It’s been really a while since I wrote a post on my blog. We usually call these times as tough and busy yet I’m happily enjoying almost every hour of my work-life balanced days.

To bring my blog a life again, here’s an “atin-atin na lamang na” experience to tell. It happened last week, when the fare is P1.50 lower than today’s, as I was on my way to UP for my masters studies.

The jeepney stopped at Philcoa to load passengers. I noticed a familiar face approaching the Pantranco jeep. She’s one of my Physics blockmates, the kalog-est perhaps in the batch. Trivia: I started at UP as a non-quota BS Physics student and after a year I decided to shift to Computer Science as my calling. I was eager to greet her and waited her to be seated. She was with a not familiar guy. After we had an eye contact, (she was sitting just across me), I smiled to her. She smiled back.

‘San ka?’, I asked.
‘Uwi na’. She replied.
‘Kumusta Physics, nag-te-take ka din ba ng Masters this semester?’
‘Ah hindi. Ikaw, san ka ngayon? Uwi ka rin?’ And her eyes pointed to my bag (no, it’s luggage). I was carrying a big ‘pang-uwing probinsya’ bag because I decided to go to Bulacan that night.
‘Ah hindi. Pasok ako sa masters ko.’

Then, we were asking and answering each others kumustahan questions but we could hardly hear the replies because of the noise which the jeep and other vehicles produced.

‘Sorry, ano nga ulit yung name mo?’
‘Jonas’

As I looked on her closer, I got hold of a feeling that she’s NOT my blockmate that I was thinking earlier. So I minimize my words.

And she popped, ‘Alam mo, hindi ko matandaan kung saan tayo naging mag-classmate pero familiar ka sa akin.’

Indeed, a mistaken identity. Wala na ‘to! I wanted to reply ‘huwag mo nang isipin kung saan dahil hindi talaga tayo magkakilala’ but instead I responded ‘baka naman sa isang GE (general education or minor subjects) class?’

‘Hindi rin eh. Eng(lish) 10 lang class ko this semester’.
She’s a freshie! Walang lusot! Pakshet! I’ve even given my real name with no exchange of hers!

She kept inquiring. ‘Taga-molave ka ba?’ Molave is one of the dormitories inside the campus.
‘Ah hindi.’ I think she associated my bag holding a new set of clothes of the week that I will use at Molave dormitory.

Good thing though that she’s with a friend so at some point our conversation was cut.

I simply wanted to escape but Faculty Center was still some meters away. I did not remember if I say goodbye or two to her. I don’t care about that gesture for her friend might share his opinion that it was a plain case of mistaken identity.

As I walk from FC to CS (the track students take from Palma Hall to Math Building), I pondered. Am I…

  • still looking younger – she ran along with the ride that I am a freshie like her or a sophie (since she thought I was staying at a dormitory for nonfreshmen) . Well, this is not the first incident that others guessed my age wrongly.
  • such a flirt – and we are both flirting. Flirting inside a Pantranco jeep, may ganun?
  • that stupid. Period.

What do you think about that? A, B or C.

P.S. I was supposedly an hour late to my class. And there it went, no class. Then, it rained cats and dogs as I left the building.

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