Rarely do I wake up with good dreams and this morning I had a pretty decent, fun dream and I thought it’s nice to start my day in a bubbly mood, until I got the news of a friend’s death (where did I read that line that dreams symbolize death). My second Friday snapshot here is dedicated to Kristoffer John Prejillano (1982-2011), aka Bro John–when I was an apprentice for the university paper, he wants us to call him Bro. John. He’s our news editor and I liked reading his Mumblings (a column where you put your, well, mumblings). He likes the nature, flowers and all things green. I attended his wedding just a few years ago and that’s the last time I saw him. I don’t know why, but the word “anticipation” comes to my mind when I remember John. If I’m not mistaken, it’s one of the words he used in one of his writings. Anticipation. Well, Friday snapshots are supposed to be short so I end this note with a reference back to that photo I took last week here in Singapore, a handsome bridge which looks like as if it’s made of sticks randomly placed, but sturdy enough to transport people to the other side.
(“How to Save a Life” by The Fray is my background music as I write this)