Yet another someone...

I'm back. And after a long time, I need to state what I've been recently feeling towards somebody.

The first time I met him was at the first Env Sci 1 class meeting. I didn't notice him yet when I was in the classroom because I felt really bad that my classroom has to be in the secluded Villadolid Hall. Anyway, inside the classroom, I didn't know anyone yet and I just sleepily and silently sat at the seat near the aisle of the classroom. The class continued, and I kinda enjoyed it. My parents were waiting for it to end, inside the car which has the same color with my blouse that day.

I hurriedly ran towards them for I did not want to stall time. I planned to pay for the ID fee at the cashier and tried to find out if I could have my picture taken that very day. Before I stepped inside our car, I talked to my mom. He was just behind me, and I can see him and his motorcycle. I ignored him at first but I had a short glance, and I hopped in the car. I then decided to look at him from the inside. With his helmet now on, I could only see his eyes that seemed to look my way too. I felt some instant attraction as I look at this guy with the red motorcycle. And we left.

The next meetings, I found myself slightly interested in him. I knew where he frequently sits. I could tell where he is, and I looked for him first thing in the morning when I arrived at class. Slowly, something made me look his way every time. The way he looks, dresses, and his slight smile or laugh whenever our professor tells his jokes. I knew that I sorta developed a crush on him.

I had never said anything to him so far, none at all. I could only gaze at him from my seat, and when our glances meet, I avoid it immediately.  Sometimes, I walk with him towards the door, and we have nothing to say. At a certain time, we were standing in front of the desk side by side as we ask for yellow pad from sir. Of course we barely knew each other. I just knew his name from the attendance sheet. I wonder if he bothered to know my name.

And then, a nickname was formed. I call him now "Motorsiklo Guy". As usual, it is my common attitude to be the silent one. I did tell a few people about this, I mean, A FEW... and it's harder again since here I go with the staring game again. Useless, right? But what can I do? I could only look at him... I know this won't get me any further.

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It's been an awful while...

I'm beginning to wonder if this font color could be read in my dark background...

Hisashiburi da ne. I wonder if I could say that right in front of my ex-bowling mates. Or at least, to マリオ.

Finally I've decided to use the Japanese font on his name. I've been renting PCs while posting to my blog here since I post when I am at Quezon City--particularly at UP Diliman or at Philcoa.

It's been days since bowling class ended. Exactly 6 days. I haven't lost communication with Yuji. We've been texting nonstop because of Unlitxt20. Sure, it's fun to talk with him through nonsense blabbering. I almost forgot what my sadness was about.

I did have a happy time while spending my vacation, especially when I went to Vesper Service at Ellinwood Malate Church.

To break the sad mood again, allow me to talk about my other apple of the eye, "Chinito".

Chinito. That's just how we address him. He's a Chinito by looks, and he drives their black cool car. He has a brother and a little sister and a dad. This Vesper service was our first time ever, and I was shocked that his family also went to the Vesper service as well. And the best part here was he sat beside me… and I got the chance to shake hands with him.

That was our first close encounter. He appears to be a weird guy, but I like his utter weirdness for it suits his persona and aura. He has little perks that makes him cuter. He barely looks at me, and I was feeling very awkward--for there's this mean distance between us. Of all places, why would they sit there? Such coincidence… and my mom's prediction was right. :)

When it's almost time for benediction, his family as usual went at the kneeling area. I wonder what he thinks about me, I cannot directly look at him. I'm still a bit shy around this person--since Chinito and I haven't been introduced personally.

Oh well, I'll tell what will happen this coming Sunday... I hope it's a good one. ^_^

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Me and you and you and me?

Ah whatever, this got me confused.

Let's start from the very last post when I talked about him. A series of events came about and I am not yet in the very good writing mode so I'll talk about its important details later. Let's just discuss what had occurred in a flash.

So we were involved in a so-called "love team" -quote that, I wasn't the one who started the crap :P. And then they continued deriding and that it ended up both of us were avoiding each other. I didn't know how to react to that either, because when they tease us it seems lovely yet... am I shy or something?!

Anyway, everytime it is our turn to play and we are on both lanes, they would make sounds of whatsoever. I am in a public rentals shop and right now I couldn't express what I meant.

I like the way he motivates me before I play, but I do not pay attention that what I only hear are my classmates' voices teasing me again.

He told me to "take care" as Keim narrated when I came back to the bleachers.

Woah.

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There He Goes...

Alas, a new blog in a new multiply account. If not because of someone, I would not create a new one. Anyway, this post, this very first post will be dedicated to another person.

There he goes... he passes by the right side and sits beside me. He came from behind, and he's there to check the scoresheet as always.

I glanced occasionally as usual, and pretended not to feel anything else but this normal feeling in a usual situation running for a week and a day already. He's been like this, and I've been scoring the games. He too scores, for I know well that he enjoys marking the scoresheet as much as I do.

We had a little talk. The topic was utmost boring. It was about my ballpen. I proudly told him that the pen he's currently using was mine since high school. I don't know if it got him amazed or doubtful, but he lauded me for that. He even took a closer look at my black Tombow pen. We then shifted the topic of our short conversation. I then noticed that everyone were behind us while we took our watch on the game.

His number in the record is 9, while mine is 8. We are supposed lane partners, but then there's a  missing nin number 7 so I was paired with John. However, this week, John went to a conference at Leyte. Thus, we play our frames at the same time.

He has this habit of holding the ball close to his face, as if he's targetting the duckpins. I watch closely his move, for even before I took interest on him, I admired his playing skills. His accuracy is way better than mine. He does a break, a spare and all that. He even has his cheer squad as I call them. Everytime I praise and laud him, he just shyly looks down and murmurs something to me and to himself.

Not long after our brief encounters, I started talking to him more. I had an inkling that he likes games, so I took notice of the laminated hand fan he always brings to class. I asked how much was the cost for lamination. He replied that he already forgot. Then our classmate asked what character is the drawing from. He scratched his head shyly telling us that it is from a certain game. Then and there, I concluded that he is in to what I like.

A day later, we talked again, this time while Christmas was scoring. He suddenly mentioned that he took Hapon 10, a Japanese beginner's subject at our school. I was enthralled. It is because it's so rare for an Engineering student to be able to enroll on a Foreign language. We do not have electives for that, and it is considered lucky to have your adviser agree on you taking a foreign lang. Well he actually did, and we started asking questions about it.

When Christmas' turn finally came, we sat beside each other and continued our talk. I knew something about this seemingly Chinito, and I do like what he likes. We have a lot in common. And so everytime class starts, my eyes automatically search for him and I make sure I do have an opportunity to talk to him.

And so, there he goes... to the left exit. I saunter towards him and a classmate, thinking of what topic I could open up to them.


tbc

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