the man next to me

the man next to me is speaking in english and vietnamese. . not only is he noisy but appears to me that he is showing it all off. .

well. . .

one headlight

ain't it one damn good song. . .

the heat hurts

a friend of mine once mentioned that it used to be safe to stay out in the sun until ten in the morning to obtain vitamin d. but not anymore.

just this morning as i was standing along the highway waiting for a jeepney, i seriously thought about what my friend had said. it was only a quarter past seven yet my skin hurt from the heat of the sun. as far as i could remember it didn't use to hurt this much a few years back at such an hour. but now i am half seriously considering standing under a waiting shed each time i wait for a jeepney to work.

i am no expert in the details of how the ozone layer is depleted by our ever precious CFCs, and how our cars have made it possible for solar heat to be trapped in the atmosphere, but the effects of these phenomena are felt anywhere, everywhere. say, even along the side of the highway on a sunny sunday morning. or should i say "too" sunny a morning?

i know there is nothing remarkable i can do that would appeal to the general public, but in my own opinion, planting trees that would eventually provide shade to people would not only well, provide shade, but significantly contribute to the "cooling" of our already warm planet. again, i have no full knowledge as to how science works on this process.

but what harm is there in planting trees? in fact, the body naturally produces vitamin d through exposure to the sun--that is, if the condtions were not the same as it had been this morning.

so, a couple of seedlings to dig for and plant over the weekend woudn't hurt at all.

time has told me. .

that trust is the amino acid of love, there is nothing else in a relationship that can bond it even more stronlgy. .

splice one single bit of trust molecule from the strand of truths that hold two people together, and the process goes berserk, kenetically evaporating trust into the dense atmosphere of awkward silence, then condensing it into a heavy cloud of doubt, eventually leaving the two poor souls in chaos behind smiles and laughs. .