Hopefully, I’ll have a new one with the same number by the 23rd so
please keep my number. Until then, I will have no temporary phone. In
the meantime, please contact me either here or through email. Also
please send your contact numbers - mobile, home landline, work
landline, mailing address, email address etc. (YM, website etc.)
Thank you. And sorry for the inconvenience.
Jeco
(Types message)
May secret ako. Pero wag kang magrereact. Wag kang sisigaw.
O sige promise.
Saka wala nang masyadong tanong.
O sige promise ulit.
"Halika. May papakita ako sa’yo"
(Approaches)
(Whisphers) "Pre-nup ko o"
(Sports puzzled face; goes back to PC)
(Types message, teary-eyed)
You mean (ikakasal ka na)?
Yup.
Since when (were you engaged)?
PAUSE
Ewan ko lang sa mga nakasama naming batikan. Pero para sa newbie na
tulad ko at freelancer pa sa pamumundok, masasabi kong ang 3rd
Anniversary ng Sabit Mountaineers is in the books.
Madaling araw ng Sabado kami umalis sa Pasay pero may advance party na raw sa Mt. Batulao. And true enough pag dating sa jumpoff point namin sa Evercrest sa Nasugbu eh may sumalubong na:
10 years advanced na yata sa Mt. Batulao. At mukhang 10 years na ring di naliligo.
Kanya-kanyang
bili na ng mga dapat bilhin ang mga kasama. Marami ang nagbreakfast
para may lakas paakyat ng bundok. Siyempre dahil malayo-layo ang
lalakarin eh nag-energy drink na ang iba. Pampalakas daw. Tulad ni
Budik:
Ayos sa ngiti noh? Kaya pala. Ako na pala ang next na aalukin. Kuha kasi ako ng kuha. Yun ang welcome party! At para tuluy-tuloy ang party hanggang paakyat sa bundok, itinapon nila yung mga lalagyan nila ng tubig at pinuno ng Red Horse.
Continue reading here: http://jecojourn.multiply.com/journal/item/362
October 31, 1999
Breakfast after our term ended
But it was not.
Walk down NEB ‘99 Memory lane from 1999 - 2008
and see us in our most unflattering moments.
Siguro kung may
magpapatulog sa akin at bigla akong dadalhin sa Singapore ala-Jun
Lozada, iisipin ko lang na nasa U.P. ako. Hindi sa Los Banos ha, kundi
sa Diliman. Therefore di ako magpapanic.
Halimbawa
yung daan mula sa mala-warehouse na budget airport papunta sa city
proper mukhang University Avenue. At yung mga kalsada sa Bedok area at
iba pang suburbs — parang Acad Oval with matching Acacia Trees sa
gilid, at enough sidewalk at space in between the buildings and the
road. At gaya sa UP, bawal ding bumaba sa kung saan-saan maliban sa mga
designated Bus Stop. (Kung hindi ka naman taga-UP, eto na lang ang
isipin mo — ang Singapore ay isang malaki at maayos na subdivision.)
Kaya nga ‘di pa man kararating ko pa lang para bang at home na at home na ako.
Click here to read more.
I
can’t see my bed. And there’s no space on my floor for me to step on.
My clothes are everywhere and so are my gadgets and personal things and
magazines plus food. Three hours left and I have yet to find my belt.
I
was told to not bring much and to just get new stuff there.But I just
can’t decide which one to leave. Mela was right when she asked, "How do
you pack your life in one luggage?"
I stare at some 200 photos
on my screen. I was supposed to blog about them before I go but instead
I’m writing this piece after reading Ken Rockwell’s advise — to save
only the best photos and to throw the rest away. I stare again and
except for one all I see is crap. Still I don’t see myself pressing the
delete button. More than the effort it’s the experience behind each
photo that stops me from doing that.
Pretty much like life. So
many memories, so many experiences and so many dreams to conquer
sometimes its just difficult to sort out which things are more
important or relevant.
"The
first thing you need to do is find some obligations to offload or
relationships to free yourself of, for if your life is too crowded in
2009, you will have no space to fit in all that’s new."
Click here to read more and see photos.
Maybe not my angel. Pero definitely an angel as I always knew. What I’m about to have, won’t be mine if not for you.
This
is not to sound materialistic. Nor to downplay every non material thing
that you shared with me. For making me happy. Pero I got a bonus from
you, something which I have always wanted since high school. Actually
yun nga ang gusto ko sanang grad gift sa akin. I so wanted one. And
pagdating ng college, I have always wanted this brand.
Everyone else, paki-basa pala ang previous blog ko na "In a manila envelope" just to see how magical this is.
To continue reading, click here.
Not that I haven’t been here for ages.
Only
last year I was here, for work, in the middle of the swarm of devotees
of the Black Nazarene. Which means I haven’t really been here but to
just a square meter of Quiapo or even less, moving only to where the
limited space would let me move.
Today, however, Quiapo is back
to its usual crowd with enough space for vendors and buyers, fortune
tellers and vagrants and pickpockets. I join them and am now walking
towards the same street I went to more than six years ago for one
special mission. Something that would have changed my life.
For more, click here.
Dahil disappointed si Red sa nabasa niya sa post ko na "January 5, 2008; Around 20 minutes after 9pm", gumawa na lang siya ng sarili niyang version.
GALENG!!!!
January 5, 2008; Around 20 minutes after 9pm…
Jeco
stood up from his chair and walked out of the news room. He decided to
pass by the 7-11 at Timog to buy some instant noodles and instant
coffee. An unusual choice of action away from his routine but something
he could not explain was driving him.
He stepped out of the GMA
building and took a whiff of stale, Manila air. With his arms akimbo he
took a glance at his surroundings. Some people were milling about
trying to catch a ride home.
Jeco sighed. It was a typical
night for him. As most of the city’s denizens rushed home, Jeco’s night
was just starting. Such was the nature of his work.
He shrugged and continued on to the store.
As he entered the swing doors he saw her at the counter, paying for an asado siopao and a bottle of C2 apple.
She caught sight of him, too.
For more of this interesting story, click here.
You were never just the reason why I tell them. Still, I always anticipate the times when you finally get to hear them.
In
many ways it is because of you that I tell so much detail in most tales
I share. I didn’t care if I’d be pathetic to others. I shout them in
public just so you can hear them, just so you know what I feel, what I
do everyday. Just so you know, without me telling it to you directly.
Because I cannot tell everything when we were alone. Time always wasn’t
enough. And my power to express seemed useless most of the time. Only
through stories am I able to be with you everyday. Not that you want it
but I want it that way anyway. It was my way to make you feel I was
always here. It didn’t even matter if you leave before the tale was
over. You dropping by to eavesdrop was enough for me. At least you know
I wasn’t far away.
Also, you were the reason why I tell codes.
And you were the reason why I didn’t elaborate most of the time I was
asked to. Not even when it was you who kept asking.
More when you click here.
