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When the mind is silent, the heart speaks.
I am still sitting on this rock, enjoying the soothing tranquility of nature. The only sound I hear is that of the smooth river current finding its way in between rocks. The river and I... just us. I am starting to believe that this is much better.
Him? He is behind that closed door, but he is very much alive in my heart. Yes, I really love him so much. I realized it now, in the midst of this solitude. The lesser I rationalize the occurrences, the clearer my emotions become.
Loud and crisp!
I pressed SEND then off it went straight to... guess where?
My boss’s YM window!
@#$%... Panic... Panic!
YMs don’t have UNDO button. I wanted to call the Yahoo! Hotline and scream. "Please add UNDO button now!"
As I was resting my head on his shoulder, I felt a sense of security that I have never felt since my Dad died. His gentle strokes on my hair sent a feeling of oneness with him... as if he is an integral part of me, the one who completes me.
My life, as I know it.
Part one - the first time.
It was the night I could never forget for the rest of my life.
There are moments between people when something happens, something non-physical, non-verbal, but mystical. It often doesn't make sense within the normal considerations of what usually contributes to such connection with the key factors being time and shared experience.
I finally set myself free from all the hurt and pain you had brought upon me. It took me a long time to finally realize that I could be a much better person without you. You only caused me so much pain and suffering by being with you.
You lead me on to something that wasn’t there.
Bakit? Anong nagawa ko para tratuhin mo ako ng ganun? Akala ko porke’t matanda ka sa akin, eh, mas matured ka kesa sa mga naging kasintahan ko. Pero mali pala ang aking akala.
Never assume or presume.
What would you do?
In fifteen days, summer vacation will be over.
Another long lonely night, eight o'clock in the evening, sitting in front of a television watching some silly, boring soap opera. I am not even paying much attention as I wonder where I would spend the rest of the night again.
Ever since I was a little girl, I've kept my silence. My mom will always fight my own battles for me as she knows how I am (mother knows best). I let people walk all over me and in the end, just cry on to my mom's shoulders and just have her fight my battles for me.
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