Oh, you make me live
Whatever this world can give to me
It's you, you're all I see
You make me live now honey
You make me live
#You're My Best Friend, Queen
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"The importance of transportation engineering within the civil and industrial engineering profession can be judged by the number of divisions in ASCE, aka American Society of Civil Engineers, that are directly related to transportation," Paulo told himself while his eyes were closed.
He has been awake since three in the morning but his study workload kept on haunting his dreams. It was already six in the evening and he only had breakfast, lunch, and a very early dinner in between.
"There are six divisions. Aerospace, Air Transportation, Highway, Pipeline, Waterway..." he said and his voice drifted away, not because he fell asleep but because he has forgotten what was next. "Aerospace, Air Transportation, Highway, Pipeline... Waterway... What the hell is next?!"
Paulo sat on the bed irritated when he couldn't figure out what were the other two. As soon as he was seated, his phone beeped. Paulo snatched his phone, entered his password, and checked who texted.
From: Kris Porter
Si Golden Boy? Kanina ko pa tinatawagan di sumasagot. Kasama nyo?
"Oh shit! Finally! Thank you Porter! Six divisions," he said na napapahilamos ang kamay sa mukha. "Aerospace, Air Transportation, Highway, Pipeline, Waterway, Coastal and Ocean, and Port. Kris Ports! Ikaw lang pala ang sagot!"
To: Kris Porter
Wala pa akong taong nakikita mula kaninang alas tres pare.
Kris Porter. Ateneo Blue Eagle.
They both play for the UAAP and though they play for different schools, Porter's school-dorm boring lifestyle paved way for him to tag himself along their group, joining them all of a sudden during out of town trips, free dinner, small basketball leagues, and movie nights. Moreover, Paulo was once an Eaglet before he became a Tiger.
He threw the phone on one side. He has violated his own rule of not connecting to the world when he is busy with academics. He was about to lie down again when the door went open and three happy people's laughter downstairs reached his ears.
"O... Kelan pa nagpapintura ng bahay si Tita?" Fonso laughed as soon as he saw Paulo's room. His walls were all covered with manila papers, with lots of scribbles, even on the ceiling. He was holding a cup of whatever food before he settled on Paulo's swivel chair. "Sinong designer ng kwarto mo? Ipapa-ban kong makapasok sa guards sa labas, baka makapasok sa bahay namin."
"Walang paa, walang katawan, walang kamay, pero kaya sipsipin utak mo," he answered as if he was giving a puzzle. "Exams. Wala ba sa Ateneo nun? Lilipat na ako ulit sa inyo."
Fonso answered with a snicker. "Meron. Pero mababaliw na ako sa bahay kaya nagyaya si Von na kumain."
"Nagyaya si Von o nagyaya ka na kumain at si Von ang bibili?" Paulo more of revealed his kababata's personality. "Nagtext yung girlfriend mo."
Fonso stopped talking and stared at Paulo, asking who he was referring to. He doesn't have a girlfriend and never had one.
"Si Porter. Hinahanap ka. Di ka daw sumasagot sa tawag. Tinakasan mo date nyo?"
"Sus. Nagpapasama lang yun maghanap ng leche flan kanina kaso hindi ako pwede. Baka tinatanong lang kung nagpakita na si Day," he answered.
"Si Day? Anong kinalaman ni Day sa leche flan?"
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