Alas, a new blog in a new multiply account. If not because of someone, I would not create a new one. Anyway, this post, this very first post will be dedicated to another person.
There he goes... he passes by the right side and sits beside me. He came from behind, and he's there to check the scoresheet as always.
I glanced occasionally as usual, and pretended not to feel anything else but this normal feeling in a usual situation running for a week and a day already. He's been like this, and I've been scoring the games. He too scores, for I know well that he enjoys marking the scoresheet as much as I do.
We had a little talk. The topic was utmost boring. It was about my ballpen. I proudly told him that the pen he's currently using was mine since high school. I don't know if it got him amazed or doubtful, but he lauded me for that. He even took a closer look at my black Tombow pen. We then shifted the topic of our short conversation. I then noticed that everyone were behind us while we took our watch on the game.
His number in the record is 9, while mine is 10. We are supposed lane partners, but then there's a missing nin number 8 so I was paired with John. However, this week, John went to a conference at Leyte. Thus, we play our frames at the same time.
He has this habit of holding the ball close to his face, as if he's targetting the duckpins. I watch closely his move, for even before I took interest on him, I admired his playing skills. His accuracy is way better than mine. He does a break, a spare and all that. He even has his cheer squad as I call them. Everytime I praise and laud him, he just shyly looks down and murmurs something to me and to himself.
Not long after our brief encounters, I started talking to him more. I had an inkling that he likes games, so I took notice of the laminated hand fan he always brings to class. I asked how much was the cost for lamination. He replied that he already forgot. Then our classmate asked what character is the drawing from. He scratched his head shyly telling us that it is from a certain game. Then and there, I concluded that he is in to what I like.
A day later, we talked again, this time while Christmas was scoring. He suddenly mentioned that he took Hapon 10, a Japanese beginner's subject at our school. I was enthralled. It is because it's so rare for an Engineering student to be able to enroll on a Foreign language. We do not have electives for that, and it is considered lucky to have your adviser agree on you taking a foreign lang. Well he actually did, and we started asking questions about it.
When Christmas' turn finally came, we sat beside each other and continued our talk. I knew something about this seemingly Chinito, and I do like what he likes. We have a lot in common. And so everytime class starts, my eyes automatically search for him and I make sure I do have an opportunity to talk to him.
And so, there he goes... to the left exit. I saunter towards him and a classmate, thinking of what topic I could open up to them.
