I cannot believe I got a beating from Mark when he dropped by in the office today. He’s now working in Fort Global, and is almost making it his responsibility to look after me every once in a while to ensure I’m okay, and now he’s trying to forcefully beat some sense into me when I talked to him earlier.

I told him about the comment I got from someone over the weekend. I told him my case. He pointed out (and used a rather well played metaphor, too) two things:

1) At one point, napaasa ko rin daw siya. We burst out laughing about it when we realized that, and I kinda felt bad, too, but…err…well. The difference is, I told him pointedly that we just wanted to be friends. And he decided not to go after it anymore.

2) He said that I can’t claim anything unless I made the point across—which is very well my point in the other long blog about the whole you-don’t-learn-this-in-primary-school thing. Sabi niya, it doesn’t count if there’s a wish, and I tried making it happen, pero walang kaalam alam yung isa. Kasi, anong point? Ang metaphor niya: it’s like having a fire drill. There’s an emergency, and you have people running. But someone only sees people running, he or she would assume it doesn’t have anything to do with him/her, and goes into the building anyway. Which makes the whole fire drill pointless. If totoong fire issue yun, at hindi niya alam, namatay pa siguro yung tao. :)) Ang point—sabihan mo yung taong involved, baka madisgrasya. Hahaha.

So sabi ko, sorry naman. I was waiting for divine intervention. Divine intervention ka jan, he claims. Sabi ko, feeling ko kasi, baka magic. Baka destiny might make things happen. Kasi korni kung sasabihan ko siyang pupunta pala ako sa kanya, may surprise and all, and see if there’s something more. Kaya I took it as a sign na hindi natuloy yung plano ko halfway. Sabi niya, eh hindi naman kasi fair. Hindi ka diyos. Oo nga naman. Parang nag hope ka for a miracle na someone would go to Divisoria na baka mag kita kayo, eh walang kaalam- alam yung isa at nagpuntang Chinatown. Hahahaha.

Sorry, naaliw kasi ako sa symbolism nya about the fire drill. Ang sarap tuloy mag concoct ng napaka rami pang symbolisms.

Sabi ko, hayaan mo na. Ayoko na ituloy. Come what may na lang siguro.

Chicken. I could see it in his eyes he was screaming that silently. Hahaha.

Sabi ko, kasi parang tayo lang yan, e. Ayoko na magkaroon ng anything between us kasi we’re better off as friends. So paano pala kung ganoon din pala ang point of view niya? Na naisip niya, ayoko na sa kanya, hindi ko na siya makita as someone na potential na maging kami. Na mas friends na lang talaga. Eh tanga akong nag co-concoct ng stupid magic tricks with fate, thinking na baka pwede pa.

Eh kasi ako, na clarify mo. Alam ko nang there’s nothing more. Mag usap kayo. Tanungin mo.

Ayoko nga, I retorted. Pride ko lang.

Eh yun lang. Ayaw mong gumapang. Tanga mo kasi. And he laughed.

And that was the point of the whole firedrill, folks. :)))