I went to my former school today. I would've went there straight from work but I realized that it's only 6:30 in the morning so I had no other choice but to go home first. Anyway, I went there to meet someone and discuss things, things that I won't reveal just yet. But I will when the right time comes (naks!).
I got there at around 8:30 a.m., at the back of my mind I knew that I was too early but I went ahead anyway, I was secretly hoping that I don't get to see them.
I was right! there was no one there so I left a note and slipped my ______ in the window or was it the door? I'm not sure now.
I wanted to go home immediately and sleep but somehow I stayed awhile and looked around. At first glance the school looked the same but it's not, a lot have changed since I graduated a little more that ten years ago! Gosh, I feel soooo old! I wasn't sure what to do or where to go but my feet seemed to know where to go, at the Institute of Architecture and Fine Arts, of course! So went there I did, or at least where I thought I remembered it was... I walked towards the IARFA building like I had a purpose going there, I walked like it's nobody's business! Then a wall greeted me, a flat beige wall. I looked around but there was no one. What happened to my building I thought to myself. It was here ten years ago. Haha!!!
I finally asked around and they told me that IARFA is now located at what used to be the university hospital. So went there I did. The building was nice and new but the view from the top was awesome. The classrooms are clean, tidy and quiet, not at all what you'd expect from young people studying fine arts. The classrooms are airconditioned, ten years ago we were sweating to death doing oil paintings and what not. Oooops! I need to correct myself, I wasn't sweating back then, I was perspiring to death. You know what I always say "women don't sweat, we perspire."
I ended up asking for people I used to know, it would have been nice had I remembered their names, I described them but no one seemed to catch my drift. They must thought I was a crazy person. Then I remembered Mr. Kho, my favourite professor, he's still teaching I was told but he wasn't there this morning. What a bummer! It would have been fun talking to him, sayang!
So, if were to assess my "mission" this morning, I'd say it was a failure. Nothing happened. Sana I stayed home na lang and watched AC360. Natuwa pa ako!
