blast from the past
I’ve checked the results of the entrance examinations yesterday afternoon. Sadly, I didn’t find Muriel’s name there. However, I promised myself to come back again, I have to be sure I haven’t overlooked.
Shiela phoned me earlier last night from Japan while I was browsing for books at the Book Sale in SM Manila. She sounded like she’s really missed the barkada
. She told me I was the first person she’s called since she went there on January 14th this year, which startlingly didn’t move me.
One notable thing missing from our 4-minute conversation was the certain glitch she used to inflict me for the past two years and a half every time she calls or by just plainly hearing her name. I didn’t even have qualms telling her that Mench and I are still going steady when she asked.
Now, I began to ponder on these thoughts. Is it true that time heals all wounds? Or am I just making myself believe that I had really moved on? Or is this just what my head wants me to do?
Now I’m using my bigger head. Maybe that’s what.