dec 6 '04
i met a school mate last friday while i was on my way home. i knew we shared one class together. one semester for one subject. when i saw her approaching, i was readying myself to smile, just to let her know that i recognize her. the funny thing was, when she saw me, she sort of put her hands to her mouth and said," uuy, kumusta ka na?!" i was quite surprised by her very bright greeting but i replied," ah, im okay". i was being questioned by a person i rarely spoke with when i was in college, not because i chose to but because we only had one class together.come to think of it, did i even speak to her in that class coz we we're numbering 50? i dont know for sure. she was firing questions that i answered promptly. saan ka na nagtratrabaho, ilang years ka na dun, may asawa ka na ba. it was a weird situation to be in. i asked her the same questions. she wasn't working anymore, got a job once but quit, and that she was getting married this december. she asked me to come to her wedding and told me the details- what day, what church, where the reception is taking place. i was thinking it was probably out of courtesy that she was mentioning all these things, but no i was wrong. when she asked me my landline number, i knew she wasnt a bit of joking. okay, fine, a wedding invitation from someone i dont even know. not even her name. hello? how weirder could it be? she was teasing me as if we were long lost friends. she was telling me that i could get lucky catching the bouquet of flowers she'll be throwing. yeah right. the thing was, i wasn't the only one who felt that the whole thing was strange. or that "she" was strange. her cousin was staring at "her" as if she's from the outer space. at last i felt the conversation was gonna end. she said, on top of it all, " anong ngang pangalan mo ulit?". "huh? ako? ah, angie. cge, alis na ko, cge.". i didnt bother asking her name. i just walked away puzzled. i couldnt take it if if it gets any bizarre than it already was.
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