Thursday, April 27, 2006
don't EVER talk to strangers
i had my review again today. it wasn't so bad. i sucked big time at mathematical series, progressions, sequences and stat. i'm sorry to say i've forgotten almost everything mrs dino taught me in second year, except the definitions of mean, median, mode. why is it that i seem to forget [or purposely forget] all the good things i'm supposed to know? oh yes, i am such a good example to my younger sisters in the lower levels [remember? grade six, ms carandang]. yipee...bio was okay. didn't know much of the terms, so i got a low score. [ha, why do i even bother fabricating such a pathetic excuse and not just come clean and say i forgot?]dismissal time. i was waiting for my dad in the stone bench outside the entrance when a girl suddenly sat beside me and started talking to me. at first i was kinda taken aback [more like flabbergasted], i mean, since the cliche "don't talk to strangers" is highly applicable these days. i talked back, since she seemed quite nice. she asked about me, my school, what section i was in inside, you know, bio-data questions. she kept addressing me "po". jeez, do i look that old and wrinkly? she also called me a rich kid upon hearing that i went to shs, which i am not, just to set the record straight. i hate being called a rich kid. makes me sound spoiled rotten by my parents. anyhow, i soon found out the reason for her apparent friendliness. after the hi-i'm-alex-who-are-you part, she asked me if i believed in the apparition of the virgin mary in fatima, portugal. i said, yes, of course. next thing i knew, she handed me two sheets of photocopied paper. i skimmed it, and i saw it was about the prophecy of fatima. she told me that the reason why she was giving it to me was because she encountered some "bad luck" when she first ignored the message. apparently, her grades "slided" when she didn't pass on the chain letter. chain letter. CHAIN LETTER. would you believe that? you know how i feel about those effing chain letters. i wish they'd burn in the fiery pits of hell, that's how i damn well feel. *following dialogue is a rerun of our conversation. me: ohh. prophecy of fatima. alam ko na 'to. matagal na 'to, actually. mary vynne [the girl's name]: ahh...me: so, ibig sabihin ba nito, pinapasa mo yung malas sa 'kin? mary: depende sa 'yo kung gusto mo paniwalaan yan o hindi. [a narration of her "experience" follows]. basta kelangan mo ipasa sa 24 na tao. me: ahh..so bale nakuha mo yan sa email tapos si-nerox mo 24 times?mary: oo. kelanga kasi. [again, chain letters are not effing real, okay?]me: no thanks. [giving back the photocopied letters]i'm neutral about this whole prophecy of fatima. i know it exists, since people broke down in tears and got all hysterical last year when they read it. i've seen proof of it in dan brown's books. i don't know if i should believe it or not. i believe in God, that's all, plain and simple. i don't know why i didn't ignore her and just find another place to wait. maybe good manners just dictated me to keep talking to her, since it was a potentially safe area, and people were around. cripes. the whole time we were having that weird conversation, i kept thinking so that's your game? just sidling up to people, then befriending them just so you could pass it on? man, that gives a whole new meaning to making friends. paranoia struck again kanina. i wondered if she really was a student there, or if she was a holy person, maybe an angel or even mama mary [really paranoid] testing people if they actually believed in the prophecy of fatima. *shudders* needless to say, she scared the bejeezus out of me. she seemed nice enough, but still...*shudders**sigh* why can't i ever follow good advice?
written at 3:09 AM