rj's house again. four days in a fucking row.

roger's grandmother told us the heartbreaking story of her life. it was a tragic, yet inspiring recount of the past since the time when the japanese tried to take over the philippines. my grandfather walked in the death marches of that time, so i listened to her retold experiences with an utmost respect, admiration, guilt, sadness, and hope.

god save the good people in this world like rj's grandma lourdes.

the communication between her and rj is both humorous and compelling; i know no other way to explain it. sometimes i take for granted the beautiful sights to bestow amongst other human beings, and my problems seem to shrink to an insignificant size when i'm in the presence of humbling experiences like the one i had today.

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i just finished the first gallery of the photojournal, which is good enough for now. it totals to 69 pictures, and that silly sum is by all means a genuine accident. the photojournal will be up tomorrow, as i upload everything to the renton school district server tomorrow morning.

rawr.