A few months ago, a group was started in yahoo to honor and remember friends who had passed on to a better life. The common bond of all these people – living and dead – are the intersections and relationships that were formed out of chance or planned encounters, and that, to this day, continue to exist despite the disparity of our individual locations or circumstances.

In that sense, this group is not unlike a spider’s silky web. The bonds are there – they exist. Some of the strands are stronger, others are not so strong or are just downright disjointed and broken. But they continue to hang on. And it is us, the weaker strands, who count on the stronger ones to keep the web together.

The purpose of this blog is to share memories, anecdotes and insights of the lives and times that helped form our individual and collective character. In an age where materialistic consumption is the norm and everything can be had for a price, I find friendship to be a priceless commodity.

I invite you all to share your thoughts, comments and recollections of times past…and if any of you have pictures from that era, please share them.

Here goes nothing…          



  1. August 3, 2006 at 10:11 pm


  2. Miguel Romero said,

    September 4, 2006 at 7:51 am

    Well lets see now. the drag races at dasma way before it was a village drew crowds from all over makati and beyond. It was really something watching muscle cars roar by. Grass was sold by the joint or match boxes (which later became lids), and during that time the best weed came from Cavite (triple line joints, buntot pusa, etc). Downs like Fads, Ekis (Madrax), Yellow Jackets, and almost any kind of speed was sold OTC (over the counter).

    There was a cool place for live music called “The Third Eye” sila Boy Camera and The Birth of the Cool played there. Aside from DZRJ there was also another cool station DZUW.

    Then of course who can not forget “Where Else” at Intercon and early morning snacks at the Jeepney Bar. I also remember like it was yesterday the night the Metrocom raided Where Else and hauled everyone of to Crame. When they announced the raid, people on the second level started ditching whatever they had. Shit, you could see pills bouncing all over the dance floor.

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