. Wow I was too enthusiastic for English class.
We huddled in a circle of chairs. I took the seat right in front of Bianca just so you know and Vince sat right beside me. On his right is Tine, and we were the only three who actually prepared speeches. Ralph served as an adjudicator up front because he came in late.
"To all those gorgeous ladies of this group, go speak up. You hold our group's success." This was an automatic shout-out of mine since I couldn't help but make noise. I chanced to glance at Bianca and I saw her trying not to smile too much or at least laugh. No, she was laughing, silently. That was epic; I was able to entertain her with the randomness of my big mouth. The whole group was all too quiet and it was just me and Vince making the noise.
There was no verdict at the end of the debate but I talked my ass all throughout with philosophical musings. I was happy not because I performed quite well (in my own stupid standard) but because I saw Bianca smile. Now that's what we call a GG performance. I wished that day that I could see that smile of purity again.
Indeed.
Four days after that, November 18, 2008, a Tuesday, my History class just ended when the bell rung. The whole class was dismissed and people started moving out. I was still fixing my bag on the floor. Thinking that it would be easier if it was on my table, I tried to lift it towards my desk but at that same moment a woman's bag landed on my desk area.
"What the fucking ape shit is this? Can't she see that I'm fixing my fucking bag else I'm going to be late for my PE class?" I calmly and slowly told myself.
But when I looked to see who the woman was, I was shit-struck. I dropped my bag. Yep, it was Bianca, to the farthest horizons of my amazement and I was terribly in shock.
"Hello, English block mate!" she said, with the most killer of smiles and I could not help but let my goddamn jaw fall down helplessly and let it hang loose leaving my mouth wide open. Her beautiful face was all too much for my mortal eyes to look at, and her deep brown eyes were mesmerizing, and her sincere smile, with her aura of cheerfulness, were all too angelic in nature. Add to that the fact that she was leaning towards me and her hands were clasped together behind her. Astonishingly cute.
I think my tongue was having a good look at her too since my mouth was still open like a cave.
My balls melted in happiness. My balls were slowly cooked and heated to their boiling point. My balls were gone.
5 whole seconds of awe...
"H-h-h-hee-l-ll-lloo-ooo, B-b-b-iii-ancaa-aa," I stammered, as if there's crapshit all over my face. I tried to gain my consciousness and dragged myself back to reality. There's this train of thought full of wonders whirling within my brains. I was completely stunned at the time and I needed to get a brain fart else I'll be fully desecrated together with my dignity. Every time I remember that incident I still fall stunned with such beautiful memory.
There's a good and a bad thing that happened next. The good: there's this guy who called her attention and tried to get a chat with her, leaving me time to shake off. The bad: I cannot talk to her anymore because the guy was a goddamn mouth-mounted machine gun. Nah, I was just jealous.
As I was picking up my bag, someone familiar too entered the room. From my seat just beside the door, I realized it was Ian, someone who lives near my place. I talked to him and immediately told him how goddamn-the-frozen-shit-was-all-over-my-ass experience was a moment ago. He guessed it correctly though. Indeed. I liked Bianca.
She was still looking at me. Two meters away she was talking with the military mouth but her eyes were on me. We both knew we had an unfinished talk but then I could not wave a goodbye or whatever. I just stepped out of the room and waved at Ian instead. I looked back at Bianca one last time with eyes of ooops-i-gotta-go-see-you-around.
That was not just right, but still, the whole experience left my heart pounding and my soul soaring in paradise. I was out of Kostka room 302 not just to start off Asian History for the semester but off to venture to a new history of my life.
I immediately went to the restroom and looked at the mirror, washed my face a couple of times, stared into my own eyes, and asked myself, "Dude, are you backing out?"
No fucking deal, moron.
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November 14, 2008.
By this time though, I still was not sure if my parents are going to agree with my plan of growing a Devil Lock. And during this time too, I still was not sure if I myself am going to agree with my plan of pursuing Bianca.
It was Friday, the last school weekday for the first week of classes (since I still had Saturday classes), and I realized that my Wednesdays and Fridays are pretty much free since my LS classes are only held on Mondays. Science this time was a lot better since I got to keep a seat at the back of the classroom where I can have a full view of all the other 83 students together with my seatmate Ken who was just beside me looking at someone we later knew as, hmmm, 'Miss K.' We did nothing more than girl-hunt for a full 50 minutes, which was all about Science of seriously horny people.
After that we simply hung out at SEC walk as usual (which was what we did ever since our freshman year) and I told him about this gorgeous English classmate of mine named Bianca. He was intrigued with this that he told me he wanted to see this girl sometime.
"Don't worry, if I get to know her I'd bring you with me and introduce you as a very good friend and a very skilled guitarist," as if I'd be having such chance in a lifetime.
"P^@%*$#!!!" he sweetly retorted.
Time flied by so quick that I instantly found myself stressed with the upcoming debate as I was standing right in front of Kostka room 304, our English classroom. As soon as I entered the room I searched for Bianca but I guess she's coming in late. I took my seat at the back but at that exact moment she came in. Shit, if only I peed at the restroom for like 2 goddamn seconds I could have gotten a chance of having a small chat with her.
Later that period the class was divided into two teams and each was to defend a side of the motion. That was pretty big a group considering that there are thirteen members per team. I was shocked to learn though that I'm one of the only three who prepared for the debate in our power group. Wow I was too enthusiastic for English class.
We huddled in a circle of chairs. I took the seat right in front of Bianca just so you know and Vince sat right beside me. On his right is Tine, and we were the only three who actually prepared speeches. Ralph served as an adjudicator up front because he came in late.
"To all those gorgeous ladies of this group, go speak up. You hold our group's success." This was an automatic shout-out of mine since I couldn't help but make noise. I chanced to glance at Bianca and I saw her trying not to smile too much or at least laugh. No, she was laughing, silently. That was epic; I was able to entertain her with the randomness of my big mouth. The whole group was all too quiet and it was just me and Vince making the noise.
There was no verdict at the end of the debate but I talked my ass all throughout with philosophical musings. I was happy not because I performed quite well (in my own stupid standard) but because I saw Bianca smile. Now that's what we call a GG performance. I wished that day that I could see that smile of purity again.
Indeed.
Four days after that, November 18, 2008, a Tuesday, my History class just ended when the bell rung. The whole class was dismissed and people started moving out. I was still fixing my bag on the floor. Thinking that it would be easier if it was on my table, I tried to lift it towards my desk but at that same moment a woman's bag landed on my desk area.
"What the fucking ape shit is this? Can't she see that I'm fixing my fucking bag else I'm going to be late for my PE class?" I calmly and slowly told myself.
But when I looked to see who the woman was, I was shit-struck. I dropped my bag. Yep, it was Bianca, to the farthest horizons of my amazement and I was terribly in shock.
"Hello, English block mate!" she said, with the most killer of smiles and I could not help but let my goddamn jaw fall down helplessly and let it hang loose leaving my mouth wide open. Her beautiful face was all too much for my mortal eyes to look at, and her deep brown eyes were mesmerizing, and her sincere smile, with her aura of cheerfulness, were all too angelic in nature. Add to that the fact that she was leaning towards me and her hands were clasped together behind her. Astonishingly cute.
I think my tongue was having a good look at her too since my mouth was still open like a cave.
My balls melted in happiness. My balls were slowly cooked and heated to their boiling point. My balls were gone.
5 whole seconds of awe...
"H-h-h-hee-l-ll-lloo-ooo, B-b-b-iii-ancaa-aa," I stammered, as if there's crapshit all over my face. I tried to gain my consciousness and dragged myself back to reality. There's this train of thought full of wonders whirling within my brains. I was completely stunned at the time and I needed to get a brain fart else I'll be fully desecrated together with my dignity. Every time I remember that incident I still fall stunned with such beautiful memory.
There's a good and a bad thing that happened next. The good: there's this guy who called her attention and tried to get a chat with her, leaving me time to shake off. The bad: I cannot talk to her anymore because the guy was a goddamn mouth-mounted machine gun. Nah, I was just jealous.
As I was picking up my bag, someone familiar too entered the room. From my seat just beside the door, I realized it was Ian, someone who lives near my place. I talked to him and immediately told him how goddamn-the-frozen-shit-was-all-over-my-ass experience was a moment ago. He guessed it correctly though. Indeed. I liked Bianca.
She was still looking at me. Two meters away she was talking with the military mouth but her eyes were on me. We both knew we had an unfinished talk but then I could not wave a goodbye or whatever. I just stepped out of the room and waved at Ian instead. I looked back at Bianca one last time with eyes of ooops-i-gotta-go-see-you-around.
That was not just right, but still, the whole experience left my heart pounding and my soul soaring in paradise. I was out of Kostka room 302 not just to start off Asian History for the semester but off to venture to a new history of my life.
I immediately went to the restroom and looked at the mirror, washed my face a couple of times, stared into my own eyes, and asked myself, "Dude, are you backing out?"
No fucking deal, moron.
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Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Chapter 2: November Rain
She is exquisitely beautiful. I swear to my ass and my grandfather's ass and the ass before him that I have never seen a girl like her around school.
November 12, a significant Wednesday that was...
"Uhhh, fuck you, she's just another girl-next-door so don't get your ass screwed by her all too beautiful face," I told myself in front of a mirror in the restroom of the third floor of Kostka, the building where we hold our English classes. "She's ordinary, Mike," I insisted.
That time, I still had the 'Science hangover' which does not have any other scientific explanation but the very high probability of hormonal overdrive. I swear I always go out of that class more than satisfied, if you know what I mean.
It was the highlight of the day already. I've been washing up my face and fixing my hair because as far as I'm concerned, I wanted to project myself as a nice guy towards this petite gorgeous classmate of mine and I'd like to imprint on her a good first impression. Just after that thought though, the bell rang, so I rushed into the classroom and I was very much excited.
I found her sitting there already. Wow, she's early this time. As much as I'd like to look and stare at her, these happy-rowdy seatmates of mine have been calling my attention at times so I really had no choice but to talk to them.
The guy behind me was an obese one with glasses named Ralph De Guzman and he's been chatting with a guy on his left named Vince, which looked like another noisy bad ass guy with an unpredictable and mysterious smile. On my right's a silent goody goody guy named Mikko. In front of me was a friend named Dan with his ever-noticeable CAT haircut but he's already having his good chat with his seatmates. This situation left me tinkering with the three guys around me which eventually led to a 'noisy boys' label of the class.
Gradually the noisy boys sitting right in front of the air conditioner shifted the flow of conversation of their noise party to some serious boy talk - girls. I pointed to them that there's one gorgeous lady at the other side of the room near the door. Ralph argued that the one in front of Dan was better, which was a previous English 10 and 11 and Literature 13 classmate of mine named Jackie. Vince and Mikko were just laughing out at these petty arguments however, and we all seemed to enjoy the company.
November 12, 2008 was that significant Wednesday. I found an opportunity that day to shine because our teacher assigned us a task of preparing for a simple debate the next session. I was interested in doing so.
"Fuck that! I'm gonna show some skills. I wanna see how Bianca handles the debate too."
I was laughing these lines within my infatuated mind that I was smiling weirdly yet annoyingly in front of so many people, but I didn't really care; I had the chance. I prepared my debate speeches for the set motion later that evening and I wasn't excited or anything on my other subjects - it's as if the only highlight for my semester this time was my English class. I was glad I had my English 12 course delayed else I won't get to see who Bianca was, and I was glad AISIS totally fucked up my schedule granting me a temporal paradise.
I think it only rained twice or thrice during the month of November. I'm quite sure though that happiness was overflowing within me and excitement was showering on me. For some odd reason, I was seriously in love with the mystery behind the name Bianca - not the cheesy, marshmallow, superficial feeling nor the extravagant and ideal reality of romance, but the sincere and passionate emotion rooted from the very veins of an intimate heart. What the fuck? But hey, that's the best depiction I can give.
November rain. This reminds me of a good ballad from Guns 'N Roses. It was a nice love song. I guess everyone should take time to hear it at least once in his lifetime.
I wanted to walk in the cold November rain and get myself soaked. I liked Bianca to be frank. It was shallow at first since I did not really know her personally, or even had the chance to talk to her personally, but at least I like her cheerfulness and her charming aura that brings about a sensation of tranquility to my malevolent soul.
I wanted to walk in the cold November rain and forget about my problems, or if that comes of no avail, just even have the chance to run away from them for a moment. I wished the clock would pause and give me a margin of Chronus to think and ponder about my existence, and my feelings too for that matter.
I wanted to walk in the cold November rain to laugh at myself - to see my reflection in a puddle of murky water and laugh at that face for being so foolish to fall for someone who isn't exactly a girl-next-door, rather, an angel-next-door.
As corny as it sounds, it's true. Guys risk their pride and dignity to speak out something as corny as that just to express their sincerity with utmost truthfulness.
Screw that.
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November 12, a significant Wednesday that was...
"Uhhh, fuck you, she's just another girl-next-door so don't get your ass screwed by her all too beautiful face," I told myself in front of a mirror in the restroom of the third floor of Kostka, the building where we hold our English classes. "She's ordinary, Mike," I insisted.
That time, I still had the 'Science hangover' which does not have any other scientific explanation but the very high probability of hormonal overdrive. I swear I always go out of that class more than satisfied, if you know what I mean.
It was the highlight of the day already. I've been washing up my face and fixing my hair because as far as I'm concerned, I wanted to project myself as a nice guy towards this petite gorgeous classmate of mine and I'd like to imprint on her a good first impression. Just after that thought though, the bell rang, so I rushed into the classroom and I was very much excited.
I found her sitting there already. Wow, she's early this time. As much as I'd like to look and stare at her, these happy-rowdy seatmates of mine have been calling my attention at times so I really had no choice but to talk to them.
The guy behind me was an obese one with glasses named Ralph De Guzman and he's been chatting with a guy on his left named Vince, which looked like another noisy bad ass guy with an unpredictable and mysterious smile. On my right's a silent goody goody guy named Mikko. In front of me was a friend named Dan with his ever-noticeable CAT haircut but he's already having his good chat with his seatmates. This situation left me tinkering with the three guys around me which eventually led to a 'noisy boys' label of the class.
Gradually the noisy boys sitting right in front of the air conditioner shifted the flow of conversation of their noise party to some serious boy talk - girls. I pointed to them that there's one gorgeous lady at the other side of the room near the door. Ralph argued that the one in front of Dan was better, which was a previous English 10 and 11 and Literature 13 classmate of mine named Jackie. Vince and Mikko were just laughing out at these petty arguments however, and we all seemed to enjoy the company.
November 12, 2008 was that significant Wednesday. I found an opportunity that day to shine because our teacher assigned us a task of preparing for a simple debate the next session. I was interested in doing so.
"Fuck that! I'm gonna show some skills. I wanna see how Bianca handles the debate too."
I was laughing these lines within my infatuated mind that I was smiling weirdly yet annoyingly in front of so many people, but I didn't really care; I had the chance. I prepared my debate speeches for the set motion later that evening and I wasn't excited or anything on my other subjects - it's as if the only highlight for my semester this time was my English class. I was glad I had my English 12 course delayed else I won't get to see who Bianca was, and I was glad AISIS totally fucked up my schedule granting me a temporal paradise.
I think it only rained twice or thrice during the month of November. I'm quite sure though that happiness was overflowing within me and excitement was showering on me. For some odd reason, I was seriously in love with the mystery behind the name Bianca - not the cheesy, marshmallow, superficial feeling nor the extravagant and ideal reality of romance, but the sincere and passionate emotion rooted from the very veins of an intimate heart. What the fuck? But hey, that's the best depiction I can give.
November rain. This reminds me of a good ballad from Guns 'N Roses. It was a nice love song. I guess everyone should take time to hear it at least once in his lifetime.
I wanted to walk in the cold November rain and get myself soaked. I liked Bianca to be frank. It was shallow at first since I did not really know her personally, or even had the chance to talk to her personally, but at least I like her cheerfulness and her charming aura that brings about a sensation of tranquility to my malevolent soul.
I wanted to walk in the cold November rain and forget about my problems, or if that comes of no avail, just even have the chance to run away from them for a moment. I wished the clock would pause and give me a margin of Chronus to think and ponder about my existence, and my feelings too for that matter.
I wanted to walk in the cold November rain to laugh at myself - to see my reflection in a puddle of murky water and laugh at that face for being so foolish to fall for someone who isn't exactly a girl-next-door, rather, an angel-next-door.
As corny as it sounds, it's true. Guys risk their pride and dignity to speak out something as corny as that just to express their sincerity with utmost truthfulness.
Screw that.
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Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Chapter 1: Registered
Let's wind the clocks back a semester.
November 3, 2008.
"Fucked up... I should have been going home by 2:30 pm every Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays but then this online enlistment screwed up my registration 'cause their servers just cannot handle the sudden influx of students. We have the goddamn technology these days yet this fucking thing just ruined my plans."
That's what I told myself when I was having my AISIS Online Enlistment at the Ateneo, the university I was in at the time, and I was so frustrated back then since my English class which was supposedly 12:30-1:30 pm ran out of slots and that the only remaining available schedule for the same subject would be the 3:30-4:30 pm slot. Anyway, I resumed enlisting since I was almost done with my M-W-F schedule. Although I wanted my Science class be moved on the 2:30-3:30 pm slot, I thought having a break between my Science and English classes would be a good idea so I retained my 1:30-2:30 slot.
"Hmmm, Tuesdays and Thursdays - what if I place my PE class between my History and Theology classes? So that I can destress in between... That's better now. These two can be pretty demanding when it comes to readings, so yeah this is totally fine. History moved to 9:00-10:30 am instead of the 10:30-12:00 nn, PE at 11:00-12:00 nn snapped right in the middle, and then Theology at 1:30-3:00 pm... Okay, I'm good and all geared up."
Yes I've been talking to myself. I always do this whenever something comes up and gets me pissed.
My second semester was off to a pretty screwed up start since I did not get the schedule I originally wanted, but the crappy schedule I got however enabled me to be easygoing and a little bit laid back yet again. Considering that I'm a probationary student for the school year 2008-2009, I still wanted things to be at ease rather than stressful. I needed to catch up on my grades because I flunked my freshman year and the first semester of my sophomore year, but then, I really had no motivation to strive hard and ace the incoming semester.
Exactly a week after that was the first day of classes for the second semester of my sophomore year at the Ateneo. Monday, November 10, 2008 - my first class, Leadership and Strategy, was around 8:30 am and I almost came in late due to heavy traffic. I made it on time though. It was good to see my block mates (course mates - arranged in systematic groups called 'blocks') and some friends again after the semester break. Other than that, the first class was nothing spectacular, and besides, we were dismissed early. I simply hung out with the block with the remaining time before their 10:30-11:30 Chemistry class. Yeah you read that right: 'their' Chemistry class - since I flunked my prerequisite Chemistry subject the semester before. So actually, I'm just sitting in with their major subjects. This is a consequence of being forfeited with the bragging rights and reputation of a Management of Applied Chemistry major.
So yes, I'm a flunkard and...
I had lunch with my block mates at around 11:30 am and I hung out with them until 1:30 pm, then I was off to my Science class. I've got to tell you this, the Science class was outrageously spectacular. It is a fucking haven of chicks - like there was a dozen or so of hot girls in school in that class and every single guy was happy. I mean, it was a complete 50-minute drooling session and the professor was almost left unnoticed.
And a bastard.
The 'infamous' guy that held my Science class was someone called Mr. Marquez. He's a fail though because I think the only decent classroom discourse he was able to deliver was the last one; everything else was pure noise bullshit and useless discussion because everyone seemed to have flunked most of his tests that were supposed to be related to his lessons in class - which just shows how fucking awesome he was. He looked like a teletubby by the way. Perhaps a black one.
I realized that I would be pretty bummed with my one hour break after Science since I had nothing to do. Good thing, I hung out with my good old buddy and high school classmate, and at the same time a Science seatmate, Ken, at a covered walkway in school called 'SEC walk.' This was a hot spot since every break time there is a serious flux of girls and girls and girls that would make a completely satisfying scenery. Ken was kind [and interested, very much interested] enough to accompany me for an hour before my English class.
When the bell rung I immediately went to my classroom and I was certainly anxious over the last highlight of my first day of classes.
"Thank God the room is air conditioned," I immediately blurted out as soon as I opened the backdoor of the classroom.
I walked straight in and picked my usual seat in a room which is the one at the back. I sat comfortably on my chair and looked around for familiar faces. There were five or so acquaintances standing around but I did not feel like approaching them since I was already feeling lazy towards the end of the day and I have a grander goal in mind - spotting the hottest girl in the class. Unfortunately, there was no one who was eye popping whatsoever. The class was nothing special, really.
Well, that was what I thought until this petite girl opened the door and took the seat nearest it. She was not really late, or is it? I could not exactly remember if she really was but all I knew was that I was on the opposite side of the room and I am there to reside for the rest of the semester because the teacher already assigned me the goddamn seat. Moving to seats nearer to her would not be probable anymore.
She registered onto my mind. I swear, the registration process was quick as hell. And by the way, if I heard it right from my English teacher's attendance roll call, her name's Bianca. She raised her right hand when the name was called. Special thanks to Mrs. Oblepias for calling that name out.
Her name is just after mine on the official class list which is a cool coincidence.
That very name echoed on my mind hours after the class, even on my way home, even the last minute before I slept that night. The AISIS Enlistment didn't really fuck up after all.
Oh, Bianca...
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November 3, 2008.
"Fucked up... I should have been going home by 2:30 pm every Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays but then this online enlistment screwed up my registration 'cause their servers just cannot handle the sudden influx of students. We have the goddamn technology these days yet this fucking thing just ruined my plans."
That's what I told myself when I was having my AISIS Online Enlistment at the Ateneo, the university I was in at the time, and I was so frustrated back then since my English class which was supposedly 12:30-1:30 pm ran out of slots and that the only remaining available schedule for the same subject would be the 3:30-4:30 pm slot. Anyway, I resumed enlisting since I was almost done with my M-W-F schedule. Although I wanted my Science class be moved on the 2:30-3:30 pm slot, I thought having a break between my Science and English classes would be a good idea so I retained my 1:30-2:30 slot.
"Hmmm, Tuesdays and Thursdays - what if I place my PE class between my History and Theology classes? So that I can destress in between... That's better now. These two can be pretty demanding when it comes to readings, so yeah this is totally fine. History moved to 9:00-10:30 am instead of the 10:30-12:00 nn, PE at 11:00-12:00 nn snapped right in the middle, and then Theology at 1:30-3:00 pm... Okay, I'm good and all geared up."
Yes I've been talking to myself. I always do this whenever something comes up and gets me pissed.
My second semester was off to a pretty screwed up start since I did not get the schedule I originally wanted, but the crappy schedule I got however enabled me to be easygoing and a little bit laid back yet again. Considering that I'm a probationary student for the school year 2008-2009, I still wanted things to be at ease rather than stressful. I needed to catch up on my grades because I flunked my freshman year and the first semester of my sophomore year, but then, I really had no motivation to strive hard and ace the incoming semester.
Exactly a week after that was the first day of classes for the second semester of my sophomore year at the Ateneo. Monday, November 10, 2008 - my first class, Leadership and Strategy, was around 8:30 am and I almost came in late due to heavy traffic. I made it on time though. It was good to see my block mates (course mates - arranged in systematic groups called 'blocks') and some friends again after the semester break. Other than that, the first class was nothing spectacular, and besides, we were dismissed early. I simply hung out with the block with the remaining time before their 10:30-11:30 Chemistry class. Yeah you read that right: 'their' Chemistry class - since I flunked my prerequisite Chemistry subject the semester before. So actually, I'm just sitting in with their major subjects. This is a consequence of being forfeited with the bragging rights and reputation of a Management of Applied Chemistry major.
So yes, I'm a flunkard and...
I had lunch with my block mates at around 11:30 am and I hung out with them until 1:30 pm, then I was off to my Science class. I've got to tell you this, the Science class was outrageously spectacular. It is a fucking haven of chicks - like there was a dozen or so of hot girls in school in that class and every single guy was happy. I mean, it was a complete 50-minute drooling session and the professor was almost left unnoticed.
And a bastard.
The 'infamous' guy that held my Science class was someone called Mr. Marquez. He's a fail though because I think the only decent classroom discourse he was able to deliver was the last one; everything else was pure noise bullshit and useless discussion because everyone seemed to have flunked most of his tests that were supposed to be related to his lessons in class - which just shows how fucking awesome he was. He looked like a teletubby by the way. Perhaps a black one.
I realized that I would be pretty bummed with my one hour break after Science since I had nothing to do. Good thing, I hung out with my good old buddy and high school classmate, and at the same time a Science seatmate, Ken, at a covered walkway in school called 'SEC walk.' This was a hot spot since every break time there is a serious flux of girls and girls and girls that would make a completely satisfying scenery. Ken was kind [and interested, very much interested] enough to accompany me for an hour before my English class.
When the bell rung I immediately went to my classroom and I was certainly anxious over the last highlight of my first day of classes.
"Thank God the room is air conditioned," I immediately blurted out as soon as I opened the backdoor of the classroom.
I walked straight in and picked my usual seat in a room which is the one at the back. I sat comfortably on my chair and looked around for familiar faces. There were five or so acquaintances standing around but I did not feel like approaching them since I was already feeling lazy towards the end of the day and I have a grander goal in mind - spotting the hottest girl in the class. Unfortunately, there was no one who was eye popping whatsoever. The class was nothing special, really.
Well, that was what I thought until this petite girl opened the door and took the seat nearest it. She was not really late, or is it? I could not exactly remember if she really was but all I knew was that I was on the opposite side of the room and I am there to reside for the rest of the semester because the teacher already assigned me the goddamn seat. Moving to seats nearer to her would not be probable anymore.
She registered onto my mind. I swear, the registration process was quick as hell. And by the way, if I heard it right from my English teacher's attendance roll call, her name's Bianca. She raised her right hand when the name was called. Special thanks to Mrs. Oblepias for calling that name out.
Her name is just after mine on the official class list which is a cool coincidence.
That very name echoed on my mind hours after the class, even on my way home, even the last minute before I slept that night. The AISIS Enlistment didn't really fuck up after all.
Oh, Bianca...
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