just keep running

the resemblance was uncanny.

the face came into my line of sight. for a fraction of a second, my heart froze. somehow i regained my composure and continued acting normal. the next time i tried to look, she was gone. could it really be her?

i struggled to let it go and go ahead with the matter at hand. apparently some loser speaking at the Suntec Ballroom 2 had emphasized that focusing was important to success. i succeeded after what seemed like a lifetime. i retraced my original seat in the ballroom ad waited for the next event to start. (this would later turn out to be a hell of a talk by some movtivational speaker who was funny like hell yet managed to deliver substance. impressive.)

the mainly njc/hcjc/rjc crowd began to stream in. i was feeling somewhat inferior. a group of girls settled down at the row in front of me. one of the shirts read "NJC ORIENTATION". i took no notice. not much anyway.

that was until, i saw the face once more.

seated less than 2 m away, the face looked vaguely familiar. yet she was with a group of nj-ians. i contemplated the possibiltiy of her hanging out with nj-ians. it seemed pretty impossible to me. but hell, adidas says impossible is nothing.

the last time i saw 2 different looking so alike was the last time i sawe a pair of twins. i studied the face a little while more, having an added advantage of being at the back. the hair was the same pony-tail. similar sense of dressing. the face was exactly the same. change the specs, it would be like a clone. even the way she talked, laughed and scratched her face was more or less similar. could it really be her? here in a ballroom at suntec? with a grp of nj-ians? or was it just someone else that looked really really really really (i can't stress it more) like her? what would happen if it was really her? i spent half the talk thinking and looking.

i was quite determined to find out the answer. i figured i'll get my chance when the time comes to fill up the survey. i remember seeing a portion requiring the school's name. my answer would be there.

the moment of truth finally came. i was filled with mixed feelings when i saw "NJC" plastered all over the line. as they stood up to walk away, i looked at her for a few final moments. i figured that was the closest i'll ever get next to the real thing. they walked out of the ballroom, with the 'imitation' churning back memories.

so it was nothing more than a small little reminiscing session.

(just for that record, i felt a tap on my shoudler on my way out. for a split second i thought my eyes had betrayed me when i saw "NJC" on the survey form and that my suspicions were about confirmed. turns out it was a group of nyjcians that wanted to confirm i was from ny as well. i had to fight the temptation of saying "yeah, im from that fughed-up sch as well.") @ 23:38