February 22 - Saturday
Mercy, Honey, Butch, Yan and I went to Beli’s party. It was pretty crowded. When Honey disappeared with Mildred for a while, the green-eyed monster appeared again. He later assured me that he was only typing something – it still bugged me.
February 24 - Monday
Guy Cooper returns from LA today at 10:45 pm. (Guy Cooper was the director/production manager of the company I worked for. We produced television commercials and documentaries - more notably San Miguel, Sarsi commercials (the San Miguel commercial won an international prize!) and we produced the documentary about the Philippines, etc. when Macapagal visited the US.)
February 26 - Wednesday
I had dinner with Cliff at Alba’s and then we went to an MTG meeting. Later we went to the “Safari.” I had the usual nice evening but again I kept wishing it was Honey instead of Cliff and it isn’t fair to Cliff at all, but I can’t help it.
February 28 - Friday
Mike invited me to go with him to Baguio on Sunday. Is he nuts?!!! Declined.
February 29 - Saturday
Payday. Party at Litton home.
March 3 - Tuesday
Cliff invited me to a Sunday outing. Declined.
March 4 - Wednesday
Spent the evening at Mercy’s house.
March 5 - Thursday
Attended premier of “Walls of Hell” with George, Yan, Mitch, etc.
March 6 - Friday
Lunch at Mercy’s house.
March 7 - Saturday
Purim Ball. Did not go ....Played Scrabble and ate dinner at Mercy’s house. Very nice evening!!
March 8 - Sunday Nena Marti and Carlos Garcia - birthdays
Yan’s house this afternoon.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
February 3 - 19, 1964
February 3 - Monday
Cliff called.
February 4 - Tuesday
George took me to the movies to see “Take Her She’s Mine.” Saw Mrs. Rindler and Cliff. (George took ME to a movie? By myself??)
February 5 - Wednesday
Talked with Yan and Mitch over the phone.
February 6 - Thursday
MTG at 6:30. (MTG stands for Manila Theater Guild - the drama group at the Army and Navy Club.)
February 8 - Saturday
Went to Elisa Llamoglia’s debut with Honey, Mercy, Yan, Mitch and Nadia. The food was the best I’ve ever eaten yet and we had champagne and Chianti. I was a teeny bit high and Honey looked so handsome in his blue suit. (40 plus years later, Elisa sent me copies of the picture of that prom and I looked pretty good. Honey is sitting beside me at the table. Why I don’t say more about that evening is beyond me but I can see that my long diary entries are over. One liners from here on and sporadic at that.)
February 17 - Monday
After the play I went to the “Woodshed” with Mike. Kim (ugh) and Fifi joined us later. I think Kim is the ikkiest there is! (I'd give anything to remember who Kim was. I know she/he? worked at "Production Associates" with me but I'll be darned if I remember him. I do remember Mike. Gosh, how I wish I hadn't lost my 1963 diary. It would clarify so much!)
February 19 - Wednesday
Today we went to Lido Beach. It was fun except I think I’m terribly jealous of Merche. If I saw Honey talking to her too much I’d suddenly get depressed. Honey looked good enough to eat in black trunks and slightly sun-burned on his face. (Yeah, that would’ve done it for me though saying a guy looked good enough to eat wouldn’t be so innocent said today. In my day planner - Mercy wrote over the entry “BLAST” for this day. I wonder what was going on with her. Obviously I was to engrossed with her brother’s comings and goings to write about hers.)
Once again, I am reminding all that this "diary" was more of notes I wrote on a date-book planner, not a real diary like in the past, hence I've skipped some days. It maddens me that I was not as expansive in explaining events and feelings this year but I was too in a hurry to be an "adult" and get on with life's adventures. Had I only known.....
Cliff called.
February 4 - Tuesday
George took me to the movies to see “Take Her She’s Mine.” Saw Mrs. Rindler and Cliff. (George took ME to a movie? By myself??)
February 5 - Wednesday
Talked with Yan and Mitch over the phone.
February 6 - Thursday
MTG at 6:30. (MTG stands for Manila Theater Guild - the drama group at the Army and Navy Club.)
February 8 - Saturday
Went to Elisa Llamoglia’s debut with Honey, Mercy, Yan, Mitch and Nadia. The food was the best I’ve ever eaten yet and we had champagne and Chianti. I was a teeny bit high and Honey looked so handsome in his blue suit. (40 plus years later, Elisa sent me copies of the picture of that prom and I looked pretty good. Honey is sitting beside me at the table. Why I don’t say more about that evening is beyond me but I can see that my long diary entries are over. One liners from here on and sporadic at that.)
February 17 - Monday
After the play I went to the “Woodshed” with Mike. Kim (ugh) and Fifi joined us later. I think Kim is the ikkiest there is! (I'd give anything to remember who Kim was. I know she/he? worked at "Production Associates" with me but I'll be darned if I remember him. I do remember Mike. Gosh, how I wish I hadn't lost my 1963 diary. It would clarify so much!)
February 19 - Wednesday
Today we went to Lido Beach. It was fun except I think I’m terribly jealous of Merche. If I saw Honey talking to her too much I’d suddenly get depressed. Honey looked good enough to eat in black trunks and slightly sun-burned on his face. (Yeah, that would’ve done it for me though saying a guy looked good enough to eat wouldn’t be so innocent said today. In my day planner - Mercy wrote over the entry “BLAST” for this day. I wonder what was going on with her. Obviously I was to engrossed with her brother’s comings and goings to write about hers.)
Once again, I am reminding all that this "diary" was more of notes I wrote on a date-book planner, not a real diary like in the past, hence I've skipped some days. It maddens me that I was not as expansive in explaining events and feelings this year but I was too in a hurry to be an "adult" and get on with life's adventures. Had I only known.....
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Januaary 23 - February 1, 1964
January 23 - Thursday
Today, Chuck, Rudi and I ate lunch together at the “Summit” restaurant. Mercy read me Cosme’s letter over the phone. Mom and I went shopping this evening and I bought a pair of shoes and a handbag.
January 24 - Friday
I went to the reading of “The Bad Seed” at the ANC. I’m to be prompter again. I wonder if Cliff will do anything this time. (“Under the Yum-Yum Tree” the play at the Manila Theater Guild where I met Cliff (he played the “Hogan” the lead character and I was prompter) took place some time in the fall of 1963.) Met Wendy and Dick there while waiting for Dad to pick me up. I also saw George Jacob. We went to Tita Trining’s house this evening. Carmita looks better than I’ve ever seen her - twenty years younger. Mercy informed me that Dinny Manotoc will invite her to the Junior Prom. Lucky her - my dream would be to go with Honey - hah!
January 25 - Saturday
This has been one of those days. I guess the root of everything is that Honey is taking Angela Araneta to the prom. (Did he really take her after all?! I don’t even know who Angela Araneta is - Linggoy’s sister, maybe?) I know I shouldn’t care but darned it, I do! I wasn’t very pleasant to Honey this evening either. Instead of acting mature and sensible about this, I’m acting like a foolish adolescent. I wouldn’t like me either.
January 26 - Sunday
I ate lunch at Mercy’s house this noon. In the afternoon, Yan came and I took pictures of the Muniosguren clan - Maripi, Mercy, Emil, Tito Eugenio. We also played Scrabble. I called George up and he called me back. I invited him to my house for Valentine’s Day. (?????) This evening we all went to the Cojuangco residence for a party. Keney came with us. He looked especially yummy tonight. He danced a slow dance with Jo-Ann Murphy and I must admit I was green with envy. (All these people were introduced into my life in 1963 but since I lost the diary from that year, I can’t remember who they are and interestingly enough, why did we all go to the Cojuangco home?!!!) We ate a delicious supper. Mercy told me that Honey has asked her again why I cried on New Year’s Eve. And I would like to know why he’s so interested or even cares. (Now, I remember why I cried on New Year’s Eve 1964, but I’m still not telling. What I don’t remember is if Mercy knew but if my memory serves me right, she didn’t know either. Now I know, she really didn’t care. Honey being the smart cookie that he is and who always has been sensitive to my sensitivities, I think at the back of his 20 year old mind, he sort of knew. But unless Honey asks me, the reason why will go with me to the grave.)
January 27 - Monday
This evening I went to the Ramos residence in Marikina. It’s one of the liveliest homes I’ve ever seen. I met the Ramos’s youngest daughter, Susan, who is very sweet and charming. She also happens to be Angela Araneta’s classmate. Mr. Ramos asked me to invite Cliff next time. Very pleasant evening.
January 31 - Friday
Today I had my hair cut and I’m quite happy I did. It doesn’t look bad at all. Mercy liked it and Honey says its alright. Went to Anne Murphy’s house this evening. Jo-Anne tells us that Cynthia Lebrun and Angela Araneta spent the entire time fighting over Honey. Actually, I think Jo-Anne likes him too. (Didn’t every red-blooded female in Manila “like” Honey Muniosguren at one time or another?!!) We played “Charades.” Honey, Yan and I against everyone else.
February 1 - Saturday
Tita Chat took pictures of me today. I hope, for once, that they come out good. Tonight is La Salle’s Junior-Senior Prom. Mercy has gone with Dinny Manotoc and Honey with Angela Araneta. (Guess he did go with her after all. I’m laughing at myself this minute as I type this because, it STILL bugs me!)* I was at Mercy’s house this afternoon. (Am I a glutton for punishment, or what!)
*Remember that anything in bold and italics included in the diary entries (this year as well as the past 1961, 1962), I added when I was transcribing these diaries in 2005 and brought the printed copies to Manila in 2006. Now I may think differently, but if I changed anything I would not be true to my thoughts in the early 60s when I wrote my diaries, or 2005 when I transcribed them.
Today, Chuck, Rudi and I ate lunch together at the “Summit” restaurant. Mercy read me Cosme’s letter over the phone. Mom and I went shopping this evening and I bought a pair of shoes and a handbag.
January 24 - Friday
I went to the reading of “The Bad Seed” at the ANC. I’m to be prompter again. I wonder if Cliff will do anything this time. (“Under the Yum-Yum Tree” the play at the Manila Theater Guild where I met Cliff (he played the “Hogan” the lead character and I was prompter) took place some time in the fall of 1963.) Met Wendy and Dick there while waiting for Dad to pick me up. I also saw George Jacob. We went to Tita Trining’s house this evening. Carmita looks better than I’ve ever seen her - twenty years younger. Mercy informed me that Dinny Manotoc will invite her to the Junior Prom. Lucky her - my dream would be to go with Honey - hah!
January 25 - Saturday
This has been one of those days. I guess the root of everything is that Honey is taking Angela Araneta to the prom. (Did he really take her after all?! I don’t even know who Angela Araneta is - Linggoy’s sister, maybe?) I know I shouldn’t care but darned it, I do! I wasn’t very pleasant to Honey this evening either. Instead of acting mature and sensible about this, I’m acting like a foolish adolescent. I wouldn’t like me either.
January 26 - Sunday
I ate lunch at Mercy’s house this noon. In the afternoon, Yan came and I took pictures of the Muniosguren clan - Maripi, Mercy, Emil, Tito Eugenio. We also played Scrabble. I called George up and he called me back. I invited him to my house for Valentine’s Day. (?????) This evening we all went to the Cojuangco residence for a party. Keney came with us. He looked especially yummy tonight. He danced a slow dance with Jo-Ann Murphy and I must admit I was green with envy. (All these people were introduced into my life in 1963 but since I lost the diary from that year, I can’t remember who they are and interestingly enough, why did we all go to the Cojuangco home?!!!) We ate a delicious supper. Mercy told me that Honey has asked her again why I cried on New Year’s Eve. And I would like to know why he’s so interested or even cares. (Now, I remember why I cried on New Year’s Eve 1964, but I’m still not telling. What I don’t remember is if Mercy knew but if my memory serves me right, she didn’t know either. Now I know, she really didn’t care. Honey being the smart cookie that he is and who always has been sensitive to my sensitivities, I think at the back of his 20 year old mind, he sort of knew. But unless Honey asks me, the reason why will go with me to the grave.)
January 27 - Monday
This evening I went to the Ramos residence in Marikina. It’s one of the liveliest homes I’ve ever seen. I met the Ramos’s youngest daughter, Susan, who is very sweet and charming. She also happens to be Angela Araneta’s classmate. Mr. Ramos asked me to invite Cliff next time. Very pleasant evening.
January 31 - Friday
Today I had my hair cut and I’m quite happy I did. It doesn’t look bad at all. Mercy liked it and Honey says its alright. Went to Anne Murphy’s house this evening. Jo-Anne tells us that Cynthia Lebrun and Angela Araneta spent the entire time fighting over Honey. Actually, I think Jo-Anne likes him too. (Didn’t every red-blooded female in Manila “like” Honey Muniosguren at one time or another?!!) We played “Charades.” Honey, Yan and I against everyone else.
February 1 - Saturday
Tita Chat took pictures of me today. I hope, for once, that they come out good. Tonight is La Salle’s Junior-Senior Prom. Mercy has gone with Dinny Manotoc and Honey with Angela Araneta. (Guess he did go with her after all. I’m laughing at myself this minute as I type this because, it STILL bugs me!)* I was at Mercy’s house this afternoon. (Am I a glutton for punishment, or what!)
*Remember that anything in bold and italics included in the diary entries (this year as well as the past 1961, 1962), I added when I was transcribing these diaries in 2005 and brought the printed copies to Manila in 2006. Now I may think differently, but if I changed anything I would not be true to my thoughts in the early 60s when I wrote my diaries, or 2005 when I transcribed them.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
January 13 - 22, 1964
January 13 - Monday
I enjoyed “The Nurses” tonight. I really have nothing important to say. I saw Dick on the way home. It’s been a pretty depressing day. I fixed up my closets and spoke to Mercy over the phone. Lousy day.
January 14 - Tuesday
I had a very nice day at the office. Mercy came home this evening and we chatted until she left at 7:30. As usual the pendulum of our conversation kept swinging from Honey to George to Honey and back to George. They’re playing “The Way You Look Tonight” over the radio. I wonder what Cliff thinks of Saturday. I’m frankly curious. (And, I frankly don’t know what I was wondering or curious about.) I long for Honey’s company again.
January 15 - Wednesday
Payday today and I bought film for my camera. Dad took a picture of me with his Polaroid camera. (And I still have that picture in my album. One of my favorite pictures taken of me - I’m standing relaxed and happy, smiling at my father, wearing a striped sleeveless shirt and white shorts. I remember the moment as if it were yesterday.) I was just imagining while taking a bath, that of all the guys I have liked stood before me and asked me to dance like - Cliff, Carlos, Cosme, Mitch, Nacho, Arno and Honey - the guy I would say yes to without hesitation is Honey.
January 16 - Thursday
My godmother (Esther Arana) was home this noon before I got home. She brought me a pretty gold bracelet from Spain. (Oh, that lovely bracelet - it just evoked a string of memories - more importantly that Cliff exchanged the 4 pink opal beads on it with pearls in Japan and I added the solid gold coin my father gave me when Frances was born to it. Only to take it off on Christmas morning of 1967 lay it on the table, then forgot about it, scooped up all the Christmas wrappings (bracelet among them) and dumped in the incinerator! One of the things I’ve lost that to this day, fills me with remorse.) Margotin left me her album of her debut to see and will eat lunch here at home tomorrow. Mercy came home this afternoon and we chatted as usual about Honey and George. We ate merienda at “Tasa de Oro.” Poor Chuck is quite in love with his girlfriend and doesn’t know whether to march to the altar or not. Mr. Cooper leaves tomorrow for Los Angeles. I’ll miss him. Hope to very much see Honey tomorrow.
January 17 - Friday
I spent the whole evening with Honey, Chiqui and Albert. Mercy had a date. We played Scrabble. The subject of Muneca came up and why I had cried. Honey asked why again but Mom came to the rescue by picking me up to go home so nothing else happened. (Now, here is something I have only a slim memory off. I remember Honey inquiring why I had cried, but I don’t remember the incident that prompted it, why it involved Honey and who in the heck Muneca was!) I’m very much in love with Honey. It’s not a heart-throbbing, pulse racing sort of thing, but quiet and sure. Mr. Cooper left today and we saw him off at the airport.
January 18 - Saturday
I was in Mercy’s house again this afternoon. Later Yan called up and invited us to a movie. Mom, Mercy, Maryanne, Yan and I went to the Rizal to see “Bye-Bye Birdie.” Mercy was being quite pesada this evening. Tomorrow we have to wake up early to go to Mass before leaving to catch the boat to Corregidor. I’m so happy Honey is coming with us.
January 19 - Sunday
I never was more tired in my entire life. I’m also as red as a lobster. The boat trip wasn’t the fun we expected. Too many people and lousy food. The trip back though was more pleasant. It was quite chilly as the sun went down and Mercy, Honey and I were huddled together. There was a moment Honey’s face was 2 inches away from mine and quite bad for my system. When we were close together, Honey put his head on my lap and sort of dozed and I was running my fingers through his hair and I thought why couldn’t this be forever....
January 20 - Monday
I was in Mercy’s house this evening. She’s really head over heels in love with George and very confused. Just before I left to come home, Honey came upstairs. It’s funny there’s no pulse-racing, heart hammering (like the rest of the guys I “liked” before) but it’s a quiet awareness of his presence. Rudy Ledesma is a darling. Deposited first 10 pesos in the OBM.
January 21 - Tuesday
Mercy and I went to Mass together this noon. She ate lunch at home and later we went to her house. We played Scrabble and I beat her. Later, Honey arrived and we had merienda and played Scrabble again. I was leading all the way but Honey beat me at the end. I’ll beat him yet. Next to my parents, I guess the people I’m closest to are Mercy and Honey. I hope the pictures from the boat trip develop alright. I never thought I was the jealous type but the moment I hear Honey’s name mentioned with another girl....
January 22 - Wednesday
The afternoon all the Production Associates staff went down to OBM for a meeting with E.B. Ramos, Jr. He made a very strong impression on me. He mentioned the fact that Cliff had been to his office and had mentioned me. Cliff made with the disappearing act though. I got the pictures of the Corregidor boat trip and they came out pretty sharp. Mr. Ramon mentioning Cliff to me set me to thinking about him. I sort of miss him now and then in a way. I want to go to Mercy’s house tomorrow to show them the pictures but people will think I live there! (Duh. I guess somewhere between September 1962 and January 1964 I exchanged the ANC for Mercy’s house. My mother certainly thought I should just move my bed over there.)
I enjoyed “The Nurses” tonight. I really have nothing important to say. I saw Dick on the way home. It’s been a pretty depressing day. I fixed up my closets and spoke to Mercy over the phone. Lousy day.
January 14 - Tuesday
I had a very nice day at the office. Mercy came home this evening and we chatted until she left at 7:30. As usual the pendulum of our conversation kept swinging from Honey to George to Honey and back to George. They’re playing “The Way You Look Tonight” over the radio. I wonder what Cliff thinks of Saturday. I’m frankly curious. (And, I frankly don’t know what I was wondering or curious about.) I long for Honey’s company again.
January 15 - Wednesday
Payday today and I bought film for my camera. Dad took a picture of me with his Polaroid camera. (And I still have that picture in my album. One of my favorite pictures taken of me - I’m standing relaxed and happy, smiling at my father, wearing a striped sleeveless shirt and white shorts. I remember the moment as if it were yesterday.) I was just imagining while taking a bath, that of all the guys I have liked stood before me and asked me to dance like - Cliff, Carlos, Cosme, Mitch, Nacho, Arno and Honey - the guy I would say yes to without hesitation is Honey.
January 16 - Thursday
My godmother (Esther Arana) was home this noon before I got home. She brought me a pretty gold bracelet from Spain. (Oh, that lovely bracelet - it just evoked a string of memories - more importantly that Cliff exchanged the 4 pink opal beads on it with pearls in Japan and I added the solid gold coin my father gave me when Frances was born to it. Only to take it off on Christmas morning of 1967 lay it on the table, then forgot about it, scooped up all the Christmas wrappings (bracelet among them) and dumped in the incinerator! One of the things I’ve lost that to this day, fills me with remorse.) Margotin left me her album of her debut to see and will eat lunch here at home tomorrow. Mercy came home this afternoon and we chatted as usual about Honey and George. We ate merienda at “Tasa de Oro.” Poor Chuck is quite in love with his girlfriend and doesn’t know whether to march to the altar or not. Mr. Cooper leaves tomorrow for Los Angeles. I’ll miss him. Hope to very much see Honey tomorrow.
January 17 - Friday
I spent the whole evening with Honey, Chiqui and Albert. Mercy had a date. We played Scrabble. The subject of Muneca came up and why I had cried. Honey asked why again but Mom came to the rescue by picking me up to go home so nothing else happened. (Now, here is something I have only a slim memory off. I remember Honey inquiring why I had cried, but I don’t remember the incident that prompted it, why it involved Honey and who in the heck Muneca was!) I’m very much in love with Honey. It’s not a heart-throbbing, pulse racing sort of thing, but quiet and sure. Mr. Cooper left today and we saw him off at the airport.
January 18 - Saturday
I was in Mercy’s house again this afternoon. Later Yan called up and invited us to a movie. Mom, Mercy, Maryanne, Yan and I went to the Rizal to see “Bye-Bye Birdie.” Mercy was being quite pesada this evening. Tomorrow we have to wake up early to go to Mass before leaving to catch the boat to Corregidor. I’m so happy Honey is coming with us.
January 19 - Sunday
I never was more tired in my entire life. I’m also as red as a lobster. The boat trip wasn’t the fun we expected. Too many people and lousy food. The trip back though was more pleasant. It was quite chilly as the sun went down and Mercy, Honey and I were huddled together. There was a moment Honey’s face was 2 inches away from mine and quite bad for my system. When we were close together, Honey put his head on my lap and sort of dozed and I was running my fingers through his hair and I thought why couldn’t this be forever....
January 20 - Monday
I was in Mercy’s house this evening. She’s really head over heels in love with George and very confused. Just before I left to come home, Honey came upstairs. It’s funny there’s no pulse-racing, heart hammering (like the rest of the guys I “liked” before) but it’s a quiet awareness of his presence. Rudy Ledesma is a darling. Deposited first 10 pesos in the OBM.
January 21 - Tuesday
Mercy and I went to Mass together this noon. She ate lunch at home and later we went to her house. We played Scrabble and I beat her. Later, Honey arrived and we had merienda and played Scrabble again. I was leading all the way but Honey beat me at the end. I’ll beat him yet. Next to my parents, I guess the people I’m closest to are Mercy and Honey. I hope the pictures from the boat trip develop alright. I never thought I was the jealous type but the moment I hear Honey’s name mentioned with another girl....
January 22 - Wednesday
The afternoon all the Production Associates staff went down to OBM for a meeting with E.B. Ramos, Jr. He made a very strong impression on me. He mentioned the fact that Cliff had been to his office and had mentioned me. Cliff made with the disappearing act though. I got the pictures of the Corregidor boat trip and they came out pretty sharp. Mr. Ramon mentioning Cliff to me set me to thinking about him. I sort of miss him now and then in a way. I want to go to Mercy’s house tomorrow to show them the pictures but people will think I live there! (Duh. I guess somewhere between September 1962 and January 1964 I exchanged the ANC for Mercy’s house. My mother certainly thought I should just move my bed over there.)
Monday, December 7, 2009
January 6 - 12, 1964
January 6 - Monday
I had a wonderful, truly wonderful evening. Cliff picked me up in his cute little Volkswagen Beetle and we headed for the Del Rosario residence. I was one of the youngest women there. I met of a couple of senators, Carlos Romulo’s son, some presidents of banks and a Doctora Consing who was very charming. Someone thought I was Cliff’s wife but we tactfully ignored that. Cliff is such a nice person and I’m quite fond of him and a little confused. I didn’t think of Honey once this whole evening. Cliff isn’t Honey but he’s Cliff. There couldn’t be two more different people.
January 9 - Thursday
I went to Mercy’s house this evening and I really don’t know why I go there. It’s just Honey, Honey, Honey, Honey. He lent me TIME and NEWSWEEK and the book “Catcher In the Rye.” I am so crazy about him. I wish I could go out with him on Saturday but that’s life.
January 10 - Friday
Just stayed home and watched “The Bob Hope Show” on TV. Am going to bed early.
January 11 - Saturday
My hair looks great and I only accompanied Mercy to the beauty parlor. Ate lunch at her house. Cliff picked me up at seven sharp this evening. We went to the Madrid, Safari and Shangrila. Saw Dita Veloso with Gigi Garcia at the Shangrila. We danced quite close and held hands and the awful thing about it was that I kept wishing it was Honey and wondered what he was doing. Cliff is a most wonderful guy but I’m not in love with him or even falling for him though I’m afraid he is with me.
January 12 - Sunday
Tonight I realized while talking to Honey that he likes me as a friend, which of course makes me end up nowhere. I feel pretty empty this evening. Sort of devoid of any emotion for anyone. Cliff I just like and Honey - well, he’ll always be tops with me. (And so it goes, and so it is, 40 years later...) Oh well, it’ll all work out somehow. Honey told me this evening he will come with us on the boat trip to Corregidor next Sunday. I’m so glad and I hope everything turns out alright.
I had a wonderful, truly wonderful evening. Cliff picked me up in his cute little Volkswagen Beetle and we headed for the Del Rosario residence. I was one of the youngest women there. I met of a couple of senators, Carlos Romulo’s son, some presidents of banks and a Doctora Consing who was very charming. Someone thought I was Cliff’s wife but we tactfully ignored that. Cliff is such a nice person and I’m quite fond of him and a little confused. I didn’t think of Honey once this whole evening. Cliff isn’t Honey but he’s Cliff. There couldn’t be two more different people.
January 9 - Thursday
I went to Mercy’s house this evening and I really don’t know why I go there. It’s just Honey, Honey, Honey, Honey. He lent me TIME and NEWSWEEK and the book “Catcher In the Rye.” I am so crazy about him. I wish I could go out with him on Saturday but that’s life.
January 10 - Friday
Just stayed home and watched “The Bob Hope Show” on TV. Am going to bed early.
January 11 - Saturday
My hair looks great and I only accompanied Mercy to the beauty parlor. Ate lunch at her house. Cliff picked me up at seven sharp this evening. We went to the Madrid, Safari and Shangrila. Saw Dita Veloso with Gigi Garcia at the Shangrila. We danced quite close and held hands and the awful thing about it was that I kept wishing it was Honey and wondered what he was doing. Cliff is a most wonderful guy but I’m not in love with him or even falling for him though I’m afraid he is with me.
January 12 - Sunday
Tonight I realized while talking to Honey that he likes me as a friend, which of course makes me end up nowhere. I feel pretty empty this evening. Sort of devoid of any emotion for anyone. Cliff I just like and Honey - well, he’ll always be tops with me. (And so it goes, and so it is, 40 years later...) Oh well, it’ll all work out somehow. Honey told me this evening he will come with us on the boat trip to Corregidor next Sunday. I’m so glad and I hope everything turns out alright.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
January 1 - 5, 1964
1964
New Year’s Eve - 1964
Mercy’s house. Mitch’s house. Continental and home.
January 1 - Wednesday
I met Vergie last night and came to the realization how much I love Honey. (Interesting note about Vergie. She introduced me (and maybe Mercy) to the fact that our boyfriends (and in her case, brother), actually did the big “It.” (And explaining the why and what of this would compromise my friends so I am leaving details out because some things should be kept descrete.) Before that, sex was a romantic notion we perceived from the movies and the only “action” we got from the proximity of a boy was heart flutterings and racing pulses. Sadly, however, a scant 10 years later, Vergie and her husband Sak would be the two last people (aside from my mother in the hospital) to see my father alive. That is a story for another time but it never ceases to amaze me how strange life is and, sometimes scary, when these “coincidences” occur.) I wonder where it will all end? Cynthia Lebrun I can’t stand for obvious reasons. Mercy did exactly what she wanted and had a ball with Diego (Garrido). Mitch acted civilized again. Vergie reminds me a lot of Merche - any connection or coincidence? Mercy says Honey had a lousy New Year’s Eve too. It’s pathetic how I mess up my life.
January 2 - Thursday
I punched the IBM clock for the first time today. Forgot to punch it on the way home. I’ve lost 4 pounds from 101 to 98 lbs. I’d better be careful or all my dresses will look like sacks on me.
January 3 - Friday
I went to Mercy’s house this evening since Albert had a small gathering. I played Scrabble with Honey and Mercy. Honey has the warmest eyes. I should be careful when I look at him - too much emotion shows on my face. After chatting upstairs for a while he left. I danced my feet off with Yan. Mitch arrived later. He was his old self again, whatever that may be. Mercy is still, I think, very much concerned about George. When someone gets under your skin and into the very core of you - you’ve had it!
January 4 - Saturday
Mercy ate lunch at home and we chatted until 3 pm and later went to Desiree where Mercy had her hair cut and set. I was talking to Mercy over the phone and it seems they were trying to get Honey to make friends with George at the Jai-Alai. Mercy just has to get George out of her system. (Hah, the joke was on me on this one!!) It would be for the good of all - all around. I care so much for Honey. And the mess that George and that woman Vergie have gotten or better said, might get him into, makes me so mad! (Now, I remember vaguely what this was all about but can’t for the life of me remember why I made it my business or why it should’ve made me so mad. Well, I know why I was a bit distressed pero no era para tanto. But this is hindsight 40 plus years later.)
January 5 - Sunday
I went to Mass and Communion this morning. This afternoon I went to Mercy’s house. I had a very nice time chatting with Chiqui and Albert and playing with Marilu. We played Scrabble after dinner. I hate to keep repeating this but Honey is everything in my life right now. (Well, maybe its just as well I don’t have my 1963 diary any more. It’s funny, but I thought my crush on Carlos was funny and pathetic at times, but this stuff about Honey is very embarrassing. Probably because Carlos dropped below the radar for 20 years and Honey has always been on my life’s scope as one of my best and truest friends but I have to be honest and accurate so bear with me.) How this will all end I have no idea but I hope for the best. Tomorrow I’d much rather go with him than with Cliff to the Casino but I can’t let Cliff down. He’s an awfully nice guy but he isn’t Honey. (This last sentence is so full of the portent of things to come that it really is scary!)
New Year’s Eve - 1964
Mercy’s house. Mitch’s house. Continental and home.
January 1 - Wednesday
I met Vergie last night and came to the realization how much I love Honey. (Interesting note about Vergie. She introduced me (and maybe Mercy) to the fact that our boyfriends (and in her case, brother), actually did the big “It.” (And explaining the why and what of this would compromise my friends so I am leaving details out because some things should be kept descrete.) Before that, sex was a romantic notion we perceived from the movies and the only “action” we got from the proximity of a boy was heart flutterings and racing pulses. Sadly, however, a scant 10 years later, Vergie and her husband Sak would be the two last people (aside from my mother in the hospital) to see my father alive. That is a story for another time but it never ceases to amaze me how strange life is and, sometimes scary, when these “coincidences” occur.) I wonder where it will all end? Cynthia Lebrun I can’t stand for obvious reasons. Mercy did exactly what she wanted and had a ball with Diego (Garrido). Mitch acted civilized again. Vergie reminds me a lot of Merche - any connection or coincidence? Mercy says Honey had a lousy New Year’s Eve too. It’s pathetic how I mess up my life.
January 2 - Thursday
I punched the IBM clock for the first time today. Forgot to punch it on the way home. I’ve lost 4 pounds from 101 to 98 lbs. I’d better be careful or all my dresses will look like sacks on me.
January 3 - Friday
I went to Mercy’s house this evening since Albert had a small gathering. I played Scrabble with Honey and Mercy. Honey has the warmest eyes. I should be careful when I look at him - too much emotion shows on my face. After chatting upstairs for a while he left. I danced my feet off with Yan. Mitch arrived later. He was his old self again, whatever that may be. Mercy is still, I think, very much concerned about George. When someone gets under your skin and into the very core of you - you’ve had it!
January 4 - Saturday
Mercy ate lunch at home and we chatted until 3 pm and later went to Desiree where Mercy had her hair cut and set. I was talking to Mercy over the phone and it seems they were trying to get Honey to make friends with George at the Jai-Alai. Mercy just has to get George out of her system. (Hah, the joke was on me on this one!!) It would be for the good of all - all around. I care so much for Honey. And the mess that George and that woman Vergie have gotten or better said, might get him into, makes me so mad! (Now, I remember vaguely what this was all about but can’t for the life of me remember why I made it my business or why it should’ve made me so mad. Well, I know why I was a bit distressed pero no era para tanto. But this is hindsight 40 plus years later.)
January 5 - Sunday
I went to Mass and Communion this morning. This afternoon I went to Mercy’s house. I had a very nice time chatting with Chiqui and Albert and playing with Marilu. We played Scrabble after dinner. I hate to keep repeating this but Honey is everything in my life right now. (Well, maybe its just as well I don’t have my 1963 diary any more. It’s funny, but I thought my crush on Carlos was funny and pathetic at times, but this stuff about Honey is very embarrassing. Probably because Carlos dropped below the radar for 20 years and Honey has always been on my life’s scope as one of my best and truest friends but I have to be honest and accurate so bear with me.) How this will all end I have no idea but I hope for the best. Tomorrow I’d much rather go with him than with Cliff to the Casino but I can’t let Cliff down. He’s an awfully nice guy but he isn’t Honey. (This last sentence is so full of the portent of things to come that it really is scary!)
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