It was around half past four in the afternoon. Standing inside the second coach of the MRT bound to Taft Avenue, I was trying to keep my balance for the train kept on swaying. I’m definitely not a klutzy person, but the rocking was a little violent that my hands almost slipped from the handrails – it’s a good thing that my traction kept me in place or else people would’ve seen me do somersaults at the most inconvenient time. After I gained stability everything else went on smoothly as if near-devastation scenarios didn’t happen.
In front of me was a young couple from my school (both of them wore IDs). They made a beautiful couple, like they were really meant to join each other’s hand in the first place. For a moment the pink runny mass inside my skull started recalling my sojourn in the wilderness which took me three months to realize that I was hiking on the wrong mountain. It was – how shall I put this – exciting but at the same time fatal, literally, for I threw and broke a deadly object – a tall glass from a coffee shop – when I found about the crop circles in my own territory. Anyway, enough of this crap. Going back to the couple, we three seemed to have something in common. You know, that shaky feeling of a relationship on the verge of going kaput, or at the very least a badly frayed one. I furtively watched them from my peripheral vision, lest they sue me with invasion of privacy. They were talking subtly and most people didn’t get to notice, but I was able to eavesdrop thanks to my excellent hearing.
The two were seriously discussing about some topic involving a certain text message that the girl kept on bringing up.
“Bakit hindi mo kaagad sinabi sa’kin?”
She was wearing a black shirt, khaki jeans, and a pair of Havs. Keeping her hair fixed was a pony tail. “Kelangan pa bang malaman ko ‘yun sa iba, at kay (name of a girl) pa ha!”
“Sasabihin ko naman talaga sa’yo ‘yun eh, naunahan lang ako ni (name of girl).”
Dressed in navy blue shirt, dark jeans, and a pair of Chucks, he seemed to be very problematic. The guy was as thin as me, and he’s a little over 0.01% more handsome than the author of this blog who was wearing a white shirt with blue “90” print, dark jeans, and rubber shoes. Intermittent silence as the three of us trudged along the rails away from the hustle of Edsa below. Occasionally I glimpse upon the humongous tarpaulins strapped on steel frameworks and wonder if those ads really appeal to the viewing public.
“Alam mo ‘yung text mo kanina, parang hindi ka sincere eh. As if you’re taking for granted all the efforts I’ve made to contact you. Grabe ka naman, konting consideration lang sa nararamdaman ko ang hinihingi ko from you.”
I don’t know if the girl was fuming mad, but I can sense it nonetheless.
“…”
The guy replied with remarkable enthusiasm. A few days ago over Shaw Boulevard I overheard two people commenting on the upcoming Disney Pixar animated movie, Ratatouille (pronounced as ra ta tu’ wee). “Gusto kong mapanood ‘yun o,” said the guy at my near left. “Alin?” asked the girl beside him. “Ayun, yung RataTWIL. Parang masaya eh. Ano ba ‘yun, daga?” Somebody give that guy a Nobel Peace Prize.
Shaking her head, she turned to him and asked something like, “Ano, kelan tayo mag-uusap? Bakit ayaw mong magsalita?”
“Next time na lang. Sorry talaga.”
If I were just a good counselor I might’ve jumped in their very peaceful conversation. I was about to break into a spiel when the girl grabbed the book that was being held by the guy probably to awaken his senses and exclaimed, “Mahal mo pa ba ko?”
Dead silence. I was watching a cheap flick that was so captivating I vow to bring a videocam to document future encounters.
“Ewan ko sa’yo. Bahala ka sa buhay mo. Kausapin mo sarili mo!”
At which point I almost burst into a mad laughter. That scene was so very 19 months ago! I could see the guy cringing from those unsightly death rays. Before I could ever do crunches, I covered my mouth and tried to divert my attention by looking at more deadly billboards. When I sneaked back to take another look I caught the girl rolling her eyeballs and uttering statements that gave me another irresistible urge to bray with laughter. “Ewan ko sa’yo!”
I stopped myself short and bit my lips.
The MRT arrived at Taft Avenue in unruffled silence, though I have to admit that I was quietly chuckling. Both of them were still not on speaking terms when they went out of the train, and I wish them good luck. I half-expect them to push each other off the ramp but they went straight to the escalator and queued up. In the event things start to get murky, sweet nothings turn out to be atrocious brawling, and human existence seems ultimately futile, I know of one sure-fire solution that could actually help liberate them. Composed of two syllables, the effects and after-math are very astonishing and life-altering.
“I quit.”
Mike allegedly clacked away to post this
on Thursday, July 19, 2007 at 9:37 PM.
Seems like we have a little "chismoso" over here. Hahahaha. This conversation was definitely interesting. One of my lighter and nice reads from you.
I never had this kind of communication with my exes or whatever nor I've had this kind of feeling. If there's a sense of doubt in me, I end it straight away. I don't know, that's just how I roll.
=) Btw, please update your link.
Observant din ako sa MRT. Haha!
Anyway, maki-chismis daw ba? LOL. I can't blame the guy though, nung natahimik sya when asked THE question. Kahit ako, matatameme sa ganung tanong. LOL.
you are quite the eavesdropper! I personally have NEVER rode a MRT.
Never force a commitment or a relationship for that matter to work. I think its better to end it early than continue holding back each other.
It's inevitable to eavesdrop when they are obviously loud, scandalous and the only people talking around.
juice: i wasn't being chismoso, haha. it's quite inevitable to do such basically because they're right smack in front of me.
yeah, i've updated my blog roll. congratulations. =)
jhed: isa ka pa, hindi nga ako chismoso eh! ikaw ba namang marinig mo nang hindi sinasadya yung ganung klaseng usapan hindi ka maiintriga?
hindi ko lang din alam gagawin ko kung ako tinanong ng ganun.. haha.
jigs: yes!
it's never too late to ride the train.
agent grey: but they weren't loud. they were talking so quietly, i thought they were whispering. the problem is that my hearing ability is very great.
d'you still remember that i was the quietest person during the iBlog3 event?
mike! sa tingin ko nakita na kita sa jeep (up-pantranco) nung isang araw (wednesday) mga 7-8pm na ata nun eh hehe. ewan ko lng kung ikaw yun. haha. may kasama kang sumakay ng jeep na girl. hehe namumukhaan lang kasi kita, pati yung eyeglass mo, haha.
pero kung hinde ikaw yun, nevermind na lang tong comment ku hehehe. =)
japboy: hala, nakita mo ko? hindi mo ko kinausap? mabait naman akong tao.
yeah, mukhang ako yata yun, kasi kasama ko yung girl na yun manood ng Ora Pronobis sa Film Center. uu nga, around 7pm pala yun, hehe. actually i was in a hurry kasi sa manila pa ko susunduin eh.
i was wearing a white polo shirt with stripes diba? tas may backpack ako. tas bumaba kami sa philcoa.
hmmm. ako nga ba yun? or was it just another doppelganger.. haha.
Yeah, have to agree these situations are worth eavesdropping in to. Just for the heck of it, right! And they're right there, within seeing distance, even hearing distance. Why the hell not do it?
I get to encounter these kinds, not much, maybe twice or thrice. And you really can't help but laugh talaga.
yna: i get to encounter these kinds situation almost every time. and this is one instance that i found myself listening very closely to their conversation, and i was actually thinking of butting in. haha.
rataTWIL! amp! hahaha!
madalas ko ding ginagawa yan. sa LRT, sa bus, sa fx. Usually break-ups and family problems naririnig ko.
grabe, minsan, matatawa ka na lang talaga.
jed: diba, nakakatawa? yung iba kasi sabi i'm invading others' personal spaces, eh hindi naman ako nakikiapid sa kanila eh. nakikinig lang ako. it's my source of instant glee.
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