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A Thousand Summers (Episode 15)

Saturday Evening Posts June 27 to July 3 Edition
A Thousand Summers
Episode 15
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
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A Thousand Summers (Episode 14)

Saturday Evening Posts June 20-26 Edition
A Thousand Summers
Episode 14
I was sitting on the lifeboats at the top deck as the ship began to move. No money can buy my joy.  White foams around us, the water churns as we head to the open sea.
A short while later, I was at the highest point in front, the sea breeze embracing me like a lover, unseen lands beckoning. I knew then, with absolute certainty, that I would spend the rest of my life this way.
Then the ship began rocking violently. A freak weather had summoned fearsome waves right smack in the middle of the sea. Some of the other passengers were on the verge of panic, and I take pride that I never did. What I felt was the same inexplicable detachment just like during the invasion of the dispersal unit when I was in a rally in Mendiola in 2001. All my senses became razor sharp.
Strangely, just when death seemed imminent, I never felt more alive.
To Be Continued Next Saturday

Jonathan Aquino's Journals
March 13, 2015, Friday
I have n…

My Favorite English Songs From Francis Magalona

June 17 Wednesday Songs 

Kaleidoscope World 

Kaleidoscope World  with Parokya ni Edgar 

Girl Be Mine 

Cold Summer Nights 

Gotta Let You Know 

Loving You 

Don't Make Me Over

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A Thousand Summers (Episode 13)

Saturday Evening Posts June 13-19 Edition
A Thousand Summers

Episode 13
Our RORO bus entered the mystical province of Quezon. I saw a poignant scene of an elderly man walking up to a small house on a hill, his dog following him. That was in Candelaria, home of the world-famous lambanog, the Filipino liquor made from coconut.
There was a woman reading in a bamboo terrace, like those in Zamboanga, built on stilts over a clear, flowing river in Atimonan. I was mesmerized as we came to Gumaca, the stars were so alive; it's like being in outer space. By the time I was in Lopez,
I already had four friends monitoring my trip through text messages; that's also a metaphor for a greater reality.
I only realized I've fallen asleep when I woke up, exhausted. I looked out the window. There was no dramatic entrance, no sense of arrival, but finally I was in Bicol.
From Sorsogon, our bus boarded the inter-island cargo ferry.

To Be Continued Next Saturday

Jonathan Aquino's Journals


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June 10 Wednesday Songs 

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A Thousand Summers (Episode 12)

Saturday Evening Posts June 6-12 Edition
A Thousand Summers
Episode 12
So off we went. In San Pablo, Laguna, the town's biggest grocery, Ultimart, was dwarfed by the billboard of the local politicians pretending they're not campaigning.
It called to mind the years when I was a poll watcher as a youth volunteer for the Philippine Pastoral Council For Responsible Voting, the non-partisan electoral arm of the Catholic Church accredited by the Commission On Elections, and my eventual disillusionment with politics.
Also, I felt that the thrill of being in the countryside is somehow diminished when I hear Metro Manila radio stations, not yet knowing that their regional counterparts imitate the same format.
Or maybe I'm being too idealistic. I have an open invitation from a friend in Nueva Ecija, in the remote town of Papaya. The first time I was in that province was in the 90s, in a rest house in Cabiao where I was chased by a giant goose.
I told him I want to swim in a clearwat…

My Favorite Songs From Neil Young

June 3 Midweek Musical

I Believe In You

Four Strong Winds

Heart Of Gold

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