Priorities... Haystttt....
Anecdotal Record
March 1, 2018
While crossing the
main road:
Him: “You are
nicer than I expected.”
Me: “What does
that mean?”
Him: “You speak
perfect English, you are cute. You are just nice.”
I don’t really
know how to react on this one while I walk my way to work as we
parted ways in front of that bookstore. Should I be offended?
Flattered? Or annoyed? I had always gotten that impression that “…you
speak English so well.” And a lot of times I would say, “Oh,
I always get that.” then, just shrug it off.
************
That day would
probably be the last one for the meantime and I mean it. Unless
otherwise, that same person comes back and asks me again for a date,
which has a very, very, very low chance of happening, 0.2%. (I
just invented this value.)
I want to write an
academic paper or many academic papers that is/are worth-publishing,
so I have to devote most of my days and time and my energy to it. I
have been able to strike a good balance in life until that day I
decided to go on that date and it just made me realize a few things
about my priorities and my choices. To be honest, he is the most
handsome guy I have ever met on top of being so smart, and he wont be
able to read this and he hasn’t sent me any message and won’t
probably be sending me any more in the future, that’s why I am
writing this here.
With the good laptop
already on hand (no more excuses on slow and hanging softwares,
unlicensed installations and incompatible plugins), tools
installed and chill out study place identified, good and practical
timetable (as goals established for the first half of the year
already), my only enemy is myself from this point on.
My first paper for
this semester is due on Sunday and instead of proofreading it, I am
writing this.
Poof! Gotta go to
bed now coz tomorrow work starts at 10am and I need to get that
30-minute work out done and that 100yen coffee at McDo to jumpstart
my long Saturday and the would-be even longer Sunday.
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