16th Floor Musing

Seeing the light shine through the clouds

early in the morning gives me a certain

reassurance that everything will be okay.

It is the complete opposite of the dread

and extreme feeling of doom that I feel

during the night. This happens

everyday and I doubt that my emotions

pertaining to this will ever change. I've

felt this way 4 years ago, I'll feel the

same way in the future. The work I'm

doing doesn't have anything (well,

partly) to do with it, it's a simple case

of night equals bad and day equals good.

Simple as that. It's 5:30 a.m. now and

the sun is getting brighter and eating

the night away. I can't help but think

how symbolic that is. The night has gone

and the day has come to take its rightful

place as the king of the world. What a

righteous and magnificent king it is. The

night will surely shroud the day but

forever it will not.

Yearning for Yesteryear

Is it normal to feel nostalgic about a time one wasn't old enough to even be part of? I am thinking about late 70's Manila...the old model cars, a wide and less crowded Highway 54, empty lots that now have colossal buildings on them. I was too young to remember anything from that time but when I see really old pictures of the old metro, I just can't help but feel that those were the better days and that what we have today are just leftovers...