Memories

Memories are all that’s left with me now. Good memories that make me smile when I think about them.

I passed by the CAL building this afternoon. As I was climbing the stairs, I remembered how I used to see him in the morning before my CL30 class. I am usually late for my class and see him leaving the building by the time I get there. Or… We usually pass by each other on the 1st or 2nd floor stairs (thus making my day ).

I’m pretty sure he doesn’t remember that. But I can recall how much I always try to find the perfect ‘timing’ to see him before I go to class. Haha. Funny. Naalala ko lang bigla.

Dagger Looks and Hatred

The feeling was mutual the first time we saw each other. I don’t like her, she dislikes me— perfect. I sat next to her during the second day of the class, oblivious of the impending hatred I would feel towards her.

I really can’t point out what I don’t like about her. Maybe it’s her i-know-everything aura and smugness that really bothers me. I could feel her eyes follow me and every move I make the moment I enter the room. She would stare at me until I get to my seat which unfortunately, is next to hers.

I tried to be nice to her the first time I noticed how she treats me as indifferent. But no matter how I try to smile every time she steals a glance at me, she looks away. I gave up when I realized she has no plans of being nice to me.

This ‘hatred’ would carry on until summer classes ends. Our seats are permanent. I have to endure 3 more weeks of her dagger looks and indifference.

46 XYX

I know it’s rude to stare, but I can’t help but gawk at my trannie* classmate in one of my subjects this summer. She, I mean he, no. She, (let me treat her as a ‘she’ so there won’t be any confusion to the readers) is sexier than me (yes I know I’m fat), slimmer legs, longer hair, dresses better than me, and even smoother complexion than me. The magic of cosmetic surgery and modern drugs really do wonders to a lot of people nowadays.

As I gape at her while she’s jotting down notes, I can’t help but feel insecure and jealous with her artificial beauty. (NOTE TO SELF: save enough money to have an appointment with Dr. Belo in a few years hahaha).

46 XX (female chromosomes)

46 XY (male chromosomes)

46 XYX (3^rd sex’ chromosomes)

            Makes sense?

            Hahaha. Anyway, I’ll be seeing more of her this summer. As long as I don’t lose these unwanted fats in my body, I won’t stop eyeing her with envy.

*trannie - transexual