it was a cold december night, a drive home from where we had our dinner. one of the rarest occasion where we hide from reality. 1210 am as the car clock says. we were driving at 20 kph. silence. not with the usual song playing in the radio while we have our endless conversation. as the stop light turns red, he held my hand. not a word from either of us. i can hear my heart beat. i can hear his breathe. his hand held mine tightly as if to tell me the things he couldn't say. as if to tell me not to ask the questions he cannot answer. as if to tell me to just stop and just be in this moment. it seems wrong. it might hurt someone, probably me more than anyone yet i held on. waiting for that day. those dark eyes will haunt me forever

just another attempt of a vignette, nothing personal

seems it didn't belong to me in the first place

they say that to be successful and happy one must leave the baggage of the past behind. i totally agree! the thing is, i have totally forgotten nightmares of my past yet i can't seem to move on from discovering someone's past. internet is awesome, i saw old pictures not worth discovering and yet, it is ruining my days! silly, eh?

... somebody needs a little attitude change here...
"if you are interested is positive progress, success and happiness, you have to give up the baggage of the past and get on with life. one thought that makes it easy to throw away: it can never be changed. more energy should be devoted to living in the present with the acute awareness of our goals and to designing the future. forgive and forget with caution."

it was a mixed of science discovery and history for me; a visit to manila oceanarium, SM discovery and fort santiago. what a perfect way to spend a weekend! educational, eh?

"until the day that Korea becomes One"

"it is crazy to put on a brave face. trying hard to keep up the facade. if we can't tell each other our problems then who can we tell?"

watched i-witness last night, the feature documentary for their anniversary special was about filipinos in new york.. homeless, that is.. to quote -- "stark evidence that not everyone in America has achieved the American dream". they do not have the job to support their living.

Teddy, a Filipino in New York said something like: "there is no difference in living in a palace, in a condo or in a box (he was sleeping in a box in a cold sidewalk) as we all feel the same pain, the same heartaches and feel the same happiness as well."