Tuesday, April 20, 2010


Just a few years back and he would insist the anniversary falls on the 21st of May instead of tomorrow.

I would challenge his claim by retelling our first meeting at Robinson's Manila; the long talk along Baywalk while the briny bayside wind wafts under our noses; and how such sudden evening downpour, which forced us to share a broken umbrella along Padre Faura became the cause of it all.

We remember.

Today, without a pang of bitterness.

Tomorrow, after dwelling over a past

we ought to forget.