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Like I was afloat

In College, Narratives, Rants, Sabaw, Stream of Consciousness, Thoughts on 1 September 2010 with 1 comment

I descended the treads of the main staircase of the Beato Angelico building. Taking each step slowly, I would have probably given you the impression that I was drunk. In fact, I was barely sober from my Design class. I just submitted my second major plate and I was dragging my t-square down the stairs, [...]

Flirting

In Fiction, Narratives, Random, Sabaw on 9 July 2010 with 1 comment

And so the Douche Council summoned myself and instantly appeared before my presence. I was baffled by that urgent meet and by the smugs and inexplicable expressions on their faces, as though I was being accused of something heinous whilst they constantly laugh and keep those expressions.
“As to what purpose brought you here upon [...]