Traitor.

Just when we've found the perfect writer to interview and just when everything seem perfectly well, that thing betrayed us.

We have scheduled an interview with Sir Butch Dalisay at 2:30 pm just a while ago. Our group is composed of 5 people, however only two of us are available during that time.

And guess who's assigned to talk to him? Of course, yours truly, but the catch is that I have trouble speaking to people, but since there are only two of us there (the other's the one holding the video cam), I don't have a choice. You could just imagine how paranoid I am while the two of us were outside his room, but then I told myself that it's now or never.

He arrived and he looks kind. He said that well, "fire away" by that phrase alone, I could already tell that Sir Butch's a kind and warm hearted person, and what's more amazing is that he has achieved a lot through his writing skills.

Okay, so we were at I think the fifth question, and by then I was so into the interview thing that I don't feel nervousness at all, and IT BETRAYED US. THE TRAITOR. THE VIDEO CAMERA.

The thing is, the cam's not ours, so we didn't have the idea that it would run out of tape (apparently I think that's what happened). We appologized profusely to Sir Butch and he looked sympathethic. My groupmate and I were completely at a lost. Then Sir Butch asked us when's the deadline for our report, we answer him that it's this coming Tuesday. He then told us that we can repeat the whole thing and that we can come back on Monday.

Oh my. We're really ashamed of ourselves, Sir Butch's a busy man but he's so understanding (as in super), at that moment I told myself that he has instantly became my idol, and I swear I would read all the stuff that he has written. Sir Butch you're really amazing, and we're really really sorry.

And BTW, his room's so comfortable and accomodating.

As for the traitor, we would no longer use you. haha.