Post Script:
I warn you not to read this :)) It was supposed to be a coherent post which I was doing in the lib but I had to cut it short when the lib closed, So I thought of finishing it when I got home. When did though, I forgot what my punchline was but I also felt that all these words were to be wasted, it didn't seem right not to post it. So please do not enjoy my half-assed work hahaha :)
Day 3
During my very peaceful and relaxing sleep this morning, my neurons started firing (forgive me if it was the axon that fired or was it the dendrite, oh well I forgot hehehe), I had a very peculiar dream. It was neither wet nor dry, rather I think it's proper to call it moist. It was a dream about me raising a kid :| Like, I brought him to the playground and we ate ice cream and shit (figuratively) It was very peculiar, but the funny thing with dreams, is that, for me, when dreaming, I seem to accept the situation. As far as being naked or being faced with a zombie apocalypse, when dreaming, I feel natural with what I was given. So, when I woke up, the first thing on my mind, was where oh where could my baby be? It took me a few seconds to realize she, her name's sophia =)) (junfel will laugh), was a figment of my imagination. But I felt like I really did love her as a father :|. That was then I thought of a new possible script for a movie or a story. hehehe I think I'll post it here when I'm done. I promise you it will be cute and charming, just like my imaginary daughter who had, weirdly, blonde hair. Anyway, off to training!
I was supposed to run the usual route and do floor exercises but suddenly my phone started ringing, and to my horror, at 7:30 am I had a note saying "8:00 am ADSA Service" Fuck. I forgot I had community service, and what kind of dumbass puts an alarm just 30 mins. before an important meeting? So I hurried to Ateneo, where I prepared for two hours of monotonous paper-shredding, hoping somehow they fixed the mangled paper-shredder that someone broke. To my surprise though, I was sent to ACED at the ISO complex. I wondered what other monotonous surprises awaited me there.
I was met with glee when my supervisor Ma'am Sylvia, who looked awfully familiar, told me that we were going to Rizal Lib to do some sorting. Apparently there was a huge donation of goods(books, school materials, and clothes) from overseas, and we had the job to sort them all out, for me specifically, the books. I was happy to learn that I would doing something more exciting than shredding paper. When I arrived all these books on the floor, ranging from Walt Whitman to even Tolstoy, and we, the ACED, have the privilege of sorting out which books belonged to a primary, secondary, and tertiary level of schooling. I was excited because to sort these out properly one has to read an excerpt from each book, which would mean delight from me. So why was this again part of my Butterfly training? Well...the moment we started sorting, Ma'am Sylvia called me out, saying I looked liked a Strapping and Strong young man, it would be my job to carry, not sort or casually read, the books from way over there to way over here. Oh. What books should I bring, do I need to sort them out first? Said I with underlying intentions. No. Just bring the books here, said another woman, who also looked very familiar, even looking like one of my friends' moms. So I was off carrying books, loads of them, boxes of them, trolleys of them, to here and there. Which proved to be a very sufficient workout, I could feel my keg of a belly and sliced bread biceps aching with heat and fatigue. I could also feel all my fats burning, since I was sweating like a sweaty pig. I started to sweat on the books and on the floor and on everywhere. So much so, that familiar old woman that looked like my friend's mom said "RC, why don't you take out your jacket, you're sweating so much, it would feel much colder." First, duh familiar old woman that looked like my friends mom. Second, I couldn't take off my jacket since I, hurrying to get to Ateneo, just threw over a jacket over my naked *ehem* bodice, so yeah, I really
After carrying books around, I was finally asked to help with sorting out the books. Yeyz! :D. While sorting familiar old woman that looks like my friend's mom kept introducing me to people. "Hey this is RC, he's here because of community service hahaha don't worry I'm sure he's enjoying :D" D: This was when I started to get creeped out. Why was this woman acting so familiar with me? At least the people she introduced me to were nice. They were British, they talked with this accent...i think it's called a british accent. And get this, they were named Emma, Ann, and William, what are the odds?!?!?! Well actually pretty high, aside from the austenian coincidence, they're very common names in england :| well I digress. Anyway, after I finished my service and said my awkward goodbyes with the weird ladies, I realized that I actually do know them. Apparently Ma'am Sylvia was a teacher in High School before and familiar old woman that looked like my friend's mom was actually my previous High School Principal, WHO helped me during my rough first year in High School. This was when I realized how long ago high school was, however the problems I faced at that time were the same problems I'm facing right now. Crap. I don't want to get into emo details about stagnancy but I think the most glaring observation was that I forgot someone who helped me a lot. I mean she not only inspired me to do better but she persuaded my teachers to give me another chance, and that, I forgot. Here's to hoping I won't forget this lesson haha.
Now I'm beginning to think I'm starting to just ramble on. I think I'll stop now hahaha I forgot why I made this post hahaha anyway, I wasn't able to do my daily exercise, but I made up for it by carrying books and sweating. kz. that's it hahaha
At least you didn't get the damn paper shredder... stupid piece of shit can't even shred 10 pages?! 10 pages?!
ReplyDeleteRemind me not to borrow any jacket from you haha!