Here I am again on a night shift. Well, I'm thankful to have had the long holy week break and took advantage of the mini-vacation: went to the beach, heard Good Friday's last words at a Tagaytay monastery, had a wonderful Easter celebration, and spent the remainder of the week watching Jumong.
Oh, but it made me sad. I'm just so sad. The story left me with a heavy heart. It's such a sad love story.
I've often been asked some things about love. And my answer remains the same. I will tell it in my own good time. Love's mystery does get unlocked in due time. Time heals love's wounds.
From Jumong's website:
"Meet the love even bigger than the history. ‘Love’ seems to be the one common denominator across people of all generations and nations. ‘Love’ gets swept away with the waves of time and also gets hurt with biased views in societies, but it also creates a new kind of history by wrestling against adversity and the trials of time. True love, which is uncommonly seen in history, is re-drawn through the drama of our once forgotten history."