This afternoon I did something I've always hated to do- eat alone in an over crowded fast food resto.
sigh.
Not that I've never eaten alone in my whole life. In fact, I always do at home. Me plus the boob tube, that is. I did once, outside. Back in my senior year during high school but that was like a looong time ago. And back then, I didn't mind. But today I was really in a very bad mood that I felt like slapping someone across the face would be the most logical thing to do just so I could feel better than what I have been feeling for the past hours.
I wasn't feeling well because I skipped lunch just to go to some crowded internet shop and make revisions on our thesis. After reprinting the whole of chapters 1-3 all over again just so the page numbers would be on the bottom right rather than the center, we went back to our building and waited for an hour for our professor who was in a meeting. He arrived at around 3 pm then gave some lecture about cellular planning. I was only half listening though. All I was really thinking about back then was food.
The time he ended his lecture and said that we're free to go was also the time I was supposed to say Thank God it's Friday. That was before someone ruined everything. I know I should have accompanied him back to my place to fetch his things but for Christ's sake! I do have my own plans. My head's aching, The last meal I had was breakfast! If you still have an ounce of good thinking in you, you should have at least, had the slightest idea that the first thing I wanted to do was eat!
I was trying really hard not to get mad but damn it! I didn't know he was going somewhere! He stayed at my place last night and he didn't say anything. I was like, please don't look at me like I was being unfair because the last time I checked, I certainly do not know how to read minds! If you have plans, just say something. If there's anything I can do for you, I would gladly do it. Just please, let me know. You can't just be mad at me for not coming with you. That's bullshit. I had plans. So if you have your own just SAY SOMETHING. Of course I care about where you're at after school so don't just leave me hanging like that.
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I went to Greenwich, ordered pasta then walked to the nearest table. As I passed this weird guy who was eating alone in a table for six, he looked at me and asked me to sit with him. Ha! I just rolled my eyes and smirked. So much for trying to be nice to people. If I wanted to sit with you, I should have said it first. He kept on looking at me while I ate and even moved my glass of coke away from the edge of the table. Baka daw kasi matapon.
That's why I hated being alone. I'm always a target for some attention-seeking older men.
After that yummy pasta, I decided to hit the grocery store and buy something for Pito, magazines, some more comfort food and orange-mango juice I was forced to buy just because the sales boy who approached me was cute. ;)
I realized it's not so bad that I'm having some quiet time solo. But then again, I was rehearsing these lines in my head back then so you can't really consider being alone on a Friday night and not talking to anybody as 'quiet' time.
sigh.
Not that I've never eaten alone in my whole life. In fact, I always do at home. Me plus the boob tube, that is. I did once, outside. Back in my senior year during high school but that was like a looong time ago. And back then, I didn't mind. But today I was really in a very bad mood that I felt like slapping someone across the face would be the most logical thing to do just so I could feel better than what I have been feeling for the past hours.
I wasn't feeling well because I skipped lunch just to go to some crowded internet shop and make revisions on our thesis. After reprinting the whole of chapters 1-3 all over again just so the page numbers would be on the bottom right rather than the center, we went back to our building and waited for an hour for our professor who was in a meeting. He arrived at around 3 pm then gave some lecture about cellular planning. I was only half listening though. All I was really thinking about back then was food.
The time he ended his lecture and said that we're free to go was also the time I was supposed to say Thank God it's Friday. That was before someone ruined everything. I know I should have accompanied him back to my place to fetch his things but for Christ's sake! I do have my own plans. My head's aching, The last meal I had was breakfast! If you still have an ounce of good thinking in you, you should have at least, had the slightest idea that the first thing I wanted to do was eat!
I was trying really hard not to get mad but damn it! I didn't know he was going somewhere! He stayed at my place last night and he didn't say anything. I was like, please don't look at me like I was being unfair because the last time I checked, I certainly do not know how to read minds! If you have plans, just say something. If there's anything I can do for you, I would gladly do it. Just please, let me know. You can't just be mad at me for not coming with you. That's bullshit. I had plans. So if you have your own just SAY SOMETHING. Of course I care about where you're at after school so don't just leave me hanging like that.
****
I went to Greenwich, ordered pasta then walked to the nearest table. As I passed this weird guy who was eating alone in a table for six, he looked at me and asked me to sit with him. Ha! I just rolled my eyes and smirked. So much for trying to be nice to people. If I wanted to sit with you, I should have said it first. He kept on looking at me while I ate and even moved my glass of coke away from the edge of the table. Baka daw kasi matapon.
That's why I hated being alone. I'm always a target for some attention-seeking older men.
After that yummy pasta, I decided to hit the grocery store and buy something for Pito, magazines, some more comfort food and orange-mango juice I was forced to buy just because the sales boy who approached me was cute. ;)
I realized it's not so bad that I'm having some quiet time solo. But then again, I was rehearsing these lines in my head back then so you can't really consider being alone on a Friday night and not talking to anybody as 'quiet' time.
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