For the entire duration of college, we frequented this burger joint right across our university during lunchtime. If we got off class late and the people flocking by the burger counter resembled a mini-mob, we would eat somewhere else but still head back there during the afternoon break to grab some potato wedges or twister fries. If the chairs we sat on for hours could speak and went on a talk show like Jerry Springer's, our cheeks would be a deeper shade of pink than a monkey's bottom.
I have not seen my friends in months so now that I am back just for a couple of days, Em arranged for four of us to meet again. So late in the afternoon today, after running some errands and major cargo handling, I did a quick change of my soiled T-shirt and boarded a jam-packed train headed for Makati...but not after I realized I forgot my wallet.
As I was nearing my drop-off point, I got a text from Em, telling me where I was going to meet them.
Here we were, a bunch of 20-somethings yet still meeting in the same burger joint...in a different branch though. It even becomes more interesting to note that the girl manning the order pick-up counter was the same person from the university branch. "You're still together," referring to my friends as I picked up my order, "but you've all graduated already." I smiled back at her, as if she were a just-swirled snowglobe with the white flakes starting to settle so that the figure inside was now perceptible.
So over huge burgers and bottomless iced tea, we chit-chatted and giggled about the remake of Bituing Walang Ningning, American Idol and why Taylor Hicks should win, the lack of Pinoy guys who sport anime haircuts, Marc Nelson's abs and our long-time crushes Dennis Trillo and Ryan Agoncillo.
Gosh, in a no-mushy way, I miss these girls.
I have not seen my friends in months so now that I am back just for a couple of days, Em arranged for four of us to meet again. So late in the afternoon today, after running some errands and major cargo handling, I did a quick change of my soiled T-shirt and boarded a jam-packed train headed for Makati...but not after I realized I forgot my wallet.
As I was nearing my drop-off point, I got a text from Em, telling me where I was going to meet them.
Here we were, a bunch of 20-somethings yet still meeting in the same burger joint...in a different branch though. It even becomes more interesting to note that the girl manning the order pick-up counter was the same person from the university branch. "You're still together," referring to my friends as I picked up my order, "but you've all graduated already." I smiled back at her, as if she were a just-swirled snowglobe with the white flakes starting to settle so that the figure inside was now perceptible.
So over huge burgers and bottomless iced tea, we chit-chatted and giggled about the remake of Bituing Walang Ningning, American Idol and why Taylor Hicks should win, the lack of Pinoy guys who sport anime haircuts, Marc Nelson's abs and our long-time crushes Dennis Trillo and Ryan Agoncillo.
Gosh, in a no-mushy way, I miss these girls.
