I love Islam. I'm thankful to Muslims for having Ramadan. PGMA declared yesterday a non-working holiday to commemorate the end of Ramadan. Yey, nakapagday-off si Inday.

I woke up at around 9, read a couple of chapters of Santa Evita, laid in bed pondering how to make good use of a Friday of freedom and decided to invite Bes for a day of bonding. I am so good with parents as long as they were not mine. Permission to go out of the house is not very easy to secure in Bes's household but the mention of my name and a staged phone call earned Bes one.

We met up in Shang at 3 and took a cab to Galleria. I wanted to watch The 40-year-old Virgin but Bes had already watched it and I think it's a waste to pay twice to watch a movie in a Cinema. We settled for Waiting... which in the end made me realize I spent hard-earned cash to lay brain activity to waste. I don't even think my brain was active for those hour and a half. That movie is sheer murder of healthy brain cells.

We strolled around a bit, bought chic clutch bags and transferred to Megamall for my figure consultation in Slimmers World. It was like opening a Hershey bar to look back and to catch up with Bes. The last time I saw her was in January when I went to LB to celebrate my birthday in Isis.

I've forgotten but Bes reminded me of this funny experience we had with one of our roommates. Room 2207 of Men's Dorm introduced me to Angeli, Gelai and Kithi. After a a month, Angeli became my Bes, Gelai annoyed me out of my wits for letting her co-Cagayanons use our room as an evacuation facility and Kithi, oh Kithi. She spread rumors of Bes and I being MORE than best friends. In other words, she concluded she could not penetrate the territorial bubble Bes and I were in because we were having a romantic relationship. It was hilarious and pathetic. It was the end of our friendship with her.

Bes and I talked about a lot of experiences in LB, most of which have already left the conscious part of my memory. Bes would mention a name or place and I would have a dream-like flashback and if Bes weren't the one who brought it up, I wouldn't have considered the flashback as reality. I wouldn't have believed the flashback was once part of my reality. Everything seemed so distant and surreal and I had this sudden attack of nostalgia. There simply is no place like Los Baños.

We parted ways with heavy hearts but a rejuvenated friendship. I cannot wait for Bes to graduate and be in Manila for good by next year.

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I went back to the apartment to pack. It was Sci's birthday the day before and the family was to celebrate last night.

I left at 9:30 and for economic purposes, decided to take a jeepney instead of a trike. I took the short way to Shaw. I passed by 65B with indifference (eeek sorry). It was brimming with people that ignited my curiosity so I did a double-take, turned around and entered through the back door. It turned out to be a Residents' Night sponsored by North California Alumni Chapter. The activity would continue every Friday of November with a different chapter sponsoring each night. Hmmm...

I ended up staying until midnight. The highlight of the night would be this brod I met. He introduced himself and the moment I laid eyes on him, his face matched one in my head. I just couldn't quite put my finger on it. I figured I've met him perhaps in 65B. There couldn't have been any other instance. It turned out there was.

Their chapter is in one of the schools in Las Piñas so I asked each where he lives. That particular brod lives in *drumroll* Manuela 4-E!!! That is the subdivision where I spent the first half of my life in! The odd thing was that he couldn't recognize me. He knew all my childhood friends but he didn't know me. I couldn't blame him, though. Believe me, I MYSELF wouldn't be able to recognize me. See for yourself.

                   
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Moving on, the brod and I talked about our subdivision. It's true that you never forget anything. Every second of your whole life is archived. It's up to you to dig in and recall. It was a different kind of feeling, like finding myself. That was me. This is me. To move forward, perhaps you need to look back. Major nostalgia attack. I'll go visit someday.

How small the world is. You never know who you'll run into.

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*.* as if! @ 11:04:00 AM • • RBJ