This weekend, I received an interesting mail in my inbox (some names are edited to protect the identity of the sender), and it read:

Hello there,
I came across your blog and gosh, you look very much like my dorm mate back in UPLB. You didn’t stay in the Men’s Dorm (where the women stay), did you? My dorm mate’s name is also Glo, my room is across from her and we were on the first floor wing near another dorm for guys. My name is H and my room mates were M, N, C, and J. Yes, there were five of us in a room. Oh yeah, the Glo I know smokes (or used to) like a chimney. If it sounds familiar to you, e-mail me back at hhh@xxx.com

Have a good day now!
H

I was laughing out loud (so hard that tears ran down the corners of my eyes) while reading it. The Glo she was describing indeed sounds familiar(but from too far away?), very familiar that memories of my past life flashed back in front of me. Yeah, that was me. (I still smoke but not like a chimney anymore.) I was that Glo.

Yeah H, it’s me. Glo, 3103.