Saturday Evening Posts
June 27 to July 3 Edition
A Thousand Summers
We landed in Samar. A passenger got down in Calbayog, the hometown of the girl I almost legally married when I was nineteen.
Beside my window at that moment was a wooden balag, a make-shift structure where vegetable vines would climb towards the sun, like the one I clumsily but happily built in 2003 when I stayed on a farm in Marilao, Bulacan–where I also encountered a real aswang vampire.
As we cruised down the sea-side highway from Allen, poignant scenes of sloping rice fields, pre-War nipa huts and isolated tombs seared themselves in my memory under the cleansing, melancholic rain.
I crossed the magnificent San Juanico Bridge at exactly 4:06 p.m., February 9, 2013, Saturday, leaving Samar and going over to Tacloban. Just like the war hero Douglas MacArthur, I got my own Leyte Landing.
To Be Continued Next Saturday
Jonathan Aquino's Journals
April 2, 2015, Wednesday
Respect is not a birth right. It is not a gift from Mother Nature like air and water and trees. Respect is something you must prove worthy of.
I believe that it is the moral obligation of each and everyone of us to earn the respect of our fellowmen.
If you want people to respect you, show them that you deserve it. If you want people to be loyal to you, show them that you deserve their loyalty. It really is that simple. Simplicity is the heart of wisdom.
"R - E - S - P - E - C - T,
find out what it means to me..."