I imagined a long, compelling, touching yet dignified and in parts light-hearted speech about finally overhauling this blog after—1, 2, 3, 4, 5 [...] xx—months. But I lost the impulse.
So you do the imagining for now (of how that speech might have turned out) and I'll make it up to you by being more disciplined and kind in 2012.
New Year in a few hours. Cheers!
31 December 2011
17 December 2011
A most peaceful rest
This morning I went to one of the most peaceful, beautiful and pristine places in my dear Manila: the Manila American cemetery and memorial. The weather was particularly cooperative. No sun, no rain.
I love how the only sounds you'll hear while there are:
1. Bells
2. Birds
3. Leaves and grass
4. Aircraft
It rained when I left.
I love how the only sounds you'll hear while there are:
1. Bells
2. Birds
3. Leaves and grass
4. Aircraft
It rained when I left.
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