the past

wherever I go past is calling me back. whomever i meet, new friends, new compadres, was only my way of forcing to turn the page of my life. I want to turn faster and faster from the beginning, so impatient. Always trying to find a new beginning a new chapter everytime the latter gets fucked up.

running away has always been my ultimate solution.

seemed to work, so far.

a friend in sf, todd, reminded me to visit my Dad once again. he said that once i reach my 30's or even my 40's i will somehow try to dig up the past.

what if i say, i have no past? no emotional connection whatsoever on my past. is it my doing? am i constantly burying my past?
I like to move fast forward, i like to expand my horizon and having all that past and family mumbo jumbo adds weight to my shoulders.

what if one chooses to do so, to cut the weakened umbilical cord once and for all.
it's legal.
to be independent. not obligated to fulfill my family wishes, be the bastard child.
some might think that it's an arrogant thing to do to leave your family. but i think every single one of us owes our lives to ourselves.
I think we are free from the moment we draw our first breath, life was given to you freely and it s now dictated by our own decision making. not anybody else.

see I have a problem fitting in with the society, you may not see it but I'm in disgust almost 80% in every 24 hrs.

i like my friends, i love them, i care for them more than anything. they helped me get through life, made me feel sane, they give me hope.

so fuck the past, i never like wasting my time being in a melancholy state of mind.

my desperation is pathetic

i remember when my dog died when i was five, i would ask my grandma "where's loopy?" and she would tell me "oh he's playing in the rainbow" and point to the sky. that always made me wonder "what's so great about being in the rainbow? what about me? what kind of dog is too busy hanging out in the sky to play with me.
i'll pour some forty out for your dog

I have returned

from the land of no infinite sign of world wide web.

Hello, how are you? Me? I am jobless and somehow found myself in San Francico.
I went to Finger Lakes region in New York state and missed the plane while transferring in Atlanta. Lost my job. boo hoo so fuck it.

I have not had the time to upload new pictures, I have done some and I uploaded them in my myspace acct. I am too lazy to upload it here...no, that's not it.
Reason is, the computer I have while in SF does not allow me to do so. I don't know why, dont ask me or even say "WHAT?!". Honestly it bugs me when I say that, not so much the opposite, mind you, but I annoy myself a lot.
I do. And why is that? I am clinically insane.

I digress, shit...




Anyway, I found my most favorite book store of all and it's called the Green Apple...
(a ray of light comes shinning down upon this store's canopy while all the angels sings Aaaaahhhh....).
I want to own every single books they have in there, no, better yet I want to STEAL every single books they have in there. Let them know, please.



I am deeply enamored by San Francisco's stairways and would like to pursue this newly found passion of mine by climbing every goddamn stairways in San Francisco.
Granted, it might be because I have nothing better to do. But an unrealistic dream is always good to have, whether I achieve it in the end or not does not matter to me and or anybody else. The point is utilizing the day.
since I have come across as both an underachiever and an overachiever to you all, boldly and at different time.





I love you all.


Spazztic, wiry and in trance my mind was earlier this afternoon. I bugged out, I called some people in LA, dying to hear a familiar voice. I was lost somewhere at a ritzy area in Fillmore and I was a nervous rat.
My face was flushed and I was self conscious. All this because I had a "family talk" with my Uncle and I didn't like that kind of conversation. That, that sense of divisiveness, so nauseating.
Per my request he dropped me there, all I'm saying I wasn't honest to him, but I had to do it because I'm boiling to the top of my lid!!

I called Guy, I called Therese, I called Maggie, I even called Carson and he's in Arizona trying to seclude himself from the world. He's a writer and he's one of those whose inspiration is based on location, well...maybe not, maybe I'm wrong! Don't listen to me...Carson, if you're reading this I apologize, that's not what I mean.
And he actually answered and listened to me.

Oh boy...

another funny article title

Shante's Birthday

Maggie

Fly on the wall

Circular Painting from Fly on the Wall on Vimeo.

A Fly On The Wall is a stop motion, timelapse, motion control in a circular canvas film made for Discovery Channel in South Africa. The theme was the environment and the artist's responses to it. Numerous street artists, musicians, painters and animators contributed their talent and time for the cause over a non-stop 12 hour period to make the final 2 minute film. the film was conceptualized and directed by Bryan Little of Fly on the Wall.

Artists:

Bryan Devlin
Luis Tolosana
Warren Lewis
Ree Treweek
Daniel Ting Chong
Mike Morocco
Toyah Moon Humphreys
Paul Ressel
Josh Ginsburg

credit to:Wooster Collective

The art of Ian Francis

I dig it, I do.

Armenian and Greek monks duked it out at the Church of the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem.

Lets face it, sometimes we just don't fucking get along.

wrecked!!

filthy apple

standard

hello again

After being so transfixed with the election, I swear it was hypnotizing me, I remember I have a blog to take care of.
Hello to all!!
Next up are some pictures from the Halloween ride, pictures of my messy room (how boring) and more boring shits... i don't know why you're still reading this...

Why am I so condescending with my own words? well partially I need to travel, I need to take more pictures of different sceneries and so on. Not that I'm getting tired of you......Well, I am getting tired of you.



I kid, I kid.

Sorry.


I love you all........endlessly.


There is a bad news, though....... Guy's Dad passed away yesterday afternoon.
He's pretty devastated and he will have to leave to NY a week or two from now. Here's the sitcom, I want to see my Uncle's newborn baby for Thanksgiving in SF and I am saving my money for the trip. Guy wants me to go for the funeral and I would be more than honored to go with him. This collides now does it?
We are not rich, no money to spend recklessly, nada.

Fffuck!

Proposition 8

Yes on Proposition 8, that is what i saw today they were actually people holding signs saying yes on 8 and yet accross from them there were people with signs saying no on 8 which i thought it was cool but i dont think i could have been with their side because i literally want the people that hold yes on 8 signs to die. I shit you know they looked like they just go out of church since it was sunday and all but i didnt think i was going to care so much about this proposition since i dont believe in marriage but i believe in the right for people to get married. no matter what. religion is just an excuse, just fucking say you're prejudiced againts people that dont believe the same way you do cause that's exactly what they're doing. Equality for all.

bad enough i have to walk out my door and see yes on 8 signs from my neighbors, my natural reaction is to catch them on fire but i know that would be wrong. i guess say I have a conscience which is something that stupid people with their religious believes have not since they are condeming people without them even knowing anything about their lives.

anyways it just pisses me off. VOTE NO ON 8 DONT DISCRIMINATE.

oh hmm

beach ride tomorrow

Another beach ride this Saturday, I've got 4-5 people coming along, everyone's invited. Guy had pulled a muscle from breakdancing on the catwalk last night, that might be an issue since he called in from work also. Hmmmm....

Anyway wanna see my bunk bed tags? These are mine, later I'll take more pics of other stuff friends drew on the bed.







That means "My ancestors were sailors" in Indonesian, it's also a folk song.

Fashion show and catwalk breakdance 10/23/08

And after the fashion show is over it's time for us to take over the catwalk. Of course Guy pioneered the move.















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