Follow-up

Bad Karma.

About a week ago, I wrote something about the almighty Lord punishing me by making me a certified gay magnet. I then went on babbling by giving irrefutable and irrevocable proof. This week, methinks that the One above is still not done with proving His point as He made this classmate of mine give me decaffeinated coffee sachets. No reason, just because. And it’s that absence of rational motivation that scares me the most (meep!).

If only the Philippine law would be so lenient to hate crimes, the world would then be able to give room for one more new classmate for me to acquaint with.

What’s Worse?

Oi, speaking of unfortunate events, in that same class that I attend, I’m classmates with, yep, you’ve guessed it, a recruitment specialist from a distinguished telecom company who failed me once when I tried applying. I am certain that it’s her (well, besides the same name. doi.) because she can’t see me in the eye when I look at her.

Blech.

Punishment comes in so many ways

Indeed, it does. I realized that tonight when I chummied up with a new classmate.

In what I would like to assume as Filipino kindness and hospitality (and oh, please let it be so), HE (the new acquaintance) invited me over to his place for company, and that he’ll cook native Zamboangan dishes for me while we were riding the train home. He’s a kind chap, but I politely declined.

Thank you, God, for making me a gay magnet. Lol. Crap.