excerpt from an old diary

While the Southwest Monsoon (Habagat) was cruelly hitting the metropolis last Tuesday, Leoncio and I were stuck at home. And while he find it always soothing to stay in bed I turn aside. I always save my sleep at night. I kept myself busy with things I don’t normally do on a regular weekend and holidays. That is digging up my old things and picking up those that I might need soon.

I felt I was born to write my story, the everyday bustle and hassle and everything that goes in between. And even if my grammar sucks and my ideas bore people to death, I want something I could always look back besides I don’t write for anyone either to please everyone. I started to write my own piece as early as in grade school, I used old notebooks at that time because perfumed stationeries and notebooks were special collections then. In high school, I had a formal diary which the English lecturer checks regularly. By the time I went to the university I had a decent writing pad to account the daily undertakings of a college lass away from home. When I started working in the telecom industry I started to write short stories that were obviously related to me. I would always make a printed copy of it and compile and read it randomly during late nights. I even had letters kept unsent. I can’t remember who gave me my first corporate diary, all I can recall was it made me start a detailed journal of everyday –the movies I’d seen, the food I ate, the people I was with and the trip I joined, the happy times and the not so happy ones. It became the extension of my life.

And even before I signed up a blog in 2008 I was maintaining a photo blog in Multiply back then alongside with the hand-written journals that I had. But because we moved in at this apartment house in 2006, I only had diaries starting 2006 at hand. It made me smile to read once more how life has been that year.

January 2006, after a month of tying the knot in a church wedding somewhere in Tagaytay, Leoncio and I moved in to our still pink home. It was like playing bahay-bahayan during the first few months but we eventually get used to it.

February 2006, six years ago when I had my significant advancement. I couldn’t thank enough my mentor in the early years, the one who sees the many faults in me but taught me how to be strong all along.

April 2006, we’ve been big fans of Ice Age since then and Sunday remained to be supermarket day until today.

I always had beautiful summer with my P friends; it was our last Puerto Galera trip. I miss them all and the fun we had.

May 2006, my first time to visit Hongkong sponsored by the company. It was grandiose to stay at the Marco Polo Hotel in TST and went on shopping with my colleagues.

June 2006, our Sunday remained busy as is except that we had time to jog. I suddenly miss Binondo on this.

Oh I never thought I was too much of a health buff that year, hmmmnnnn…

Ge’s leaving Manila shook me, my partner in crime will no longer be within my reach. We gave him a remarkable send-off only that when he returned things were never been the same.

July 2006, I cried a river of Kulet’s passing away. By the way, Kulet was my yellow lab who was 6yo then. I terribly miss her that I had a hard time deciding to get B after a year. Maybe Kulet was happy of my decision because it made easy for me to go on.

December 2006, our first trip to Baguio as a couple. We had a good time embracing the chilly weather and like honeymooner’s we doesn’t want to leave the Pine City so soon.

Hey, it was a shopping weekend to account.

And Christmas remains to be my favorite time of the year, the Starbucks tradition on Christmas Day wasn’t missed.

Every year I make sure to get my own Starbucks diary only that this times I don’t need to write down everything on it. The online journal –my blogs keep me company every day, it keeps me sensible at things but there are limits to it because I choose to write only the happy notes this time.

 

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