ALL i need is ten minutes.

I am currently wearing something that i'm not used to wearing. Jeans and shirt. I swear, I look like Nora Aunor with the role of an activist.[If you're a Nora Aunor fan, pardon me]. I cannot pull this off. I am not a jeans person. Seriously. To prove my dugyot look, in my daily trips to Powerplant, this is the only day that I was stopped for my bag to be checked. Not to mention that I had this, "Dont mess with me, I am a bitch look" on my face. I didnt know that it was a prelude to something scary.

I saw HER. Jessica Zafra. For s split second, i contemplated on following (a.k.a. STALKING) her. The only reason why I stopped myself is because if she finds out, the security will have a reason to detain me. (I can just imagine their, "Stop that NORA AUNOR/ JUDY ANN SANTOS HYBRID! She's a STALKER!" scream.) I am not only a fashion victim but a low-life stalker of Ms. Zafra, who made it clear that she isnt "stalking material". I just stared. I really stared, it was the only thing i could award myself with. STARING at my heroine. The irony of the whole situation was just so great that it was almost satirical.

Then I bumped into Janice (my TEATRO friend) with Emma ( a BA grad). What are the chances that Janice only bumped into Emma? And that Emma took her "entrance exam" in Ateneo Law? And that we all are gonna chat OUTSIDE powerplant. Where there's no aircon and where i could sweat like a "sunbathing pig"? Argh. But it was nice to bump into her. I miss that bitch.

All i needed was ten minutes. Voila! Something to blog about. Woohoo.