But of course, Jason would proceed to turn a reunion, built mostly for catching up, into a stretch of introspection.
Granted, the reunion was born of less than happy circumstances. We were meeting at a memorial chapel. His grandfather, the patriarch of the Barbero family, just passed away, and so he took the first flight from Los Angeles to Manila to pay his respects for the last time. While there was time for the usual pleasantries - how have you been? what are you up to now? - we have to keep in mind, Jason isn't exactly in a jolly state of mind.
Also, there's the fact that I went there mostly to open the time capsule we worked on together five years ago, during
that retreat in Tagaytay, that retreat where, typically, I felt terrible about having to spend it alone, more or less. I hate to say this for risk of sounding insensitive, but Jason's return smacked of pretty good timing. I didn't want to be the only one opening, and reading, five potentially personal accounts from other people.
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In a nutshell, my job means October is a month of drinking. Lots of it.
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Good whatever, Niko in five years.
DJ
ka na ba? DJ
na music columnist sa Inquirer?
Umaattend ka pa ba ng school reunion?
Ng mass?
Ng kasal ng kapatid mo?
Sana ayos ka na. I mean, five years ago
masama pa rin ang loob mo sa mundo. Wala kang room assignment,
wala kang clique,
walang gustong pumili sa'yo. But I hope you have realized by now
na all of these are there for a reason.
Hindi ito yung kinanta ni John Mayer, sure, but eventually it's like a window that's always open.
Something is bound to happen.
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Just now I made a
Google search for "how to make a good first impression". It's another one of those mood swings.
The first link was a little too business-y, and I wasn't thinking of that. It's easy to make a good first impression in a job interview. You just sound interested in a job and then sell yourself. (Not that I know. I've only been to four job interviews, and three of them ended nowhere, although I've always attributed it to me not being the right person for the job, rather than me being an overly eager wacko.) No, I'm looking for the things you do when you meet someone for the first time and want to become friends with them, as in really good friends with them.
So I clicked on the second link.
This sounds dinky enough. Also, "life strategies", it says on top.
How to make a good first impression, by some life coach. This should be interesting and annoying at the same time.
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The first I've heard of cabin fever was an episode of
MythBusters - you know, the Alaska special, where Adam Savage and Jamie Hyneman billet themselves in a cottage and basically bore themselves to death.
It's not really a sickness.
Ever-so-trustworthy Wikipedia calls it a "claustrophobic reaction" than happens when you're isolated in a small place for an extended period of time. You get bored, you get restless, and you start to hate everyone around you. Then again, it's as if you could do anything about it. You can't just get out, more so if there's something good waiting for you at the very end, or if you're getting something good the longer you stay. You get some fresh air and you stop being delusional, but you might have nothing to come back to.
Yeah, I know, I'm forcing this metaphor a little bit. But you get me, right? The longer you stay in one place, the more skewed your perspective gets. When your reality revolves around the same things, over and over again, you tend to not consider anything else. That's what I'm thinking of right now as I ponder all that's happening on my television screen lately.
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I paid six thousand bucks for my tickets to
Tuesday night's Keane concert. In theory, that should get me a relatively good spot in front . Sure, it's the ninth row, because I dithered a bit about buying a ticket, in an attempt to look for someone who would watch with me - I'm looking at you, Janelle, and also, happy birthday to your sister - but seat plans always look bigger than the arena itself. I got to my seat and was surprised at how close I am to the stage.
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