CD's CD's CD's (20-20's)

CD's CD's CD's (20-20's), originally uploaded by buccino.

This is the first series in my 20-20's collections (pictures of randomness with specific elements of fancy).

Actually, this is more of a forced attempt to continue to learn the art of photography and make 'stunning' pictures. So daily, there are 20 pictures of what-nots.

And, I'm trying this flickr blog thing and see if it works with my blogger

Flickr

This is a test post from , a fancy photo sharing thing.

Twenty / Twenty's 0000

!!! yes !!!

This post is supposed to have pictures! and pictures! 20 pictures of random things in a day. My eyes, and its transformation.

So, I say !!! yes !!!

And Again.

Right now, a Saturday in the midst of a dreary one, I feel discontent; alone and silent in things I've tried to be mum about.

I always try to fill my Saturdays with something to do. But today, I was dragged by sleep a few hours more. I woke up alone with nobody in the house. Perhaps they've left, or tended to other things. Perhaps, as signs would do, show me of a glimpse of my life in the every unknown future I'll be going to--a place where nobody knows me, but I'll be desperate to want.

I just took this photo, minutes ago, of a chair isolated from else; forced to be in a corner, sitting on olden wood planks leading out-in or the other way around. On the other corner, there is a lamp, framed with its head cut off, and plugged in the world of increasing electricity rates controlled by monopolies of desire and greed and inane things. Its switch, far below, lying on the floor needing to be swooped on to illuminate the world with its burning heart.

This is me.

This is me today.

I am as sordid as wires enveloped together in a black space of fleeting things.

I cannot make anything out of it except that one way or another leads to another.

There is a start. There is an end. A journey in the hurricane that spins me around like a top. On a hard flat surface, I drill this temperamental earth etching an array of lines.

This could all be in loops; in rewind; in flux.

Like ourselves, in a state of holding breath, in moments of panic.

All because of ...

In my vast desire to be something of a 'learned' master, or a simple minimalistic wise man in the realm of photography, I cannot help but be frustrated and overwhelmed in the things that I do not know of but wished to do so.

I have a set of eyes that are as normal as a cup of coffee or a 3-in-1. I have eyes that see what you do. I have eyes that quiver in the light of a bright sun. Under cloudy skies, we see the same shade of beauty.

What troubles me is my inability to awake a demon to burn my eyes out. I bought colored filters to see in irony the deep set of blacks and whites. I tried to replicate this fashion in digital. But they all look oh so the same. Everytime.

I read and read and read and read, unable to grasp a simple thought.

And, yet again, I am malcontent.

Perhaps...

Yes, the veritable word. Perhaps.

Perhaps, I should shift my seat, go out, and do it again.

Hunger and Thirst

..or is it thirst and hunger?

Losing a dart match really is a smack down today, coupled with being a forgetful twit on siomai orders, sms-miscommunication oceans, getting the wrong shirt, ganging up on the repetitive nature of 'the office', and yes, 'relationships' (per se).

At the end of the workday though, it is surmised that everything from love to sanity, revolves around the whims of the stomach.

After 6 chocolate bars, I guess I could say, "gutom lang yan".

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more after eating

Miss Yapity

I miss writing yapity things, especially when our IT guys in the office have a weird sense of blocking websites. Block this, block that this time. Access this, access that sometimes. So the times I write, there's blogger being loaded.


Say hello to a hundred characters in my head, this is your writing persona 'writing'. What I'm doing now is not so uncommonly different, but weird for my 'the office' mates. In my world, I'd say they're either weird, or plain flat heads. How could not talking to oneself be not a joy when you can appease yourself and enjoy the whole nature of your persona. Apart from being the sole 'loner' in our team, I'm quite annoyed sometimes when I'm being bugged when I'm either focusing on sound tripping, surfing for photos in the web, ym-ing, or what. Please. Don't bug people because you can't find anything to do, or you can't please yourself. Bug me when you need some work from me, not when I'm in my enjoying-my-life zone.

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I'm cutting my yaps short. I'm heading to Anawangin, Zambales tonight to take pristine photos of the place. My head is focused on experience sunny weather up northwest deep in the storm.

Drilling conversations and motivational speeches to/with self

I take it that, *sigh*, I'm more remorseful as ever. Have to cheer myself up somehow. I'm wondering that I, as forgetful as fleeting moments, couldn't get this image of a 'what-would-have-been' out of my head. It's odd enough that it's like reruns of romantic TV shows and I'm on an acid trip.

If, if, if…

"If I could do just one near perfect thing, I'd be happy".

Now Belle and Sebastian words it perfectly for me.

…if she wants me.