HAHAHAHAHA WHAT? THERE'S A PART III? WHAAAAT? LMAO

I didn't expect to have people who'd actually want to know my sappy love story but but buut thank you, guys! How can you be so awesooomeeeee?!

Thank you for reading my silly blog post and wishing me good luck! I love you! TT_____TT 

So, anyways, hello! I've been wanting to give you an update about this whole thing, but I found little--and close to no--chance to write about it.

As how things ended up so surprisingly, you might all know that I just passed the LSQT and was scheduled for an interview (still mindblown about this lol). Apparently, I'm already done with the interview. and, guys, you must know, this isn't just about that interview. It's also about whether I saw him again or not, and guess what?

I DID!

(♫ shalalalalala~ ♫)  

Here's what happened: 

For the interview, we were instructed to go 9AM sharp. And me, being the very enthusiastic laywer wannabe, came 30 minutes before 9AM and basically forgot that I was still living in the Philippines where 9AM meetings were bound to start hours after. Sighs. Oh, well. At least I didn't give a bad impression, right? 

Going back, I went to the designated waiting room and found around 2-4 girls wearing formal attires. NOTE: We were all required to wear business attire, and with this attire was the antagonizing company of my 2-inch heels. ADDITIONAL NOTE: The designated room was situated in the fourth floor of the building. FOUR DAMN FLOORS, GUYS.But I endured it. 

FOR THE SAKE OF VANITY. ( ಥـْـِـِـِـْಥ) 

So, moving on, I waited patiently while trying to recollect myself from the tiring quest of conquering that God forsaken flight of stairs. And as I waited more and more strange faces enter the room, until eventually I saw his familiar face. He looked just as striking as the last time I saw him. OMG  

On the outside my face was calm and kinda bored but inside I was like...

(ʘ_ʘ) omg. 

(ʘ_ʘ) omg omg 

(ʘ_ʘ) oh my gosh

(ʘ_ʘ)  OH MAAAAY GOSSSHHHHH 

You know how in cartoons they make this comical heart jumping out of the chest of the character? IT BASICALLY FELT THAT WAY! No kidding, guys. I could really feel like my heart's gonna burst, and when he looked at me? WHEN HE LOOKED AT ME AND SMILED AND WAVED? My heart just stopped beating for a fraction of a second. . Holy . OTL 

He sat behind me, and we had a small talk. This was actually embarassing because I was freaking stammering with my words. huhuhu oh my God. Can you actually believe that I asked him when he took the LSQT when in fact we took it togather? OH MY GOD. I felt the entire universe face palming at my stupidity. So because of that shameful thing and other nonsense I blabbered, I decided to turn around and zip my mouth. In an instant I was shy to look back and I hated it. I lost the courage to talk to him, and instead opted to remain quiet while wishing the view of my back wasn't a horrendous sight, and that my hair didn't look dry from behind. ARRRGGH. 

The silence and awkwardness between us dragged on, until finally someone from came inside the room and oriented us regarding a few things about the school and interview process. He said he was a law student in his 4th year and wanted to help us by answering our inquiries (all except for the questions of the interview and who would be interviewing us). Honestly, he wasn't a help at all. Instead of easing my anxiey, he only fueled it until I was nearly panicking. MY GOODNESS. He dropped so many hints about the interview; how we should ONLY speak in English; how we should never look at other things except for the panel; how we should avoid fidgeting while inside the interviewing room; how from his past experience, most of the interviews lasted 2 hours or more; how one of his batchmates ended up crying and shaking after the interview and how there were so many questions asked and most are unexpected. LIKE WHAT THE HELL??? AM I APPLYING FOR A LAW SCHOOL HERE, OR AM I APPLYING FOR PRESIDENCY? I wasn't prepared for that at all. Damn. 

I thank the heavens that I wasn't the first to be called. We waited there while minding our own businesses (and by this I mean, I was still not making an effort to look behind. huhu) Eventually, it was my turn. I had to take along shaky breath before entering the room and recollected all the tips given earlier.

To make the long story short, the interview was both brain draining and fun. I was actually proud for expressing myself clearly when speaking and soon enough, they were done with me. The Dean was part of that panel. After the interview, he led me to his office and said quite a lot about the things they are looking for an ideal law student. I had this part of myself expecting him to apologize, and say that I wasn't accepted, you know? But I didn't expect when he said that he's highly conviced I'm that student. That I think outside the box, and he liked it. And added, "...as what my colleagues said; 'we would love to train you.'" Then he said he would like to be the first one to welcome me back in the institution.

My eyes were moist by the time he said that, guys. It was just so overwhelming. I kept on thanking him and I was so friendly all of a sudden to everyone around me. LOL 

It was such a good good day and I felt so happy that I forgot about my silly little crush. I wasn't allowed to go back to the waiting room, so I didn't see him again. 

When I went home I rested and later on surfed the net. I decided to be a stalker for that night and went searching him in FB. (I got his full name, guys. Made sure it's tattooed on my mind. HAHA) 

BUT THEN HERE'S WHERE THE TRAGEDY HAPPENS. 

When they say stalking is bad, I almost instantly assume it badly affects the person being stalked not the stalker. I was wrong this time. The second his full name appeared in the search box, I was immediately greeted by his profile picture. And you know what that picture was? 

A couple selfie/selca. He was with a girl in it. AND THEY LOOKED HAPPY. Ouch.  TT________TT 

I tried telling myself maybe she was his sister or someonse else, but being the stalker here, I found in some pictures that he actually said she was his girlfriend. Freaking ouch! OTL  I was actually half expecting him to be taken, but knowing that he truly had a gf was very very very saddening.

What a day it was.

Hello, Law School. Hello, heartbreak. 

As days passed on, I just told myself to focus on some other things like KPOP and work, and I was really doing good. 

Last monday we first had an English Enhancement class, and it was still an essential requirement in admissions. I saw him there. This time, he actually sat next to me and we conversed more. This time, I felt comfortable talking to him. (Maybe it was bacause I kinda-ish moved on? But he still had an affects me in some ways) I actually cracked a joke at him and he laughed.  I met a lot of familiar faces in the class, faces of which had the interview earlier than us, so I busied myself talking to them and him simultaneously. Soon enough, I was regading him with 'kuya'. (This is like the endearment Filipinos use when talking to an older brother or a man older than you by a few years) 

Despite my tragic romance, I am still happy that I'd get to see him everyday and be close to him.  (CHAR! HAHA) I know it feel all like high school nonsense, but he'll definitely be one of the main reasons why I'd want to go to class and to look forwad for it. 

AAAHHHHHH, I hoped I'd be able to survive and graduate without losing my sanity. 

This is the end of it, guys. Haha. 

It so weird sharing my personal circumstances to you, and weirder that you'd actually find this entertaining. LOL.

Nevertheless, thank you for wasting your time on this! LOL.

I LOVE YOU, YOU BEAUTIFUL BAE <3 

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