You have redefined love.
For centuries, people have shown and known love, but unlike yours. Yours was so extravagant it lit the pages of history on fire. Love, intangible as it is, cannot live in concrete, but you are the greatest…
When you’re young, and in the face of something old, there’s that tugging draw to know, because you witness wisdom that is incomparable to yours. You see its skin, and on it is etched a thousand days of history. You see its walls, marked with symbols and faces and cracks. You know only minutes of its life. You are small.
Remember that you are small, but inside you are infinite. You have universes inside you.
(I was writing about this and the words just wouldn’t stop. I guess that’s how I knew that it really is love.)
It’s in the thud of suitcases, the scarves and makeshift blankets, or the 21 and counting hotel toothbrush stash. Perhaps, in the haikus you write? The backpacks you sling? The…
I wasn’t supposed to have been to Vietnam yet. It wasn’t part of the plan. But plans get shot, or get offsprings, or get dissolved in uncertainty until it turns to nothing… so I treat plans like I do weather forecasts — a guide, not a basis for anything.
Go to Shinjuku in the morning…
… then head on over to Shibuya at night.
Shinjuku has some of Tokyo’s best electronics stores (Bic Camera and Yodobashi Camera) and malls around (Mylord, Lumine, Isetan, and Odakyu) while Shibuya has one of the best nightlife scenes I have ever seen…
Found these somewhere there, underneath the glimmer of Tokyo’s city lights and its serious-looking busy men clad in suits.
We tried to catch the tuna auction at 5 am in Tsukiji Fish Market but the morning chill and the homey bed got the best of us so we got there past 7 am already.
Akihabara: the electric town for all things electronics and animeTokyo Dome City: home to Tokyo Dome stadium, amusement park, and mall
We landed at around noon and took a 50-minute train ride from Narita airport to Tokyo…
Your small winding roads and tiny souvenir shops, your quiet streets lined with restaurants packed with loud men, your suburban feel trodden with airport hotels… you were the perfect ending to the raucous 13th of October.
If I hadn’t missed the flight, I wouldn’t have had the pleasure of becoming acquainted with Narita. It didn’t justify missing the flight, but I guess it made it more worthwhile.
I have a thing for places full of comings and goings, departures and arrivals, beginnings and endings. These places hold a certain kind of duality that trifles with emotion — train and bus stations, airports, helipads, docks, even parking lots…
December’s first week just rolled in and I’m taking cue from my favorite writer Lemony Snicket. It feels like December is off to a quiet start and I’m finding it rather easy to like it that way.
It’s so nice to look back at the good things once in a while.
I’ll go ahead and say it: Of all the beaches I’ve ever been to my whole life, Huntington Beach is my favorite. I don’t particularly know why. I just really love everything about it. I’ve been to Huntington Beach quite a few times already but it never gets old.