I have no interest in this book. The Sart bores me to pieces and he keeps photographing the same look and recycles it over and over again. I’m almost sure that every person in this book will look like a clone. It will be filled with poor art students wearing suede booties, tight black blazers with sleeves rolled up, huge collars and black sunglasses. Blah blah blah!!!

Hermes. I would be in heaven.

I feel so sick to my stomach about this. I sympathize with you whole-heartedly. You have to grieve, Bryan in your own way. Take some time away from this blog. We'll be here when you are ready to come back. I promise.

I am so sorry, babe. My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family.

You bastard!! How dare you bring back the memories of my mom passing last summer. She was going through similar symptoms. She was able to walk and get around and then she began to deteriorate. She was bed-ridden and began to lose most of her motor skills. Eventually she couldn't talk anymore and looking around began to become difficult. In the end she couldn't respond at all but there was life in her. We could see her eyes move around behind the lids but we didn't know if she was trying to look around or dreaming. It was gut wrenching for me because I kept hope until the end. She wouldn't eat or drink so I tried to force her but I was terrified of her choking. I didn't know if she could take the fluids. She passed away from the cancer on June 23rd. And My life has not been the same. This year my immediate family and I are probably going to visit our home in the Philippines for the last time. We'll probably keep the house, but our relatives there will have to maintain the compound and the houses. We have never gone over without my mom. It makes me sad and I am scared. I'm looking forward to seeing my family there, but I am scared of the inevitable emotions. We'll see how it goes. I love you BryanBoy and my prayers are with you and your family. AND YES, I DO PRAY!!!

DAMN!! That has got to be the worst. I'm surprised they were looking at you. Most subway riders never look up out of fear. Where's your passport and hotel key?