NOT A NOT-A-LOVE-STORY STORY ???

9:30. i was expecting to see him worrying to be late on his first class at the elevator lane. But I guess this is one of the luckiest days of, whoelse, ME! Hooray! So I headed to the second floor and went to my self- proclaimed locker and proceeded to the seventh floor to exactly do my thing. GAWD! Upon seeing his lizard-killing hairstyle, my heart pumped as if it wont pump the next hour. I continued walking directing to my favorite study/sleeping/eating/daydreaming spot/seat/space.

With the help of my tantric knowledge on mathematical estimation, I could say that we’re almost one feet away from each other. I am in this PINK-AMPALAYA shirt and there he is, stucked in his dirty-white-and-faded-black tee. Ugh. I can’t explain this feeling. red, green, and yellow lights are instantly and loudly flashing off my head. Confused. Excited. Ashamed. Embarrassed. It’s more of a human feeling than of being a stone.

A moment allowed us to see each other. Our eyes met and conversed with a smile. I went back shyly to my seat acting as if nothing had happened. I concentrated fakely on this whole bunch of Accounting thing. And blah blah blah blah blah… Going back to this not a not-love-story story, this guy in a dirty-white-and-faded-black tee interviewed me on my earliness initially saying, “Ang aga ah…” “Ikaw din naman eh”,  I replied trying to kill this seemingly odd-slash-embarrassing interview between the pink-ampalaya-colored-shirt girl and the guy with a dirty-white-and-faded-black tee.

The guy trying to rejuvenate the air- gasping interview, “May quiz kayo?” And in response, the tiny friend spacing inside the space in my head asked on how the hell did he freaking know that we are going to have  a sort fo freaking quiz on this holy, freaking day! HE IS A PSYCHIC! Beware! Hakhak. “Oo”, I unconsciously said. “Ano’ng subject?” He’s starting his interview questions again. Ugh. “SECRET!”, I said comically, trying to really put this supercalifragilisticexpialidocious show/interview/conversation to death! But not until my mouth tried to be extra polite adding, “Accounting. FINACC2.” And silence victored! Hooray! At last!

Hours have passed. Sky has alternately transformed from blue to white, and white to blue. Leaves have already fallen from the stems/twigs/whatsoever part of the tree that leaf has fallen from. Not to mention the liters of urine that have uniquely poured into its beloved hometown! And oh, let’s not forget the ever popular 10 new-born babies born every second; And also let’s include inthe scenario the 7 suckers, comonly known as “human”, who die every minute (I guess). Okay! ENOUGH for commercials.

The train is back on this not a not-love-story story. While a friend is eagerly searching, not stalking, her engineering crush in the campus/building, I unexpectedly saw again this guy with a dirt-white and faded-black tee who has just taken off from his 11th floor elevator ride. He seemed to be in a hurry. Upon seeing him, a shock transparently pictured on my face. I don’t think he noticed it, but I noticed his urgent reply upon seeing me—not my shock-etched facial expression. His honest mouth, with the help of his neurons and cells and tissues and whatsoever parts of his…thin…no,slender…no,unbuilt body made my ear/s receive/s his super extra sweeet call on his given petname to me. Sweet! No ingredient of sarcasm or whatever, just plainly SWEET!

HAKHAKHAK!!! WHATEVER!