We haven't met, but we knew each other at one point. I regret deeply those who I already forgot.

• That nice fellow who shared and tucked me under his umbrella while we ducked puddles in stormy Katipunan night. I would've been stuck in there & gotten mugged if you weren't there.
• This guy at Starbucks who said hey to me, and then I wasn't sure who he was. ... And his girl friend (girlfriend?) looked skeptical whether we really knew each other.
• This guy at Super Sale Bazaar whose ATM card got eaten by the machine. He looked cute. Paranoid raw siya. Hahahaha.
• That guy who was peering over my classroom while I stood outside of it waiting for someone. He was with two of his friends. I thought he was the one I was looking for. But then he looked at me for a second and left.
• That nice guy who gave me a freebie TOA textbook on Friendship Day 2012 during a riot.
• That chill kid who I thought I was going to be lost with at the first day of our first preboard. We couldn't find our rooms. I thought we were going to find it together, but then we walked a bit at the steps of La Co, and we lost each other.
• Distant family friend who I met at a wake. We don't know each other's names, but he's kinda cute.
• Barista at RB who was super nice so of course that means he's hitting on me. He asked if I wanted him to put whipped cream on this almond pastry I ordered. (not a euphemism for sex btw, lolll) I told him no, thank you for offering. My study group left while I was still in the counter, so he said goodbye to them. & he said, "paano yan, magisa ka na lang." I really can't stand his smile. Sabi ko, "I'm good. Sanay ako." Then I left. Went back to claim my coffee. He was standing on his spot at the counter which is away from the drinks claiming area & from there he called out and said, "*MY NAME HE KNOWS IT*, gusto mo samahan kita?" I replied, "no, distracting ka." And he couldn't hear me yata so he walked over in front of me & I said, "ayoko, distraction ka lang." With that he retorted, "lahat na lang ng offer ko di mo tinatanggap." I smiled, gestured my coffee to say I'm leaving & walked away. I hastily took a sip of my beverage to distract myself and burnt my tongue in the process.
• Yet another barista in the same week. I must say, these coffee gurus must have a type: strasseled girls with dry hair, disorderly clothing, chapped lips, and a frown that says, "either I pass out on you out of exhaustion or I freak, stab you, weep and breakdown right here right now." This time at SL. To be fair, it was my second time to get my fix in one day. He remembered my name even if they always spell my name another way on my cup. We engaged in small talk. I was so awkward and dismissive. Like KBYE KBYE.
• This guy from Troyes who accidentally mentioned me on twitter with an instagram photo of/for her sister.
• The lively girl at the hostel who looked like Isa.
• The waiter at Cambodian Soup.
• Som, this deaf/mute Cambodian who we met at one of the temples. He was amused with my red lips and gave me a drawing.
• Roth, our tuktuk driver who was so nice.
• This Croatian New Yorker who we chatted with for a bit in one of the temples with the steep stairs. He couldn't go down like Ysa. We met him again the next day at the Angkor Wat.
• "Babygirl," the pretty French woman with the sartorial fashion. There will be a full photo album dedicated to her soon.
• Cornelia, the German I met with the good English from being raised in England. She complimented my 700-peso Forever 21 aztec jeans at the queue at the loo in Angkor What?
• This Irishwoman (I think) in the stripes who was so friendly to everyone. She was basically the life of the party. I told her that we've been wanting to join her dancing. "Show us some of your moves, we've ran out!"
• This European blond who was dancing on top of the booths of Angkor What? We danced together a few times, and I kissed him on the cheek before letting him use my friend's fan.
• This Singaporean girl with the Middle Eastern features who liked Philip. And her pretty friend from Hong Kong.
• The former UPLB woman who is a director at the University of Southeast Asia in Siem Reap. We talked the whole three hours during the flight home.
• #8 was my barista the night Deng & I had coffee after our testimonial dinner. He asked if I was usually here because I looked familiar. I figured out he was #8, so I ignored him and tried not to talk to him about things other than what's really necessary. I said I'm not collecting stickers so he can give it to the next customer. Later on, Deng says he's probably into me. "Baka hindi lang 'yun," she said when I said he thought I looked familiar. His name was Jay. I glanced at his name tag.