unrequited emotion

Work ended in an unexpected yet interesting manner. While cramming in the preparation of the documents that TESDA called in earlier in the day, a female student breezed through the door. In her wake was a male student. That it was an odd occurrence did not occur to me until the girl started with her litany (read: rejection speech). It was straightforward and would have rendered the fainthearted speechless. Despite admonitions of channeling his ardor to something useful like his studies, the boy remained unruffled, his eyes trained on the girl, barely blinking. That she sounded so much like me, at one time, brought smile to my lips.

I may have crossed some invisible line though. It was so awkward, I felt I had to say something. I'm afraid that it was to the detriment of boy's suit. I said something about showing his feelings by respecting the girl's wish and leave her alone. In a nice way, of course. He nodded his assent and left the room in peace.

It was difficult not to laugh. Most of the time, I took solace behind the monitor so I could shake my head and compose my face into some semblance of seriousness.

Note: The picture (which I downloaded from the net not long after the team visited Bacolod) is not related to the story. I just experimented on the possibilities of using One Note. Well, it is very interesting. I might end up going paperless with my journal, without publishing it for all to see.