Memoirs of a Suplada: A True Story
I decided to text Lestat one day since I don't see him much. I've been sending forwarded messages for weeks before he ever replied. I told him a different name when he asked who I was. Days passed & I came to the point of asking...
Me: Bakit me mga taong ngumingiti-ngiti kahit di ka naman kilala? Hindi ko alam kung nangungutya, nang-aasar, o ano. Nakakainis.
Lestat: Uy, may admirer. Maganda ka pala.
Me: Hindi ah. Hindi ko yun kilala. Pala-asar lang siguro yun. Mayabang. Pwedeng sabihan na lang siya nang harap-harapan na nakakainis ang ginagawa niya?
Lestat: Wag na. Kung gagawin mo yun, para ka na ring bumaba sa level niya.
Me: Eh naiinis talaga ako sa pagmumukha niya eh. Kung titigilan niya lang sana ako.
I was laughing while texting.
Lestat: May pagnanasa lang yun sayo. Hehehe
This part made me laugh out real loud. Little did he know it was him I was referring to all along!😆😆😆
Me: Posible kayang magkagusto ang isang tao pero di niya to sasabihin sa girl?
Lestat: Siempre naman. Like me.
Me: Bakit ganun? Nasa kanila na ang lahat ng pagkakataon at panahon pero bakit di nila sinasabi?
Lestat: Depende.
Me: Pero bakit nga?
Lestat: Basta. Ganun na lang yun. Kahit di ko sinasabi, nafi-feel niya lang rin siguro.
Me: Anong year na siya?
Lestat: 3rd.
Me: Anong course?
Lestat: (He mentioned my course!)
Me: School?
Lestat: (He mentioned our school!)
I couldn't ask anymore questions. I was outside the house having cold sweats, terrified that if I asked more questions and his answers wouldn't fit my profile, I'd be devastated.
When I told Eunice about it, she replied: Ikaw na talaga yun. Hahaha
This is a true story. I only changed the names to keep our identity hidden. This is our story that started back in college. If you know any of us based on this story, let's keep it a secret, shall we?
