Tuesday, December 28, 2010

It was a cool spot, staid but cheerful, a wonderful place for echoes, and a very harbour from the raging streets

P.S. The photos [by me] are in chronological order,
but each piece is not causal with the subsequent.. though they'd make for decent diptychs.

There's no excuse, but I did this so hurriedly.

It’s easy to say that the year went by too fast because I really haven’t been keeping the best track of time. For all I know, (my time perception makes me feel as if ) I’ve been perusing the earth for over one hundred years. My sloth self has done so much in the recent years; I guess to compensate for the dark ages. Back then, I –what’s that word—retain—no. Anyways, I have difficulties recalling exact terms for things, when I used to have a photographic memory. I’m so scatterbrained.

In retrospect, this was the Year of Accomplishment and Inevitable Shamelessness. Even though I have done so much (not really), I can never do enough (proving a point here). I believe in self-enhancement, and it comes as a shock that there are people out there who aren't happy with themselves but sulk and refuse to do anything about it. If only I could write a self-help book, I would. But instead, I hope that I've lent enough helping hands as a friend for for those who've needed it most, especially during the third quarter when a bunch of you were contemplating suicide. Even though I'm a person of extremities, which I call adaptability, I hope I was at least a good person to you this year, like the net to catch you when you jump off the 34th floor, kidding.

My resolutions haven't been on the same level as "living in the moment," but for 2011, I'd like to keep it simple and just live and continue to be myself. Then again, I've always wanted to be successful so that being an outlier of society would be all right. People could judge me as a weirdo, but at least I can be "secure." The thing is, I am well aware of why I am, which is how I grasp the concept of who I am. It's up to the rest to understand me. I've been disillusioned for decades; the world is round.

I won’t dig too much into my personal life, but here are bits of events from the year. And to think, it seemed like it was just yesterday when I did this sort of annual roundup.

I got to go to so many events and places such as Coachella, Thailand, Singapore, Malaysia, Hong Kong, Macau and other parts of China. I got the opportunity to attend exclusive and free events such as Electric Daisy Carnival, Sanrio: Small Gift press day, Los Angeles Fashion Week and more. But those weren't the highlights!

Everything else that took place in between was what binded the year and made it a solid one at most! I associated myself with stark and electrifying samaritans and enlightening organizations. And of course, I may have had to let go of some people along the way. Or they let go of me. Who knows! And who knows what I did this year. P.S. I seem to be collecting additional best friends every year, like a rolling stone. I love you all.

Yeow New Year!

Sunday, December 26, 2010

She'd been drinking too much eggnog and we'd beg her not to go

If I were to document my winter break, then it'd be the ugliest sight ever, unless you have a fetish for people wearing house clothes and sitting on a couch all day.

As Scrooge-y my curmudgeon self is (and I'm so sorry!), I'd like to wish everyone HAPPY HOLIDAYS! Because putting an 'a' doesn't make the best sense, sorry.

Jiminerva was a scaredy cat
This couldn't have been taken at a better time

Monday, December 20, 2010

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Perhaps this is our strange and haunting paradox here in America - that we are fixed and certain only when we are in movement

When Tumblr was virtually nonexistent, the Flickr realm plagued my life with photos from the likes of Allison Scarpulla, Jon Edwards and Superbomba. I've been bewitched ever since my tormented teenage years. Scarpulla's haunting vignettes are like the perfect visual imagery for the Salem Witch Trials of 1692 and Washington Irving's "The Devil and Tom Walker."
So for the first time, I'd like to present to you... photos that aren't mine: