There was this guy who everytime he comes to our floor, he would make it a habit to drop by my cube and linger. Most of the time, he would look at those things hanging on my wall, spy around my latest cd acquisition, or just talk nonsense. Sometimes I would deal with him, but most of the time I don't. I usually don't have the time to chat. In most cases, I don't know what the heck he's blabbing about.
This morning as he was making his usual round, I greeted him first for a change. I commended his jacket. I said, "Hmm, nice jacket!" Then he turned to me and proudly showed me the tag. It says: Guess Jeans. So I told him, "Ah, okay. That's cool!"
As I was settling back to my cube he said: "Pautang naman oh, may bibilhin lang ako sa SM. Sale sila ngayon eh!" (Can you lend me some money, I will buy something at SM. They are on sale today!). Instead of answering I gave him a hard laugh (not the sarcastic one, just an innocent hard laugh). He retorted back: "Para 700 lang hindi mo pa ako mapautang?" (I am only borrowing 700 and you can't give me any?"). Then he left.
I snorted and whispered: "At baket kita pauutangin, close ba tayo?" (And why would I lend you money, we're not even close?). Then I went back to my usual routine. Ignoring people.
I watched THE READER last night. And as my way of ending this scene, I will borrow Hanna Schmitz (Kate Winslet) words to Michael Berg (David Kross) when they were fighting. A scene that is so intense that it stuck into my head until now:
"You don't have the power to upset me! You don't matter enough to upset me!"