Showing posts from November, 2013

Huggybear's September Diaries (Part 4)

November 30 to December 6 Edition
Jonathan Aquino's Journals
September 14, 2013 Cebu City
The girl was sprawled face down in the middle of the street.
She was dead.
The jeep I was riding this morning on the way downtown passed by so close I could have touched her. It seemed she had been jogging and got hit. Her right leg was crossed over the other. One of her sneakers lay about two meters from her body.
Just when I had moved on from my own emotional traumas and now had begun a new life, I get a numbing reminder of just how fragile life really is.
"Every man's death diminishes me," goes the poem by John Donne that leapt into my head. "Therefore, ask not for whom the bells tolls. It tolls for thee."
September 15, 2013
Today my article "The Art of Solving Problems" got published in Manila Bulletin, I read Paulo Coehlo's Aleph and I did the Smashwords interview for my eBooks.
My first eBook novel, Jukebox, went live last Thursday. Also on that da…

Bruce Springsteen Tribute

November 23-29 Edition
Bruce Springsteen Soul Realization Get Smart 127 Hours

My story, "Immortal Dictums From Rock Legends" appeared in July 21, 2013 in Philippine Panorama, the weekend magazine of The Manila Bulletin. This is the cover letter to the editor:
Bruce Springsteen says his Born To Run album is his "most intense experience" and "nothing ever come close." That was from a 1975 interview for Q magazine and part of the In Their Own Words series, both published by Omnibus Press.
My love for music and collection of vintage Omnibus publications inspired my new timeless story, "Immortal Dictums From Rock Legends," a treasure house of insightful and entertaining stories on Elvis Presley, Bob Dylan, Jimi Hendrix, Led Zeppelin and The Beatles.
I find some parallels in writing my story and how Springsteen made that album. "It really dealt with faith and searching for answers," as he says in 1980. "I laid out a set of values. A set o…

Huggybear's September 2013 Diaries (Part 3)

November 16-22 Edition
Jonathan Aquino's Journals
September 8, 2013
I have a phobia about expecting anything from people.
"It's just that I recall," just like in the song, "back when I was small, someone promised that they'd catch me, and then they let me fall..."
Fallin' Robert Klein

I came to a point where I only hope that a person is fair. That's it. I don't ask for loyalty because I would eventually be gone anyway. I don't ask for special treatment because there's a price I can never pay.
"I don't want to be tied to anyone's strings," just like in that New Wave ballad. "I'm carefully trying to steer clear of those things..."
Somebody Depeche Mode

We all want love, of course. I believe the best way to receive love is to give love, showing that you deserve it. When I was a kid, I thought everybody loves each other, and you don't hurt the people you love.
"I don't care what they, I won&…

How "Hilot" Works

November 9-15 Edition
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I heard Basil Valdez's Lift Up Your Hands on a Sunday morning on August 18, 2013, and I suddenly realized how I've changed.
 I still like the song but now when I hear it, my mind goes to the almost-countless religious people I've come across.
They talk of doctrines but stab others in the back. They play gospel music but don't care if it's too loud.
 And they all call themselves Christians. 
That song playing now is coming from a neighbor's loud radio on the street below. I'm in my second-floor apartment in Lahug, the one with a balcony and a French-style window. The racket was blaring up along with the wafting smell of fried pork chorizo.
I used to have a friend, whom I'll call Long-Hair to protect his privacy. He's not my friend anymore because he broke my trust. But his son is my godson and always will be.
Long-Hair stole the salaries in a construction s…

Huggybear's September 2013 Diaries (Part 2)

November 2-8 Edition
Jonathan Aquino's Journals
September 4, 2013
I had a telepathic time-traveling dream again. I keep talking to voices when I couldn't see anyone, jumping from one scene to another like a pingpong ball.
I was walking in the woods, giant trees all around me. It's like an enchanted forest from a Brothers Grimm story. At the end of the clearing, I saw the mansion in Antipolo in Rizal province in the Philippines where I grew up. I saw my aunt Mama Bai, who died in 1989.
She was standing in front of the outdoor kitchen sink that's full of water, her hands submerged, washing something but I couldn't see what it was. We were talking and laughing. I was asking for something that's strapped to her waist but she wouldn't give it to me because it's dangerous.
I jumped to another place but I couldn't see anything except a sort of endless void, colored like coffee with cream. A voice was telling me that a certain temple in Jerusalem used to …