On my way to Ateneo to get my TOR I texted Glenn, a friend who lives near the area. I was hoping we could meet and catch up on new and stale news, sharing-sharing on what we have been doing for the past months, even for an hour. It was not meant to be, and here’s why:
Taks: Bayouth! Asa waks? I’m on my way to Jutinae to get my TOR!
(NR for the next 20 minutes)
Glenn: Uy! I’m at haus. Punta ako dyan. Asan ka na?
Taks: Bellarmine us! Go!
Glenn: Give me 30 minutes!
(after 25 minutes and after I was done with the request for TOR)
Taks: Halu! Asa na waks?
Glenn: On the way na!
Taks: We’ll meet you at Pizzahut. We’re on our way there na.
(NR from Glenn, Pizza Hut still closed)
Taks: Ay make that McDo! Closed ang Pizza Hut!
(NR from Glenn)
After 48 years I called his number.
(after another 48 years of Glenn’s phone ringing)
Taks: Hello? Glenn?
Stranger: Hello? Si Glenn ba hinahanap niyo? Di po ako si Glenn (di ba obvious, tinanong mo na nga kung si Glenn hinahanap ko eh?!) . Naka-divert po calls niya. Try niyo pong i-text. (Salamat ha!)
Taks: Ok, thanks.
Just as I was about to text Glenn, I received his message:
Glenn: I’m in Ateneo na.
Taks: Ano buzz MocDo me. Nag-text oks!
Glenn: Inay we’re not meant to see each other.
Taks: Haha! Gora na! Asnu man inong monkey buziness ahij?
Glenn: Buysung ng book.
Taks: Kebs na, may nadmamadali dito.Next time na ngal yad, super rushdie salman ang isa dito.
Glenn: OK! BYE!
And that, ladies and gentlemen, that’s why.