So on my way home, I rode this ancient Sarao jeep. Seated at the last seat, I was thinking about some things about school. And this guy, opposite me was staring at me. I dunno. He's not familiar to me. So, got my mirror out and checked if I got dirt or something on my face. There was none. So I asked this guy"kilala ko po ba kayo?" just added "po" but I guess he's just two or three year older than me. So he answered back, "ah hindi, pero kilala kita." What the hell? I haven't seen him before and I'm sure of it. He is not a neighbor, nor a brother's friend, nor a brother's friend's friend. So he was mainly looking at me all throughout the trip. I often catch him looking at me, I just stare back at him, then put away my tired eyes away from his scene. So this long-statured guy finally gave his hint for the manong driver to stop, then uttered these words:"bye tricia". He knew my name! Damn. Who are you? Then as he got up from his seat, he handed me this not-so-good-laminated something. Guess what? It's my name plate! Oh God, sa lahat ng malalaglag, name plate ko pa! dyahe!
Lord, literary na lang please! Palitan niyo na News! waaaaa....
by the way, I want to quote iko for this: "campus journalists can be fashionable too you know"
Currently on a race with my nose. I hate colds!
04 July, 2007
The tale of the stupid name plate
scribbled by triZzZ at 10:12 PM
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