Brrrr....

There was a cold breeze last Sunday, the day of Paquiao's fight. It felt good, like it was meant to be on that moment. Then I relaized, yeah, it's December. Christmas time. Of course it's meant to be cold.

Then I remembered that it was the one thing I missed during last years Christmas season. It was hot then, and made the season missing something.

Jordan

Kalaro

A young couple, with their daughter of around 4 to 5 years old were sitting with me behind the FX going to Saint James/C5. We were both going home at the end of the day. The kid was sleepy, resting her head on daddy’s big thigh. Daddy was complaining how the aircon wasn’t that cold, and that her baby couldn’t sleep properly. A very burly daddy, fussing over an aircon vent so his kid can sleep soundly. It was sweet, you should’ve seen it.

Around a few minutes, after crossing Congressional at Mindanao Avenue, the kid fidgeted and cried out: “ Daddy…”

“Ano yun anak?” Asked the Dad. Both him and mommy were concerned.

“Computer…” she replied.

The couple laughed at their daughter’s reply. They thought (hell, I thought) she wasn’t feeling well and needed something. Ventilation perhaps, as the aircon wasn’t helping.

“Sige, Computer kaagad tayo. Gusto mo bang makita friendster mo?”

“Games…” was what she said.

“Sige anak, games tayo pagdating na pagdating natin sa bahay.

Yup. The kid misses her playmate.

Jordan

Maalis, Taya

It was a sign of the times when in the last Mallwide sale at Trinoma, I saw a girl casually doing her Chinese garter jumps, amidst the bluster of people walking inside.

Girls once used to do that outside their houses, amidst the bluster of neighborhood street.

Sigh.

Jordan

Rise and Shine

I recently discovered once again the magic of early mornings. That time between solemn night, and bustling day.

It's like the inbetween in travelling, like palaman on where you came from, and where you are going.

Well, minus the traffic noise of course.

And like all things magical, it's hard to catch it, especially if you tend to sleep between twelve and two am.

Holyweek Rumination

While going home on Boom's pimped out KIA Pride after a Coffee session at Tomas morato, we passed by some women standing with distinct body languages along the side of Quezon Ave.

It occurred to me that some people probably capped off their Holyweek by hiring a callgirl at Quezon Ave, or a Bakal Boy along Quezon Circle.

Jordan
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04:47am

April is Graduation Month

The first time I rode a taxi as a commuter was in 1999, when I had to go somewhere with a girlfriend who had trouble with Quezon City’s pollution. It was a moment of empowerment for me then, a mode of transportation previously only rode with adults. I was showing off to all the people around us at Philcoa, that I, at the age of 21, was a man now. I can now commute on a vehicle of convenience. I still couldn’t afford it, but still.

On that same year, occurred the second instance of me riding a taxi. I was, for old time’s sake, to fetch, and bring a former girlfriend to our college graduation. She wore a pretty dress when I arrived. She told me a story inside the taxi, of her persuading an activist batchmate of ours to join the ceremonies. “You deserve it.” She said to Biboy, regardless of your issues of proper education we did not receive (could’ve been better, always). He agreed, so he was there, and she was proud of that. She also confided in me then of her hopes to be noticed by a batchmate of ours that night. She wanted to move on from me, and I bid her luck on that matter. It was the least that I could do, as I bid farewell, and waited a bit on a corner to see the sights before leaving.

See, I dropped my thesis then, and even though I wanted to believe that it was our graduation night, I wasn’t part of it.

Jordan

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11:32pm