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I suddenly remembered this guy who fell in line behind me at the SOM photocopying place sometime late around the first semester of third year.
It was around 5:00 pm in the afternoon and I was in the middle of a very long day. I just came from a day's worth of classes, was doing some errands to finish off my day at the school (borrowing books at the library, photocopying readings), and was about to space-out in front of the TV study for the rest of the afternoon and into the night. I had already given Ate Cora the set of readings plus a book that I needed to be photocopied. Then, a guy fell in line behind me together with his friend and a two-page Math reviewer and started speaking in this annoying accent.
God, I really wished he didn't. I was tired, hungry, and sleepy. It is so easy to cross me when I am either or all of the above. He didn't even have to try.
"Grabe pare, you know what I did last night? You know what? I swear pare, I tried studying and...."
I really, really, wished he didn't.
"".... I swear, pare. She was hot. Like, hotter than..."
My ears were already bleeding, my vision was already turning black, and my patience was being terribly tested. I wanted to grab a ream of paper from the nearby cabinet and smack him in the head with it just so he would stop talking. I checked out how far along Ate Cora was with my set, she still had the book to go. Good lord. I don't think the guy that he was with got a word in edgewise.
"...I had pansit canton and a bottle of 7-Up beside me and I played the trippiest game ever. I was in my air conditioned bedroom pa with the blinds closed, and started this game. It's the trippiest game ever, pare. Do you know what it is? Guess. C'mon guess. Trippiest. Game. Pare."
Trippiest? I mean, seriously? Thrice in less than ten seconds!
Finally, Ate Cora handed over my photocopied hand-outs and book. I had never been happier to leave with a bunch of photocopied materials than that afternoon.
Then, I went home and had pansit canton.
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It was around 5:00 pm in the afternoon and I was in the middle of a very long day. I just came from a day's worth of classes, was doing some errands to finish off my day at the school (borrowing books at the library, photocopying readings), and was about to space-out in front of the TV study for the rest of the afternoon and into the night. I had already given Ate Cora the set of readings plus a book that I needed to be photocopied. Then, a guy fell in line behind me together with his friend and a two-page Math reviewer and started speaking in this annoying accent.
God, I really wished he didn't. I was tired, hungry, and sleepy. It is so easy to cross me when I am either or all of the above. He didn't even have to try.
"Grabe pare, you know what I did last night? You know what? I swear pare, I tried studying and...."
I really, really, wished he didn't.
"".... I swear, pare. She was hot. Like, hotter than..."
My ears were already bleeding, my vision was already turning black, and my patience was being terribly tested. I wanted to grab a ream of paper from the nearby cabinet and smack him in the head with it just so he would stop talking. I checked out how far along Ate Cora was with my set, she still had the book to go. Good lord. I don't think the guy that he was with got a word in edgewise.
"...I had pansit canton and a bottle of 7-Up beside me and I played the trippiest game ever. I was in my air conditioned bedroom pa with the blinds closed, and started this game. It's the trippiest game ever, pare. Do you know what it is? Guess. C'mon guess. Trippiest. Game. Pare."
Trippiest? I mean, seriously? Thrice in less than ten seconds!
Finally, Ate Cora handed over my photocopied hand-outs and book. I had never been happier to leave with a bunch of photocopied materials than that afternoon.
Then, I went home and had pansit canton.
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