Text Mates

Before you accuse me of "eavesdropping" or intrusion of privacy, I am certain, you have been caught in situations where you have overheard other people's conversations. In my case, it was a case of being able to read people's texts to each other. I was on my way to Ortigas last night and I took a FX. Usually I would stay in the middle but since there were already three people occupying it, I didn't want to squeeze myself in and be sitting uncomfortably for an hour or more. So I took the seat at the back. That was so much better.

While on the road, I noticed that the guy in the middle row was tinkering with his phone every 5 minutes. He seems fidgety checking his incoming messages. I suppose he was waiting for someone to send him a text. Turns out, he was the one drafting his message for someone. That someone I don't know who he or she was. He was holding up his phone and I couldn't help but see what he was drafting. It read:

Kuyang Sawi: Sorry na. Patawarin mo na ako. Ako ang pinaka masayang tao pag pinatawad mo ako.
me (in my thoughts): Hmm, anong kalokohan ginawa nitong si Kuya?

Then he saved the message and fiddled with his phone after a couple of minutes. Then he revised it.

Kuyang Sawi: Sorry na. Patawarin mo na ako. Kahit ano gagawin ko. Ako ang pinakamasayang tao pag pinatawad mo ako.
me (in my thoughts): Sino kaya ang inagrabyado nito? At ano naman kaya ang brilliant idea ni Kuya na gagawin nya para mapatawad na sya?

I was beginning to wonder what exactly might have happened when he started to edit his message again.

Kuyang Sawi: Sorry na. Patawarin mo na ako. Kahit ano gagawin ko. Ako ang pinakamasayang tao pag pinatawad mo ako. Sorry sa kalokohan ko at sa mga pinagsasabi ko. SORRY :(

You know what, I never really got to see if he sent the message so I can't really blog how the story ended. Poor me and everyone reading my blog. I'm sure that you wanted to know how it went. Now that I was over and done with fidgety guy alias Kuyang Sawi, the lady one seat away from him started to text too. We are a nation of texting people remember? Anyhow, she got her phone and held it high enough for the people at the back to read whatever she was typing.

her: Kung puede lang araw araw tayo magkasama.
me (in my thoughts): Aww. In love din si ate gaya ni Kuyang Sawi.

After sending this text, she sent another text. It appears it was sent to another person named Jeng.

her: Hon, dito na me Shang, pa Megamall na k.

me (in my thoughts): Jeng?! Babae kaya si Jeng? Siguro tibo tong babaeng to. Eh sino yung ka text nya nung una? Huh? Bakit ganun?

Then Jeng replied.

Jeng: Ikot ka muna. Andito pa ako opis. Mag pag uusapan kami ng boss ko. Inom muna kami.
me (in my thoughts): Ano kayang pag uusapan ni Jeng chaka nung boss nya? Alam kaya ni Jeng na may ibang ka text etong si mystery lady ng fx?

I never really got to answer my questions (again) for the simple reason that I have reached my destination before Kuyang Sawi and Mystery Lady did. I thank them though for providing me entertainment throughout my one and a half hour ride. I'm sure I'm not alone on this planet who have witnessed conversations / stories of strangers talking, texting or even quarrelling in public. Let's admit it - we're not only a nation of texting addicts but we're also a bunch of curious people.