Missed Calls

- category: personal -

Just a little experience for coming home later than your beloved, when he expects you to be home when he comes home from work. This work is done during my winter break (December 2006) when I visited my boyfriend in San Francisco, but was just too lazy to put it up online.
Hurry! While I have some time before class, put it now!! Here it is, Missed Calls.

*manga: Japanese comic books

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Hn. She thought her cell phone vibrated.
She picked it up from inside her bag.
7 missed calls. From the same person. In 10 minute span.

She called the person back. It's answered.
"Why you called so late?"
"Why did you not pick up your phone?"

Oh dear, good ol' questions. Why did not she?
Was the manga* she read engulfed her mind so?
Or did her mind subconsciously choose to ignore the phone calls?

Hn. Actually, she thought it's the later.
You see, she was tired being the one waiting.
Greeting him when he came home after work was past.

So she chose to go out to this bookstore,
deliberately some time relatively close to 5 pm.
Catching up with fascinating tales and adventures,
which she has grown fond of over the years.
She thought, 'I'd be done a little after he arrive home.'

Selfish? Well, probably.
She called it boredom. And envy.
Boredom from waiting for him at home from time to time.
And envy at him for being the one waited for everyday.

She knew she was supposed to get the dinner ready
when her beloved come home.
But that's an old-fashioned idea she never agreed entirely.
After all, she's just a human,
who wants to be the one waited for sometimes.

She came home.
She rang the bell.
And the door opened,
revealing her charming beloved.

She smiled.

- fin -

And the new year begins!

- category: observation -

When I watched the fireworks display on December 31, 2006 at midnight, I barely felt emotional. 7 minutes to January 1, 2007, I still felt nothing. Yes, I was there with my boyfriend, there were a small crowd surrounding us watching the San Francisco Pier 1's fireworks from the Embarcadero bridge, and I did feel happy being there with him.

But little did I know that the day after (which is today), I will get a jolt back to reality. A new semester begins here at Pepperdine Graziadio Business & Management school, and I had to go back to LA to attend my classes for the next 14 weeks. There is also an internship that I need to get this summer. The texbooks are mighty expensive that I get them online, and there is also the case of forgetting my check book that I needed to go back to my apartment and back to school to pay for my tuition (which took me 1 hour and 15 minutes).

Things were rough, I forgot things, I miscaculated my time, and I had a bit of problem with my schedules (which I expect to be solved this weekend). I guess being away from my place in LA for three weeks threw me off balance.

However, of course there were good news. Reunion with class mates and friends are always pleasant, I get accepted to go to ESSEC, France for studying abroad in fall, and I decide to get serious in my interest of fashion.

I cannot go into more details than that, but the important thing is I am starting something this year, right off the bat (at least in my standard). I am still getting a late reaction about going to Paris....I still cannot believe it entirely, it's been one of my dreams. Not to mention the amount of support and information I can get from my French friend who is ready to teach me the language and a professor who graduated from ESSEC, I am ready to be prepared to go.

Other than that, I am still not believing it entirely.

So, that's all for today. I have to prepare for tomorrow's classes.

-fin-