"If I can write again, I will be really happy."


I don't know how many times this single line ran in my head for a moment there, but I felt so connected to the truth behind it.

I want to.
I want to go back to writing.
I feel so euphoric every time I'm able to write.


Let this be a Valentines gift for myself, I will work on a piece as soon as I wake up tomorrow!



And let my DSL be permanently stable tomorrow, please?




And semi-decided, I want a writing job. ^^

i am honestly trying to figure out the meaning of today, pf the future and possibly of the whole damn world.

sigh. sigh. sigh.

nevermind.

I'm just getting dramatic over the fuck that my net connection wouldn't let me work in peace. so i guess I'm having a clearer vision now of the downlows of permanently nailing your source of income at home. once more, I'm scared. I'm scared of regretting my decision so early.

anyhow i have shouldnt be moping so much and just do what i can do. so, thank god for my aunt's free wifi. relying on that for now.

がんばります。
。(´д｀lll)





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If we were capsules of a Ferris wheel,

then we'd always be apart

We'll be designed with different colors, 

gaps of calculated distance

But we'll share she same essence 

of bringing smiles to our passengers

adult or kids alike 

Or just to those who like transporting themselves 

to that distant memory of a child 

inside a magical capsule

moving slowly upwards,

towards the sky

close to the stars, 

the clouds

the sun

the birds

or something a pleasant afternoon breeze

make us believe

We'll keep the secrets and stories 

shared inside the closed space;

of two seats opposite each other

we'll keep them close, 

close enough to make us smile

or laugh

or cry, a little bit now

when we whisper, barely audible

close to our hearts

to send us back  

timeless memories as friends.

01.25.2012

So friends Rose Ann and Fei dragged my ass out of the house Saturday for a supposed-to-be La Mesa Eco Park adventure but then we ended up somewhere else---first. 

 

A tricycle away from Philcoa is a humble abode of old, pre-owned, and perhaps even hard-to-find books called Bookay-Ukay. Not sure if this is the same store I'm following in Facebook for updates on interesting but cheap books. Not that I have ever purchased from the store, but they do shelter some intriguing, not-in-your-usual-bookshelf tittles. Classics and Pinoy literature were available as well. I haven't made a lot of research about the place but I'm pretty sure the store also promotes youthful, raw pinoy art both in print and visual.

 

I was not able to take a picture of the entire place but here are a few pieces of that cozy little store. 

 

  

 

 

Recently I've taken an interest in film cameras. With the untimely demise of Kodak, I feel more compelled to support this old tradition of photography. So fancy it is to find a Bell+Howell BF-35mm plastic camera sold for a mere 200 pesos in the Bookay-Ukay shop. I guess the cool guys are also supporting my ideas on old means of photography? Since I wasn't very familiar with the unit (and the brand) I left it to my friend to purchase one. Since she's going to Singapore next month (for good), I did my part in encouraging her to have fun with the camera and give a few suggestions on which films to use. 

 

 

I'm using Mao's Golden Half, a half-frame 35mm camera as of now so I'm pretty excited to see how my picture fared.

 

 

It's this thrill of wanting to know how your pictures turned out which we have lost in the digital age. After using manual cameras for a while (not that I'm any good so far, err) I realized I've lost half of my life's patience as digicams have given me the convenience of seeing results (or deleting them on a whim) in a flash (like, literally).

But I still want my own Split-Cam! It's called a schizo camera for reasons not that figurative.  Google it.

 

Anyhow (why was I lecturing about cameras again?), I'm definitely coming again to this shop. Probably purchase a few books or take some friends there, too. (●´ω｀●)ゞ