The CSB Experience 2: Whenever You're Left Alone...Eating

Whenever you're left all alone,
there's a way back to home,
it's time to think the family through.
They have been waiting for you
to open the door
As you come home...

     I just realized that in less than a few weeks from now, it's going to be The J-Blog Files' second anniversary! Nice!

    After more than several weeks eating lunch in CSB Main, looks like I got the hang of it too much. Why? I DON'T KNOW!

    Yesterday, I was, for the first time in weeks, to eat lunch in SDA. I wanted to eat somewhere else but some stuff prevented me to do so. No choice but to consume a very expensive lunch at the SDA Caf.

       As always, I was trying to look for an available table because there was one helluva crowd occupying a lot of the seats in groups. Thank goodness I did found one.

     I prefer eating alone since I don't see the need to eat along with a group. Maybe if you have a barkada that you're identified with, yes but in my case I don't. I make friends but never join in barkadas so I roam around campus, being me. :))

     Meanwhile, so I was in my table eating, thinking a lot of things inside my mind. I then left my table to get a glass of water. at the nearby fountain. After filling it up with water, I drank it and went back to my table. What's weird is that I brought the empty glass with me!

    Supposedly, I was to have it filled with water then bring it to my table before I coud have the chance to drink its contents.

      What really sucks was that after eating, out-of-nowhere, I suddenly brought my plate and threw away whatever its contents was into one of the three trashcans found there for no apparent reason behind it. Then I had this urge to place the plate above one of the trash cans, I don't know!

      That's when I realized I was doing what I always do whenever I eat lunch at Main: I drink a glass of water coming from the fountain and would always leave it there along with the other used glasses, after eating I would throw the left-overs at the nearby trashcans and leave the plate on a place where the maintenance crew would get it and have it washed. That's my regular routine. In SDA< I could have just left it at my table because surely it's goin to be picked up by the service crew anyway.

      Maybe, I missed eating in Main even it was for one day. Maybe, I hate eating inside the SDA Caf that I grew to become oblivious with the culture happening over there.

In the end, I wanna ask myself: "How and why and what are these things for?"