Once, me and my friend Joey were drinking at Mogwai Bar, and at some point in the night, some guy introduced himself to Joey. Then on that spot, something about the guy struck me, like a distant memory, but not so much. Almost instantly, I asked him if he was from Elbi (Our slang for our alma mater, UP Los Banos). Because I was so sure that he studied there. There was this familiarity, almost like home feeling to his face that I have related him to Los Banos. Or was it because I was in Mogwai, and Mogwai reminds me of IC’s and that told my brain that everyone that was in Mogwai was from UP, or just from UPLB.
Now the guy, I forgot his name, kept evading the question. He said almost inaudibly that he’s from UP Diliman, which I did not buy because I swear we were in the same dormitory. I was so sure that even though he has told me countless of times that he was from Diliman, I just shrugged it off, and by the end of the night I was happy because I have met someone who apparently lived in the same dorm as me 7 years ago.
I was wrong of course. The day after, I saw that same guy walking around my street. Then it all came back to me, 15/18 years ago, age six to nine, we were playmates - he is a childhood friend. I think he was my bestfriend when I was a kid.