There was one of those long-playing brownouts last week so Mike and I decided to go to Chowking for their siopao and buchi, but mostly for their electricity and free wi-fi, courtesy of Jollibee across Perdices street. Studying in restaurants has been a favorite practice of college students in Dumaguete for many years now; preferred hang-outs are Chowking, Jollibee, McDonald's, Cafe Noriter and Dunkin Donuts where for the price of a couple of donuts and a cup of coffee one can have bright lights, airconditioning, and the company of like-minded classmates for all-nighter group studies.
Mike was studying neuroanatomy and I was studying, or trying to study, autacoids and eicosanoids. Trying because I'm one who needs absolute quietude when studying and Chowking was definitely not quiet, even up to midnight, because all around us were groups noisily discussing debits and credits (business majors) and from another table I heard Ciprofloxacin (nursing students, said their tshirts).
The two pairs right next to us were blatantly flirting (in loud voices, how romantic can that be?) with each other and it was at this group that I beamed my razor-sharp dagger-looks. I wanted my eyes to say, "Can you please be quiet? Can't you see people are trying to study here?" But of course, they did not give me the time of day, or night, as it was, they just totally ignored me. After about 40 seconds I gave up and laughed at myself. Hey, this isn't the Main Library, this is Chowking, hello! Lighten up.
Right. So I played Plants Vs. Zombies instead.