A reply to blogger Eric
Before I start squeezing memories out from my spongy brain for the parts 5 and 6 of the "Forgetting the Remembered" series, I felt the need to answer the questions of Eric, one of PN’s regular bloggers. Here are the questions in his note to me on July 4, 2007:
(1) When you’re having videoke and you sang "Crazy for You", was he there?What did he do when he heard you sing?Did you see his face while you were singing?What was he doing or what was his reaction?
Moi: No, he wasn’t there. Here’s the excerpt I wrote in Part IV: "I thought I was going to die. My suffering did end when he finished the song, accepted our praises (I also had to contribute. Basi mahambal siya, ‘la ko nanami-an), and left for another appointment." And if he was there, listening to my tweeting, he must’ve covered his ears with small paper balls made of the pages of the song selection book.
(2) And you didn’t explain how your friends became his friends also.
Moi: Our school is small where everyone almost knows everybody. So… amo ‘na. And he’s friendly with my friends; so, they became friends! He could even pass for Mr. Congeniality.
(3) How is he near yet so far?
Moi: It’s only an expression I use(d) to describe him and the way he dealt with me.
(4) Are you two working in the same company?
Moi: No, we’re not. And I don’t want. Pa’no na lang ko ‘to ‘ya kaobra? Jowks… Kidding aside, we don’t but we would bump into each other once in a while in the streets, malls, and other significant places in the city. After all, our city is such a small world. Are we in the same kind of work? No.
(5) Last question: Where does your father buy lechon manok?
Moi: Somewhere out there. It’s not Andoks or other chicken food chains in the metro. My Tatay’s an old soul.
Dear Eric, I will finish my series of unfortunate events but I’m having a hard time writing my thoughts down. It’s hard to bottle those feelings with words when one day you just realized you’ve really moved on. Of course, I still a lace of feelings for him but it’s quite different now. But don’t worry, give me some time. Why not write na the part IV of your story while waiting for mine? 
Imo gani, damo ka pa ka-echusan…Hehehe…
By the way, thanks for reading my blogs… (I thought men don’t read these kind of stories…)
I just want to make some clarifications though. If you think that I’m brave ‘coz I wrote down my madness, I’m not because I’m using a pseudonym.
So, ’til the next blog! Ta-ta!
