(Bat puro drama-drama nalang sa Secret Files? Either bakla ka, lumalaban sa Great Wall, torpe, bitter, or nag-jj sa Old Rizal cr. Pwede din ipagsabay, kung super hardcore ka. Eh. Medyo nauumay nako sa romantic problems niyo. Sarap palang maging single. Youre welcome to change my mind about it, though. Good luck with that. Galing na ko sa ganyan.) Lets talk about something more interesting. I was a vigilante. I spent my days in Matteo, but more often than not Id find myself spending the afternoon outside of the little areas with the computer terminals and everything, becaus all the chairs were taken. That didnt mean all of them were occupied. Youre all familiar with the image: a large, comfy desk thing, looking invitingly vacant in the middle of the room. You walk closer, only to discover that single object of dubious importance has been placed on the desk, as if to say in bold, confident letters, MINE. Crap. What do you do? Someone obviously marked this chair for their own, but again, theres only one thing on the stupid desk. Sometimes its an umbrella, or an iPhone (i dont know if this says ateneans are super rich, or like to live dangerously), but its not hard to guess that whoever put it there left to go get lunch or something. Badtrip. The first few times, Id brush it off, and sit out on the cold, hard, floor, outside, while the airconditioning units dripped exhaust on me, but one really tiring afternoon, I trudge my way back to Matteo. All the chairs are taken, and I do mean all of them. One in particular catches my eye, though- Theres a piece of paper on the table. That was it. A. Piece. Of. Paper. One. One. There wasnt even a note written on it or anything. Ah, screw it. I slapped the paper off the table and sat down. Sweet, sweet chairness. It went on for a while after that- I started taking pictures of prime examples- a box, a notebook, a sandwich wrapper... Etc. Eventually, I switched home bases to the Old Rizal Library, and for a while, things were peachy. Were. I was about to leave for lunch, but I didnt want to have to close my laptop and cancel a bunch of things Id been loading. Besides, itd be a bother to have to lug my heavy bag all the way to Gonzaga, right? My laptop was plugged in, my schoolbooks were opened and strewn in a convincing fashion on one side. Id left a piece of paper on the table. A piece of paper. One. Piece. Of. Paper. You either die a hero... - HSHATAG/SAWA/NA/SA/MADRAMA/HUHU, SOH, 2017 #AdMUlol
Posted on: Mon, 02 Dec 2013 23:58:23 +0000
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