Kilig Moments

I have this ultimate crush in school which happened to be an instructor. A very decent and respectable man who would be serious and busy enough to notice me and I hate it.

You know how teachers are? Very workaholic I say. So truth be told, I do make crazy things to make him notice me every time I see him. I shout like an idiot whenever he would come across my way riding his motorcycle and I was like:

"Hello Sir, ang pogi mo talaga!"

Believe it or not, I enjoy what I'm doing and I am confident enough that he won't mind it  and besides, what I say is true (you know, people admit that he's really cute) and there's no harm with that. With the help of our Philippine Government Constitution, I learned that humans like me have so called" Freedom of Expression" and I use it, to the highest level as you can tell. hahaha.

But not until he saw me alone in the library reading a certain book. He simply said "hi" and I, alone in that room with him wanted to melt. I just smiled and pretended to continue reading. He came closer and my heart was in race especially when he initiated a conversation simply by asking  questions.

Him: Do you have any idea about variance?

Me: ahmmm..Yes sir, we studied it during our assessment 2.

Him: What about t- test?

ME: Yes Sir.

Him: Do you still have your notes?

Me: I'm not sure but I'll look into it.

Him: Oh.. thank you.

After that moment, he would smile often whenever I see him. In the faculty, canteen, along the way, anywhere! There was an instance when he was currently teaching his class and when I pass outside his door, he would pause and smile at me.

I started to behave. I never shout, nor yell at him just to get his attention. We started chatting in fb and he would always call me" madam". How odd right?  I learned a lot about his personal life, that he really wanted to be a soldier but his parents didn't permit him. That he was the only boy in their family and he was a little sporty. One time, when he saw Melvin and I playing table tennis in one of the rooms in school, he was tempted to play and borrowed the racket from Melvin and for the first time in forever, I had the chance to play ping pong with him in that very unexpected moment.

Well, if you would ask me what happened  in the game, I'll simply say " I made it easier for him". I thought he was an expert so I didn't gave him a single chance to smash the ball but he ended up throwing the white flag.  To be frank, I gave my best fight so he won't get bored with the play and indeed he
to be continued...

Unfinished Stories

Hello bloggers, long time no see. This last two weeks, I've been very very busy working on my projects. I have to be wise enough in managing my time in order to cope up with the multiple deadline of my projects. You know how college life is? Hindi na kami pinatawad eh. Anyways, I know that it has always been part of being a student and It is my responsibility to submit them all.

One of these projects is writing a particular story which you considered as your own literary production with you as the original author of course. It didn't bother me so much to think of a story to write since I've been writing a lot about my personal experiences( some of them were published) and also,the seminar workshop I attended few weeks ago did a great help.

But things didn't go the way I thought it would since I started having short conversation with Sir Morella who happened to be my ultimate crush and guess what? I don't know where did he get the idea particularly about the stories we're writing when I found out that it was Sandy, my classmate ,who to told him about it. Sandy said that Sir Morella asked her if I am also writing my story and basically, Sandy said "YES"..

That afternoon, he immediately approached me in the faculty room, the moment when I was in Sir Nov's table eating chocolate and I was too shy to smile because I knew that some chocolate must have stuck between my teeth. He asked me if he could he could read my story. OMG!! I really don't know what to say so to make it safe, I told him that it was not yet finished and he will surely have the copy of it once it was done.

Honestly, it was finish. Three days before I talked with him, just to be exact. I just can't bear  to let him read that without double- checking my grammar, organization of thoughts and others. It's like putting myself into pit.

The project I thought would easy for me became the hardest one. Believe it or not, I ended up writing four, five, no..six unfinished stories and yet, I can't decide what to work on. It's a suicide!!!  He told me that he likes love stories and my story is about a family matter so I changed it from time to time. I almost quit and you don't have any idea how it bothered me.

The day after the deadline, I decided to stop pleasing him. As a writer, I must write as what my heart desires and not for others. Thank God I finally did it. my story is about a daughter who learned how to be independent when her mom started having her job. It was nice, I guess. and to make it a love story, I entitled it" Mom's love story". I haven't seen Sir Morella for weeks so he  had no idea about the story.

P.S: I was the last one to submit that project. hahaha. I hope my teacher would understand.