Old songs bring me back to life

So this past week was very triumphant.  My partner Vicky and I went and explored Cabatuan, Iloilo and discovered the silence of the people there.  And by silent I mean really silent.  Their quiet demeanor spoke volumes, and sometimes became very hard to interpret.  Nonetheless, we enjoyed our stay and could not be more thankful to be back in Manila.

This is Cabatuan’s famous church, San Nicolas de Tolentino.  Picturesque isn’t it?

I received a lot of good news this week.  I am so close to thinking that my luck is just about to run out.  I am so blessed, it’s sickening.  It kind of makes me think what I did to deserve such good fortune.

Then I went home and showered to this song.  I almost forgot how haunting this song is, and how it spoke to me when I first heard it in high school.

if your hope scatters like the dust across your track / i’ll be the moon that shines on your path


Your favorite moment captured

A lot of times, I regret not taking enough pictures.  Even though I have tons of albums in Multiply and Facebook, I still feel that I haven’t captured enough moments.  At the same time, I feel bad each time I try to pause a moment just to take a picture.

I guess that’s why I love television.  And photo galleries.  And photojournalists.  And portraits.  And paintings.  They manage to recreate that fleeting second between an argument and a breathless kiss.  Photojournalists capture human emotion with such accuracy and delicate precision, and the emotion never gets lost, in pictures or in translation.

I’d give a lot to have that ability.  I’d give a whole lot to learn that skill.  There are so many beautiful things that fly by our noses and they are all beautifully disarming and we never frame it.  We take a mental picture and as time passes, we forget it.  It would be nice to have a reminder hanging on your wall.


Ross and Rachel’s first kiss is worth playing over and over.