A scenario

Scenario:

Boy is working in a call center (graveyard shift)

Girl is a college student in her semestral break

00:30 AM

thru text message

Girl: mishueee po and I labshuee

Boy: miss you and love you moree. Good nyt and sweet dreams!!

At around 6:00 AM, Boy rushes home from work (2 hour trip, Boy lives in Las Piñas but works in Eastwood)

At around 8:00 AM, Boy arrives at home.

Boy: Hey, im home na po..

Girl: *No reply*

Boy: baka tulog pa…

Boy waited and stayed up until around 12 noon

Boy: wakey wakey na po

Girl: Aww kakagising ko lang

Boy: aww morning po.. uhmm tutulog na po me…

Later on… Boy is at work, chatting with Girl

11:30 PM

Girl: sleepish na po me

Boy: aww tulog na kaw… nyt nyt and sweet dreams

Girl: miss you and love you po

Boy: miss you and love you more…

At around 6:00 AM, Boy rushes home from work again, then at around 8:00 AM, arrives at home

Boy: Im home na po..

Girl: *No reply*

Boy: …

Later that day around 12:00 noon

Boy: sleep na po me…

Girl: *still no reply*

Boy: …

“Boy: …”

P.S.

At around 1:30 pm

Girl: Awww kagigising ko lang po…

Love at first sight

Kita ko lang sa blog ni Kaliwanagan, post ko din dito hehehe =)

Love at First Sight
Wislawa Szymborska


Both are convinced
that a sudden surge of emotion bound them together.
Beautiful is such a certainty,
but uncertainty is more beautiful.

Because they didn't know each other earlier, they suppose that
nothing was happening between them.
What of the streets, stairways and corridors
where they could have passed each other long ago?

I'd like to ask them
whether they remember-- perhaps in a revolving door
ever being face to face?
an "excuse me" in a crowd
or a voice "wrong number" in the receiver.
But I know their answer:
no, they don't remember.

They'd be greatly astonished
to learn that for a long time
chance had been playing with them.

Not yet wholly ready
to transform into fate for them
it approached them, then backed off,
stood in their way
and, suppressing a giggle,
jumped to the side. There were signs, signals:
but what of it if they were illegible.
Perhaps three years ago,
or last Tuesday
did a certain leaflet fly
from shoulder to shoulder?
There was something lost and picked up.
Who knows but what it was a ball
in the bushes of childhood.

There were doorknobs and bells
on which earlier
touch piled on touch.
Bags beside each other in the luggage room.
Perhaps they had the same dream on a certain night,
suddenly erased after waking.

Every beginning
is but a continuation,
and the book of events
is never more than half open.

-translated by Walter Whipple