Quite a number of people asked me to tell them a story when they learned that I wrote stories. So let me tell you a simple, fictional one then...
Cloudy-eyed was Em when he trudged his way out of his aphotic classroom. Gazing at the overcast sky, it sprinkled him with a few raindrops that partly lifted the fog out from his eyes.
Just an ordinary day.
His stomach asked for food, so he grabbed a chicken ham sandwich garnished with lettuce, eggs and tomato from a nearby stall. For his beverage, he got a cup of iced tea.
As he headed to the parking lot, he received a text that his ride wasn't there yet. Not knowing where to go since his mind was still hazy from all the philosophical lessons he absorbed that day, he just let his feet take him to where they want to go.
His feet led him inside the cafeteria. They made their way through the shroud of students towards the side stairs and up to the second floor of the cafeteria. His feet didn't stop there though as they just went by the stalls and out the upper cafeteria door.
As he passed through the gloomy corridor, a bright smile greeted him breaking the daze he was in. It was En, his friend. She asked if he could go with her to buy some food to which Em positively responded. They left their bags on a table in the upper cafeteria and headed down to the "usual" stall En buys her food. Em didn't notice what she bought, but he was sure that it had the cup of mint tea she loved so much.
When they returned upstairs, En asked if they could "small talk". Surprised, Em couldn't think of anything to say so En started by asking what high school he came from.
"Ateneo High School," he replied.
"Really? You don't look like someone coming from the Ateneo. What's your section?"
"J"
"Really now? J?"
"Yes, J."
"You're kidding me. J?"
"Yes."
"You don't look some from J."
"I am from J."
This went on around three more times.
"You ever went on a soiree?" En continued.
"Once." Em replied.
"Was that in Maricris' house?"
"Yes."
"Really? Did you know that I was there too?"
"Really?"
Both were in disbelief.
Flashbacks from the soiree and the crazy antics (like throwing people into the pool and the broken vase), their "old" high school selves and social statuses burned brightly in their conversation.
It's a small world after all.
Their conversation drew to a close when Em's ride arrived. They promised each other to continue their tete-a-tete sometime. As they went down the stairs, En insisted that Em should go this Friday to a prayer session. Em said that he'll try to go. Before they went their separate ways, they exchanged cellphone numbers and said their goodbyes.
Both of them left with a beaming smile and at the same time, in disbelief. They still can't imagine the fact that they were in the same soiree at the same place & time together without knowing each other.
And the sun started to peek from behind the clouds.
It's unedited, so I apologize if there are instances of wrong grammar, vague segments or illogical sentences.
In the semi-finals of the World Pool Masters, Earl Strickland lost out to Tony Drago in a close 7-8 match. INJUSTICE! Is the end of my winning streak in billiards looming just around the corner? At least Drago went on to win the cup beating out Hsia.
Biggest shocker of the World Pool Masters: Hsia vs Hohmann, 8-0.
10 DAYS. :)
Music: | Cheeky Girls - Take your Shoes Off (cheeky, I know) |
Mood: | Disbelief |
