Hello again, blog!

It's 6:37 (it will change in a bit, but I'm sticking with this time) and I'm waiting for friends to drop by in my favorite hangout, Starbucks. After a very long week, I just feel so tired, so exhausted. Imagine spending almost the entire day in the office trying so hard to meet deadlines, waiting for my uncle after office, some nights drinking until the wee hours of the morning. It's Friday, and thank God, I have nothing much to do tonight but have a quiet time with friends.

Speaking of friends, I would like to introduce you to a friend of mine who just happened to drop by. His name is Jovy (well, I'd prefer to call him that), a 79-year-old chap who lives in San Francisco who just happens to like to stay in the Philippines more than in the US. He is a Filipino and he went there during his late teens after his family was given a chance to live there. His father helped the Americans during the second world war.

Being with Jovy is like being in a page of Tuesdays with Morrie. He would tell us stories of his youth, of how life was in wartime Tondo, his late wife and the San Francisco earthquake a couple of decades back, or his friends back in San Francisco and so much more. It is always welcome break to be chatting with this guy, sometimes sharing funny antics, with a few curses here and there. Well, right this very moment, he is telling me stories about his trip to Hong Kong and how amazed he was with Victoria Peak. The funny thing is, I can still manage to type this blog while looking him straight in the eye, listening to his stories. Now, that's journalism in action!