posted by Nk. at 11:27 PM

Last Sunday, while waiting for my friends for a little rendezvous inside Greenbelt's Coffee Bean, a middle-aged guy approached me and greeted me by my name and asked if I was waiting for someone. For the first three seconds I just looked at him blankly, clawing at my brains as to who this guy was. I managed what hopefully was a smile and to mumble a "yes, I'm meeting some friends" to his smiling face - but I still could not, for the life of me, remember where or when I met the guy. The guy didn't look like he enjoyed his free time molesting girls in some underground room in Makati so I chose to be nice even while alternating between thoughts of Robin Williams in One Hour Photo and praying Mister Coffee Bean wasn't one of my mom's kakilalas who'll one day tell my ma-PR mother just how nice her daughter was but how come she doesn't remember her Ninong though? (Magki-Christmas pa naman.)

I'm usually good with memorizing people's faces instead of their names (and the guy called me by my name) so it really puzzled me long after he left and even while my friends and I were already downing beers and bursting our blood vessels and each other's ear drums videoke-ing at Providence (was my first time there, anywhere with good friends is perfect!). Whoever that guy was well, I guess, sorry if I was supposed to know you but didn't...



Anyway (even if this week was hell) I did have a great (last) weekend with my friends in Tagaytay and in Manila.

It had me thinking if I should move back in the city I already ran away from and start anew, or, stay here and overcome.

Labels: Coffee Bean, friends, lucid intervals