I'd really like to study again. It's been only almost 5 months since I got out of college, but I already miss studying. Honestly, I wasn't really the very hardworking and smart student. Maybe I was, in some degree, and in some of my specializations. However, generally speaking, I was just an average student who enjoyed occasional merits.
Yesterday, a friend and I went to this international graduate school tour that was held in a hotel somewhere in Makati. We were a bit late, because my friend, a girl, wanted to look at her best. Perhaps she thought she could be accepted on the spot. The registration started at 12.30 and we arrived after 13.00 when the first seminar already started. We only got to the part where it was question and answer. I'm a big question-thrower. I always believe that if you don't ask questions, you won't have answers. Also, I'm not a cat to get killed from curiosity. So I did ask a question, more of everyone can relate to: "We all know here that Filipino students' pockets aren't as deep and wide as the students from your localities. I would just like to ask if there are special mechanisms or programs your institutions have to provide support for students struggling to cope up with the higher costs of living in your countries? And also, please enlighten us the laws of your countries regarding students who want to work. Thank you and I hope you'll enjoy your stay here in our country."
I mean, that's the reality. A lot of us want to study abroad because of the better prospects we can foresee on the other end, and the better opportunities that await us when we return as employers in this country are big fans of foreign degrees.
The seminar panel members had a difficult time answering the question that it took 15 minutes for them to answer it. I mean like come on, did they expect someone to ask about their countries' policies? But even if it took time, they still managed to answer in line with few segues.
Soon, the questions just became tougher to answer. As if we were in 'Jeopardy' playing a game of giving the best questions as answers. This is what I hate in seminars, when people who try to appear intellectual ask questions to appear to the audience that they actually have minds in their brains.
Anyway, I did something naughty yesterday. I was having a wonderful time talking with one of the British university admissions advisers when he had to excuse himself as he had noticed that the queue behind me had snaked so long. He just asked me to sign this paper to keep contact with their admissions office and gave me two name cards. One from the school and the other was a personal one, which got me confused. So I told him he might have mistaken giving me two cards, which he immediately responded 'no' and winked. With overt reasons, the other one's for a different purpose. How bellend-like and how kinky. Well, fine he was .
Since it was Guy Fawkes last night, a 'weekend friend' of mine invited me to join this themed party at some British pub. Because I had nothing to do and also no one to come with, and because this 'weekend friend' isn't single and so are most of his crowd, I decided to give the Brit him a call on his hotel room. And he was free. Guy Fawkes at the pub was cool and he actually had some attention and participated a lot, and drank a lot like his countrymen. Later that night, we didn't burn a 'Guy', but his bed felt like it was burning.
I like smexy guys. Smart and sexy. Before I left him, we talked more about each other. He studied in LSE and played lacrosse and water polo for a team. Blah blah blah. But whatever it was, it was just one night. But he was a bona omi, and I'd do him again if he'd like to. I don't know it's just me, but I felt that we had some sort of connection, other than physically/sexually. He added me on Facebook. Nice. I hope I passed the first screening for my master's.
It's funny that I've been quite 'active in bed' since September. Just in time when the weather gets a little nippy. And also just when I started taking my psycho meds again. Who says psycho drugs can lessen your sexual drive? Whatever.
* a weekend friend is a friend you associate with only because he/she turns out to be efficient during weekends when you want to drink, party, for free
** a bona omi is a good looking lad in Polari
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