Rewind: and super fast.
It's Total Recall! already with these spankass robots, ultimately dominating the robotic milieu, then perhaps ...the world (with a Dr. Evil sneer and a Dr. Evil laugh).
0 8 is/was perhaps a strange one with spinning rollercoasters and emotional heavies heading the life zone all over. It was a bit unnerving at some point since too much of wanting things didn't / don't really seem to set it or push through as The Force wasn't force-full enough (on some plans). But generally, it was/is a good year. I took on personal challenges, won some small victories (personal; and then some), trained in the martial arts to some extent, tried to win over some (lady--and just threw it with the wind), starred in a movie, tried all day / all night dancing again, and more.
Robot Evolutions: the fun party.
Check out the hot 'chick' AKIBA
exactly my type.
and The Trons (New Zealand Robot Army)
Hopefully, I could get to watch them live, in the next few years. Awesome music. Awesome players; Ham, Wiggy, Swamp, Fifi.
Be yond er: Perhaps.
Perhaps I will fall in love with 'nine. I miss things with 'nine. Perhaps I can complete my 8-lists with nine.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Friday, December 26, 2008
Oh 8 v. beta!
a primer.
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advice to the young at heart.
To someone who’s avoiding someone..
Let it go and turn it over to the clouds and let it float away.
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“kung hindi ka pinapansin, eh di wag mo ring pansinin”
T: ‘If you are not being noticed, then don't mind the person as well’
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advice to the young at heart.
To someone who’s avoiding someone..
Let it go and turn it over to the clouds and let it float away.
--
“kung hindi ka pinapansin, eh di wag mo ring pansinin”
T: ‘If you are not being noticed, then don't mind the person as well’
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
there is a light that never goes out
..lighting the inner fire that never burns out.
(the smiths)
I've always loved 'art' in some way or another. The freedom and creativity has stretched my thinking into the 'not-so-obvious realm', like spinning cotton candy from air.
ah yes, imagination.
(the smiths)
I've always loved 'art' in some way or another. The freedom and creativity has stretched my thinking into the 'not-so-obvious realm', like spinning cotton candy from air.
ah yes, imagination.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
K-Light
Perhaps the vast trail of chaotic lights mean something.
..to someone else.
(photo taken somewhere in cubao, along the road, in front of plaza fair supermarket; 16 Nov 08).
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I just remembered it was my Lolo's (grandfather) birthday on 16 Nov. We never got to meet him; he was shot in the head in 1968 by rebels during his mayoral term.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Magnumimity
..and it doesn't mean anything.
Despite the endless satisfaction of having photos printed in the 'daily', the other part of me relishes the experience of being behind the camera on that very day.
Out of the books I have, or what I’ve read about photography, I never really understood the ‘art’ that I make. I think no matter how many times I read self-help books, or books on technical mumbo-jumbos, or books on how to take ‘better’ photos, it really doesn’t feel like ‘art’ that I’ve created. It all feels lifeless, soulless, as empty streets, as hollow tubes, in wonderment of the emptiness that surrounds my shallow shell.
Henri Cartier-Bresson isn’t like that; he is always and continuous to be in his moment, in his life. He defines himself an anarchist, always in fight, thinking freely and ruthless with rules. He defines it as an ethic, an act, an attitude of loving. It is a philosophy in life, that if we all thought and breathe as it, we will be a society in ‘nirvanic’ chaos. In his interview with Charlie Rose, I cannot help but feel invigorated with his spirit while watching and hearing his heart and mind talk like scripture and psalms. I wrote some to put to heart. An artist, he says is anybody who is sensitive. What is art anyway? Is it just a bunch of things put together by someone? A casual observer could nudge the idea of anything to waste. The thing about it that makes it ‘art’ is the way the ‘artist’ has done his craft; it is how much you put your heart into it that grounds it into foundation.
Sensitivity, maybe in fact, be the ‘why’ an artist recognizes the moment to capture in frame. At that moment, there is a connection between the artist and subject. There is a reason to be interested. Nevermind the grey areas of unexplainability. It is perhaps the way the ‘artist’ interprets himself, affected by the subject. It might be so that Cartier-Bresson insists on being an anarchist, being passionate about his craft and his life.
.:All creativity is found everywhere in the universe and it is channeled through me.
Despite the endless satisfaction of having photos printed in the 'daily', the other part of me relishes the experience of being behind the camera on that very day.
Out of the books I have, or what I’ve read about photography, I never really understood the ‘art’ that I make. I think no matter how many times I read self-help books, or books on technical mumbo-jumbos, or books on how to take ‘better’ photos, it really doesn’t feel like ‘art’ that I’ve created. It all feels lifeless, soulless, as empty streets, as hollow tubes, in wonderment of the emptiness that surrounds my shallow shell.
Henri Cartier-Bresson isn’t like that; he is always and continuous to be in his moment, in his life. He defines himself an anarchist, always in fight, thinking freely and ruthless with rules. He defines it as an ethic, an act, an attitude of loving. It is a philosophy in life, that if we all thought and breathe as it, we will be a society in ‘nirvanic’ chaos. In his interview with Charlie Rose, I cannot help but feel invigorated with his spirit while watching and hearing his heart and mind talk like scripture and psalms. I wrote some to put to heart. An artist, he says is anybody who is sensitive. What is art anyway? Is it just a bunch of things put together by someone? A casual observer could nudge the idea of anything to waste. The thing about it that makes it ‘art’ is the way the ‘artist’ has done his craft; it is how much you put your heart into it that grounds it into foundation.
Sensitivity, maybe in fact, be the ‘why’ an artist recognizes the moment to capture in frame. At that moment, there is a connection between the artist and subject. There is a reason to be interested. Nevermind the grey areas of unexplainability. It is perhaps the way the ‘artist’ interprets himself, affected by the subject. It might be so that Cartier-Bresson insists on being an anarchist, being passionate about his craft and his life.
.:All creativity is found everywhere in the universe and it is channeled through me.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
In between plus and minus
Beyond the light and shadows we seek peace and tranquility. Behind this desk, I write my forlorn wailing. I am lost in a cloud of negative thoughts right now. I am blurred by self-imposed inadequacies in life, love, work, family, friendships, and all the other crap in this world.
I can still smile somehow, eating lunch in front of this splendor of a window. I smile looking forward tomorrow.
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