It's cold and raining here today. When it rains, I want to stay at home make a big mug of hot chocolate (yumyum), surf the net the whole day, watching movies, eat a lot then sleep after eating (hahaha, laziness*), looking every raindrops through the window and see how the people walk in it and play - you feel happy for that even you don't share them. Aight?

Hmm... anyway despite anything about that. I would like to share something with you guys, hindi ko makakalimutan toh. I remembered when I was in Philippines one rainy afternoon I was walking on the side street of our village. On my way I found a little bird who seems to be struggling for his life. He was wounded on his left wing. I called up for my friend who was waiting in the car, she went to see what's going on, to her surprise she walked away and told me "leave that alone".

As I was about to get in the car, a part of me held me back, I made an attempt to get him but every time I try to touch him, his moving away his poor body. Just then I heard my friend calling me and told me that we are leaving. She refused to bring the bird with us.

Hay, I wonder what if I didn't leave him lying helpless in that corner and help him heal his wound til he's ready to fly - question still lingers on my mind, did somebody on that day had the heart to take him home or did the poor thing just died just like any other who has been deprived with a simple thing called - help.