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Learning from Rollz's experience, I became a little cautious in calling out someone.
Last night, I saw my co-YFC Ateneo member. We used to be a little close in college but I didn't hear from him after I graduated.
It's nice to see him again and so I was so excited to greet him. I shouted out "Mark, Mark!"
He looked at me. I was so puzzled that he didn't smile. He looks puzzled also...
Later on I realized, he is not Mark, he is Brian. I tried to redeem myself by calling him to his right name and hoping to say sorry. But then he was so busy talking to a group of people. I was so shy to interrupt.
All I can do is to hide my face in shame... Then I remembered Rollz.
Last night, I saw my co-YFC Ateneo member. We used to be a little close in college but I didn't hear from him after I graduated.
It's nice to see him again and so I was so excited to greet him. I shouted out "Mark, Mark!"
He looked at me. I was so puzzled that he didn't smile. He looks puzzled also...
Later on I realized, he is not Mark, he is Brian. I tried to redeem myself by calling him to his right name and hoping to say sorry. But then he was so busy talking to a group of people. I was so shy to interrupt.
All I can do is to hide my face in shame... Then I remembered Rollz.
2 Comments:
At 9:20 AM, clatot said…
hahaha! panalo. hehe.
At 1:48 PM, grace said…
ikaw talaga ate kamille, hindi pa natuto kay kuya rollz. hehe... :)
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