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Philippine Connection - July 23, 2002 Tuesday Much like the few previous days, writing this journal eats up into my workout time and my reading time of Astral Dynamics but from a posterity perspective, it's all worth it. Farmer's Market I tagged along Dad to Farmer's Market to buy fresh fruits - santol, lanzones, longan, santol, atis, lychees, rambutans, mangosteens, pineapple and bananas. I can't help but feel it had something to do with my passing remark yesterday when I said, "a fruit breakfast is always nice." Visiting after 13 years of absence certainly has its perks. While tempting to conclude that it's cool to stay and live here, I have to snap out of it and remind myself I'm experiencing all this from a passing tourist's perspective. It'd be a lot different if I had to work my butt off making a living. We also shopped for seafood - prawns, tangigue, tuna collar, blue marlin and crabs. I remember my kumpareng Danny repeatedly telling me how great grilled tuna collar (panga ng bariles) is with beer. We in fact went around Kensington Market (Canada) looking for it but didn't find any. So this picture's for you, Danny. Tita Neneng and Tito Ben Tita Neneng and her husband Tito Ben picked me up lunch. We proceeded to their place where I browsed into the family album containing childhood pictures I haven't seen before. It's like being sucked into a time warp. We later went for lunch at Rack's inside Mega Mall and then walked around. They dropped me off and I took a snooze for whatever happens tonight. Marielle Using TJ's car, I drove to Starbucks to meet Marielle (see entry July 16 and July 21). I got to meet her good friend Nicole as well and we chilled over java talking about job prospects, travel, and hobbies. Not being able to have them join me for dinner, I continued working on this journal over a solitary dinner at Shakey's, just a few steps from Starbucks. Big Sky Mind I hooked up with TJ and Gold and headed up to Big Sky Mind - I was hurting for cool vibe. Unfortunately, Marielle couldn't join us there either. Being there instills a reassuring calm in my demeanor. If I were alone with no one else to hang with, this will be my stop - a cool place to chill and soak in the vibe with good company (even strangers). I met the wiry and tattooed Hank, creator of the kick-ass cocktail, Adios Mother Fucker (AMF). Cindy, I believe one of the bar owners, was likewise a pleasant presence. I gave Julia Clarete a surprise call to schedule a few things up ahead. Poetry Gold and I had a chance to talk about her poetry. While she had words for poetry, I had moments or motion that define poetry. A good example of poetry in motion would be the cat-like guile and agility of my rock-climbing instructor Adrian as he managed to gracefully boulder from one end of the room to the next....or becoming part of the poetry myself - that end-of-winter night as I was riding my bike home at the stroke of midnight when there was nobody else on the street but me, my bike and the silence of the night...and from nowhere, a little hail happened, pelting my helmet into what sounded like a lyrical bell chime. That evening had MOMENT written on it. --- TheLoneRider July 3, 2002»» next story ARCHIVE 2025:
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