Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Summer 08.

It is the same summer breeze of previous years, the same smell of the rotten fish and garbage flowing down the street. The strong scent of pollution that brings me tears, and not to mention the summer heat. This summer, like every other is just the same, blasting air conditioner in an empty room, an empty house, while the whole family spends the evening out. Spending nights at a park speaking of nothing, opening our mouths to release a cigarette cloud. This summer is just the same, it is dull and slow, with the final rush coming at the end. The desire to enjoy the last weeks of a long summer, but not knowing what to do when that ambition comes. "Let's go surfing, skydiving, bungee jumping, gliding", those are some options of us all, but when we finally wake from a long night, 3:00p.m already is, another day is soon gone, and summer is still dull. This summer is not the same, because we no longer play our childhood games, don't expect a group of grown ups running around the park playing tag. We do get that moment that we feel like running after each other, but we lose it once we see that we can no longer run as much as we used to. This summer is not the same, is not the same people, not the same place, we no longer spend our days at that bakery space, we no longer have the people who once we thought were our friends. It is just us, and another summer is gone. Maybe next summer, it will all be the same.


Saturday, July 26, 2008

Whos the naughtiest nurse in this clinic.

Who else but Shijia Chen, she got that sexy outfit with the loosen buttons. *wink*
But seriously she's been away for too long, I mean seriously whats there to do in Taiwan? I bet it is much more fun to stay home with me haha. Cause honestly I'd much rather do that than being in a club every friday. I'd much rather get drunk with her than getting drunk in a bar and passing out in the streets, this way if we pass out we pass out holding each other =D. She's coming back next sunday and just by knowing how close that date is makes me miss her even more.
I would write more but there are just things that I can't write in public so expect them in a mail. =D, just leave the rest for the imagination people!
But seriously I'm tired of webcaming come back home and let's get the real stuff goin'. lol jk.

Numb Thumb, Broken Camera, 2 parking tickets = New Camera

So after getting drunk, broken my camera, and waking up to two parking tickets and a numb thumb, I decided that i will keep drinking. I will not however, bring my new baby out do a drunk night. After looking at the broken lcd of my A590 for 1 night, the next morning I decided to run to Best Buy and get the PowerShow S5 IS: a bridge digital camera, 8mp, 12x zoom, and a Full set of manual controls. The best part is that it comes with a hotshoe and with the possibility of adding lenses. The quality is amazing, and it is a very quiet camera. I will post some pictures later, or just go to my fb.

As with my old camera I will order a new LCD screen for $40 from the Canon store and replace it myself. I'm gonna carry that camera with me whenever I know that I will get extremely drunk while the new camera stays safe at home. I will still die for an Canon EOS if anybody is willing to buy me one haha. JK. BTW: this is my 9th camera since 2001.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

New York.

"There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born here, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter—the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something. Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness; natives give it solidity and continuity; but the settlers give it passion."

E.B. White, Here is New York (1948)

Friday, July 11, 2008

Mike says: Mirame a la cara.

I came across something really funny. It is a xanga post from an old friend *cough cough Miguel* When I showed it to him he started laughin, now he accepts that "he aint a pimp" but it took him 3 years to find that out? wow thats pretty sad. hahaha!

"frigtening friday july o1, 2oo5

yeah i noe its been mad long since the alst time i wrote but i just ahvent ahd the time...well enuff of this crap lets go straight to the point, last time i wrote i mentioned i was training myself to be more succesful wif women eventho i dun need to cuz i already am but you noe improving a lil bit wont hurt, and yes i have become better talking to ppland understandin wut they want, now if any gurl is readi i wunt u to answer this question do u really care if a guy is watching porn? and wut would u think of him is u caught him while watching it? cuz gosh it just happened to me and im a lil bit embarrased... and believe me about every guy on the planet watches porn ."

References: Miguel's Xanga -

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Typing my voice out.

It's been years since the last public post in my xanga page. I decided to pick up my writing again, in a much simpler page and in a much simpler way. There has been a lot of changes in my life, and the only reason that everybody else knows about these changes is because of facebook. I found facebook to be a very useful tool for keeping track of friends and a very effective method of stalking my friends and knowing almost everything about their lives. People can tell their lives with photo albums, relationship status, and what I would call spam on their walls from people who have nothing better to do (myself being one of those people).

But I believe that facebook is nothing more but another contact list, and a spotlight for attentionwhores. People who like to have hundreds of pictures posted just so that their friends can see what is going on with their lives. Again I am one of those people, it is not just for attention but also to keep friends updated, so they know what is new with my life.

After xanga went extinct, I decided not express myself by writing, instead I used pictures, photoshop, I manipulated photos to fit my moods, the occasion, the weather. Now I carry a camera with me all the time, hoping to have that Kodak moment that I want to save and show everyone. But there are always those times that a camera and a right place and right time (more like a wrong place, wrong time) becomes a hazard. For example the other night I was driving in I-278 E when I saw a car on fire, I had this urge to take out my camera and take a picture, but my camera was in the backseat, and reaching for it would definitely cause another car to lit on fire. That's why I decided to write again. Write about those moments that cannot be stored in a camera, or write a story about a picture instead of making a story from 60 pictures.