Atomic Reaction

The scene: in a hallway in Trinoma Mall. The time: around 8pm. The cast: Tony, London_boy, Jonas Bagas and yours truly.

We just finished dinner and were now headed for the theaters to watch Little Fockers. We were discussing something serious, you know, like maybe the latest rise in HIV cases or the Metro Manila traffic situation after the holidays or how a bikini contest can boost business. Whatever it was, it was serious—though I now forget.

So anyway we were talking…

“Serious talk, serious talk, serious talk, serious talk…”

…when suddenly all four of us noticed a tall, somewhat serious-looking guy walking towards us, his gaze off to his right. His once lanky frame has filled up nicely, and his 5-o’clock shadow looked so sexy on his handsome, boyish features.

“...serious talk, seri—”

We all stopped talking at the same time. Recognition sank in.

Oh. My. God.

Without glancing our way, he walked past us.

“Atom Araullo!”

Between the four of us, we’ve put up successful businesses, worked overseas, helped push legislation and oversaw multimedia campaigns. And yet, as Tony tweeted, we were reduced to giggling schoolgirls at the sight of the former 5 and Up talent.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod!"

We continued giggling and laughing and walking for about five minutes then I asked, “Hey! What were we discussing kanina?” No one could answer.

And as you can see earlier in this entry, we still don’t remember.