name-dropping
during a
chikaminute with one of my friends [i forget who - nowadays, rumor transcends gender], he|she mentioned the death of a certain
'escudero', who was apparantly a friend of a friend|flatmate|cousin|driver|cat|one of those. i thought nothing of it, since a) people die all the time, and b) as of last year, students die all the time.
a few hours later, chudor and i were taking our customary jeepney home, while across us, two gentlemen|ladies|officers of the federation were carrying on an animated conversation. i had been instructed by soyster to transcribe an overheard conversation, and i figured that that would more likely be it. long story short, they were discussing the controversial death of their friend
'marlon', who was, as usual, a good kid in bad company. i thought nothing of this either since a) as of last year, students die all the time, and b) students kill other students all the time.
to say the least, it was a bit unnerving to possess more than an spectator's point of view when both stories came out on the news within minutes of each other. not exactly your
warm and tingly sensation.
sige ingat.ΓΌ