Monday, November 3, 2008
oooppsss...i havent mentioned about the homecoming this december havent i? i already told B about this. B is my ofismate who also happens to be my classmate back in elementary and highschool. i just passed by this advertisement in tarpaulin about the homecoming to be held at our school specifically for us, the first batch of highschool grad on that school, and the succeeding 4 batches after us. I asked B if he is going and he just had this questioning look on his face like he was lost in translation. He said he would still think about it. Then i turned to myself and asked the same question. will i be coming? i dont know the answer as well. I d love to come for the sake of meeting up with our former classmates and friends and im sure it would be a nice time to do some catching up on each other's life but there are also some dreaded questions i dont wanna hear and topics i never wanna participate in. im pretty sure there will be the usual kamustahan and inquisition of the things that are making us busy nowadays and also the usual asking of are you married? do u have a family? ilan na ang anak mo? which i sooo detest to answer. and i dont want to hide for hours on the washroom just to pass answering these question because im readily aware that i might escape it once, twice or even thrice but i can NEVER run from it for the entire evening. so much with these thoughts...anyways i still have a month from now to try to contemplate the idea of me going in that homecoming event and i do admit that i am a bit excited and ecstatic over that idea as well.
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