7.30.2009
Texture @ 11:11 PM
can you guess what it is?...
...the inside of a water bottle
my yin and yang of cuteness
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Just today, I noticed how much in awe I could be, staring at the texture of everything, from cloth to foliage, animal skin and ground surfaces.
My 365 goal this year: a 1 photo a day of something abstracted. ( But of course, being my procrastinator self, I won't start until that Nikon D40 is purchased and mine, soon.)
Labels: Art, contemplation, photographs, Random
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11:11 PM
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7.16.2009
The Long Short Stories I Wish You Knew @ 6:53 AM
(just pulling thoughts from my journal):
Waiting
I wonder why, that feeling. Waiting? Sudden impulses to stand still, always in silence, always alone - on rooftops, under street lights, sitting on stairs, sinking in bed. Just waiting. It isn’t even as though words could explain that the vision of seeing ten feet ahead is just like looking five years down the road. No. Not at all.
The burden (or is it longing), of waiting for someone you have yet to meet? Defying the Montagues and Capulets, and sneaking out at night to stand on street corners. After a while you start to measure time by the number of passing cars, the length of green lights, the inch movement of 747’s in the sky - departures, arrivals, until what’s inside your chest is roaring louder than that engine flying overhead as you stand, waiting for a ‘hello’ to resonate to familiarity and rapid heartbeats. By daybreak, empty thinking has got you imagining that you’ve seen the future and it’s a blank face you wake up to, a blank face that mirrors your better half. A blank face, and it is all there is, all you know.
But if you’re not of the waiting-and-standing-still kind, then you must be the waiting- walking kind? You walk to meet someone somewhere, and sometimes the urge is so strong that you run, like ‘Run, Forrest, Run’ because you don’t know where to or who. A romantic on the road. Dangerous, amorous. And on street corners, you turn and bam…Collision.
Maybe I’ll meet you on one of those waits, maybe I have.
The point is, we meet, and I think that’s where our story begins.
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Look closer. I am not an adult. Just a kid. With such great responsibilities.
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Imagine that. Conversations with one’s mind happen mutely. Not even words. No. Images. Photographs. Stills. Visions in color, in black and white, in monochrome, in darkness, in light.
The output of thoughts running not on electrical ac/dc, but tactical wiring of aesthetic self-expression.
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I don’t know why, but I
Always find myself staring at ceilings, at skies,
Anything directly overhead.
(and don’t you dare suggest it’s because of my height =P )
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You know what gives me heavy boots? No matter how much you know someone, what is theirs can never be yours.
Or perhaps I’m just greedy that way.
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I think we are part of the trendsetting culture. The ones who denounce fads just as others begin to embrace them; replace things even if they’re not broken, build layer upon layer of fresh ideas, stacked in a drawer and put away before dust begin to build up. We marvel at the oddities, lamenting the Joneses and the other Joneses next door. Are we part of the culture too impervious to evolution, too idle for another revolution? The ones who stay awake to create and destroy, but never settle, thus never satisfied; “tomorrow is so yesterday”. Why are we always one step ahead? What are we running away from? “Today is a toast for the day after the next,” and with that, a chuckle.
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7.11.2009
They Can't Love What I Don't Show; Lists @ 12:13 AM
There have been too many times when I’ve drowned you with these perfect lines
And you’ve heard me say that I can cure you
This morning I woke up with this overwhelming fear of love
And I’m not sure if I can resurrect you
I’m walking up to you so slowly
It’s about time, it’s about time to fly away, but wait
I swear it’s different cause I’m lonely
Fold your wings, you’ll need them more one day
- "It's About Time", Barcelona
*Note to Bianca and/or Melissa: your fiance/ my lover (Brian Fennell + group), in SF at Slim's on August 12, and we, are missing it.
also missing: Brand New @ Slim's and Azure Ray and Spinnerette @ GAMH.
Stalking Results Calendar:
The Honorary Title @ Bottom of the Hill, September 13
AC/DC @ San Jose, September 2 (but on a Wednesday night?!)
Treasure Island Music Festival, line up TBA, Oct. 17, 18
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1. David Downton (http://www.daviddownton.com), I will be you someday.
2. Let me be shallow for just one second, and say that I love love love the return of matte pink or coral lipstick.
3. Does anyone know when we can start buying the Stanford vs. Cal football tickets? (Palo Alto this year, right? because Shri, you know what that means)
4. ASUC Art Studio now offering Plastic Camera Workshop and B/W and Color photography studio use.
5. I'm trying to figure out the best medium to use for thick black lines that sketchbook paper can take.
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7.09.2009
Glory Box @ 6:18 AM
ink on sketchbook, 07.09
I'm so tired, of playing
Playing with this bow and arrow
Gonna give my heart away
Leave it to the other girls to play
For I've been a temptress too long
Just. .
Give me a reason to love you
Give me a reason to be a woman
I just wanna be a woman
Glory Box: Portishead
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yF-GvT8Clnk
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I resent stereotypes.
I resent that just because I wear dresses with heels and run around like I was born wearing a set of 4 inch ones, a few would presume that I shriek at the sight of broken nails. I resent that just because I paint my nails red to match my red lipstick, or draw skirts in the shade of pink , that I can't prove my worth to be considered as brave as the average guy next door.
I resent that just because I can sprint fast or laugh as loud as anyone, a few would presume that I can take a punch and be okay with it. I resent that just because I can drive well, or never refuse an invitation for adventure, that I can be treated boyish, and without consideration that I play with dolls too.
I'd like to see traditional views redefined. Don't label me like a stickered vinyl record filed away under some stereotype that even you can't define.
:]
Labels: contemplation, Random, rant, Self
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7.05.2009
The Places Where I Grew Up @ 6:33 AM
La Paz Beach, Zambales. Spot the dog. Do it.
If only I can show you the places where I grew up, I think you'll understand why I think the world is so beautiful. I used to walk dirt paths and narrow unpaved streets lit by the moon, fell asleep under trees where lovers carved their initials, climbed water tanks and abandoned houses, imagined the future and studied the past between shadows of the setting sun.
I wish I can lend you my childhood for you to feel all the love I felt, the laughter that made my stomach ache, and smiles that left my face feeling paralyzed. I think you'll realize why I am who I am, and somehow that makes knowing me a lot easier?
Labels: Childhood, contemplation, Random
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7.03.2009
Naivety and Spending Spree @ 6:10 AMJust a few randoms before a question:
I wish the world was flat like the old days, then I could travel just by folding a map.
I love love love love sunsets. I used to be so afraid of oceans because I thought somewhere near the horizon was a big drop of a waterfall. :/
And, I also find it quite amusing that when I was a kid, I would point upwards to the sky when referring to the direction of China, or Japan, or the US. When you think about it, now I should be pointing downwards toward some imaginary point on the ground because well, the world is round and I should really account for the shape of spheres, and circumference and all.
Also amusing? Children. They're adorable and they've got these big eyes and heads and really tiny hands and feet and they talk in this really high pitched voice and most of all they know exactly what to do to make me smile without actually knowing. And they say the funniest stuff when they're asleep.
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Finally, some funds. Is it time to tire out the "plastic fantastic" credit c's? (no, not really). But I do think I deserve to spend a little?
Dilemma? Which one/s to get.
A. Nikon D40 (because I've wanted one since foreverrr)
OR
1. A drawing/graphics tablet (so I can finally become a legit Photoshop/Illustrator user, and let my oil paints dry out :P)
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2. Screen Printing Kit (because it would be damn awesome, printing/doing my/your graphic tees)
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3. Ipod Shuffle (since my Ipod classic is too heavy to carry around on jogs)
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4. Hard guitar case (because my Yamaha has needed a home for a while now)
5. Arbor longboard (but if and only if Marilyn promises to teach me how to ride one. :P)
So, camera vs. misc stuff?
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I really really want to go here.
Shout out to my friends. I wish you were all here to drown out the boredom with adventure. :)
There's too little randoms going on.
Labels: Childhood, Random, Short Stories
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7.01.2009
10 Things You Don't Know, Antukin @ 11:53 PM
Antukin by Rico Blanco
Iniwan ka na ng eroplano
Ok lang baby
Wag kang magbago
Dito ka lang
Humimbing
Sa aking piling
Antukin
Kukupkupin nalang kita
Sorry wala ka nang magagawa
Mahalin mo nalang ako
Ng sobra sobra
Para patas naman tayo
Diba?
chorus:
Sasalubungin natin ang kinabukasan
Ng walang takot at walang pangamba
Tadhana'y merong trip na makapangyarihan
Kung ayaw may dahilan
Kung gusto palaging merong paraan
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IWysdUiydgk)
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Ten things you don't know about me (unless you are Hope, or something).
I love it when people play with my hair. If I could pause forever then and there, I would.
I was addicted to Burt's Bees chapstick, now addicted to instant iced coffee, will be addicted to using prismacolor.
No matter how many kneaded erasers, paintbrushes, eye liners and sketchbooks I have, I always end up buying more out of want.
Put headphones and music in my ears, and you can get me to do pretty much anything, even the most boring tasks.
I was actually 2 months old on my first plane ride.
There would be 5 Abilles running around now, if it hadn't been for 2 miscarriages.
I am currently learning how to drive a motorbike.
I feel like I have lived most of my life for someone else's purpose.
There was a point when I really wanted to marry Chris Carraba (of Dashboard), Conor Oberst (of Bright Eyes) or Matt Skibba (of Alkaline Trio).
I cringe at the sight of polka-dots of red against a white background.
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What is so wrong about staying in one place forever? I wish I could. Anywhere.
Just be there, always knowing where to find yourself, always coming back no matter where you've been.