I asked Jules if he reads my blog entries from start to end. He confessed that he doesn't. He said it partially depends on the length of my post and mostly on the titles. From that moment, I promised myself to give my entries catchy titles.
And after my brief meeting with Jules, I had my first quiz for my Fluid Mechanics class under Engr. Dela Cruz (one of the scaringly-reputed B.A.D. professors, BAD stands for Balberona, Anastacio and finally, Dela Cruz). As expected, nabano na naman ako.
I saw an ad, posted on the wall as I made my way out of the school, searching for NCAA courtside reporters. Of course, no one would be surprised if Andrew Trapani would dare to join, because putting himself in a shameful state is not new to anyone anymore, but I felt really stupid smiling as I walked out of the school gate, fancying myself as a courtside reporter, that a girl on my way even thought I was smiling at her.
I had a long weekend this previous week and the classes were cancelled yesterday due to the declared holiday. But that didn't stop me from going out of the house. Last Saturday, I was in Recto searching for the Machine Design book. I found it, actually loads of it, but I underestimated the price so I left empty handed. I killed the remaining time I have by going to the old and stinking Isetann mall, the nearest mall from the Mapua High School, and once again, a stranger have mistakened me to be a sex worker.
Sunday, I went with Mench in Bicutan. It was a birthday celebration of her cousin, Bhal. At first, I was a stranger to everyone and everything was almost fine until the people learned that I am Arnold's son. The Sorsogon contingent of the National Sunog-baga's
began talking to me as if we've been friends since high school and explained to me how my father is so famous in San Juan, Sorsogon. Oh tell me about it.
Yesterday was the only chance I had to actually stay in the house. And my father didn't pass up that chance to let me staff the store again from afternoon til closing time and when I got home, I was already too tired to study my lessons. (Nampucha! parang totoo.)