tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54172059821522017962024-03-05T18:46:35.593-05:00eyes are the perfect lensmbnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851613217793721424noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417205982152201796.post-54953735433245639392013-08-15T13:47:00.001-04:002013-08-15T13:49:53.253-04:00With all my heart<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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mbnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851613217793721424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417205982152201796.post-52350864127720227062011-06-08T02:18:00.009-04:002011-06-14T00:50:17.147-04:00the sax<div style="text-align: center;">here,</div><div><div style="text-align: center;">in the busy mist of the city, </div><div style="text-align: center;">i hear a lone saxophone cry to the godfather song,</div><div style="text-align: center;">i searched in vain,</div></div><div style="text-align: center;">through the alleys streets and crowded people,</div><div style="text-align: center;">to the places of buskers and beggars,</div><div style="text-align: center;">but could not find,</div><div style="text-align: center;">then,</div><div style="text-align: center;"> i knew what it meant,</div><div style="text-align: center;">alas tears cluttered my eyes,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Toronto is finally saying goodbye.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6CkLM2NgHn3ebGHMSGvcvSg3omzIVbYw4FKRh4t2lvb8iD5R3I1Jd2yATMVN8_-dCKPFGaw095ARyZp6-JWejDTOUHqbZk4gjvI-ID0tjZXgQ3yi9ftR3Fa1Ulxr24FjC8Pw_RqAEo8U/s320/IMG_6793.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615737405829816914" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">yonge-dundas from my window</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>mbnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851613217793721424noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417205982152201796.post-370119097086087132011-03-10T23:18:00.000-05:002011-03-10T23:19:08.215-05:00i finally noticed<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">no awkward pauses.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">yes yes.</span></div>mbnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851613217793721424noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417205982152201796.post-2064424861282047742011-03-01T20:24:00.001-05:002011-03-01T20:26:01.778-05:00its the time of year<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhna-7PQlklCeOss4PbdB2jxdE-PTuVUSa7inBNZhEvx_KCyADF_FoeIXCZRGIiFmb14GOCM3cHKFjHmeEjebDnHYRf4HpCuHvnNyg6FBut8XwRrV6RTSqrpPqMnJtv3O3ywBdQe7JI_L8/s1600/scott_pilgrim_vs_the_world_trailer_2_image_27.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhna-7PQlklCeOss4PbdB2jxdE-PTuVUSa7inBNZhEvx_KCyADF_FoeIXCZRGIiFmb14GOCM3cHKFjHmeEjebDnHYRf4HpCuHvnNyg6FBut8XwRrV6RTSqrpPqMnJtv3O3ywBdQe7JI_L8/s320/scott_pilgrim_vs_the_world_trailer_2_image_27.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579287408100310786" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">good good good</span></div>mbnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851613217793721424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417205982152201796.post-7494187404400415482011-02-27T00:08:00.012-05:002011-02-27T13:54:27.319-05:00it's snowing outside<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></u></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGVBQPolEVNfj9tCOJIVtBZ0Jq_yfoAdsTFNVOCyLrPgP1jVFI0tq9Va14N4EKnbV-VaKRpWRS06GaSLGp3HG3tS9m4QBBhEl41pjroF5kaK-CoaFRibAXAuFt0kn0xF1PYRynrPrw7pg/s1600/IMG_4463.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGVBQPolEVNfj9tCOJIVtBZ0Jq_yfoAdsTFNVOCyLrPgP1jVFI0tq9Va14N4EKnbV-VaKRpWRS06GaSLGp3HG3tS9m4QBBhEl41pjroF5kaK-CoaFRibAXAuFt0kn0xF1PYRynrPrw7pg/s200/IMG_4463.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578250825554439858" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Why live? Why now? Why?</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Because I've always wanted to be here. This is kinda like the last unexplored frontier of my life where the word mysterious is practically created for this place. And of course, there's that amazing secret connection that people are always unaware off. Real people, real lives.</span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">For some, its an empty place. To me, its a place of fog and mist. The me in the past wouldn't had understand this any better than me present. But do I? If you take the common reference point of hugs and kisses and pop culture stuff, then what's left? Nothing to do with hearts, mushy texts and sickening roundabouts. All you ever need is in their eyes.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">" people talking without speaking,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">people hearing without listening, </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">people writing songs that voices never share</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">There's something kinda gumbo-ass about this, like a come-to-mamma moment, a holymother... ok, you get the picture... One of the things that I do know about this is the fact that it always sounds, to me anyway, like its something that would probably suck. But it does not suck my friends, oh no. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 127px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBx1eNqdXzzxwC5rRGAX42urWjsMq55c7cCLLHRlaZDH9Acx7C0L1MYlNGy3W_SntGH6ZFBh0iw2Yk9XjCgXUZGh57XHSZakYn3b-9YfVPjrflCF4BFInBSTP8OG7B8l6UMwBmQhrz_i4/s200/IMG_4315.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578253217157972594" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>the most beautiful</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOHUNfX6umyMaQ_VclHdZAUH9srHDS2jEpJcAVkbH4HtBz4xHOdgH9N1Th9BFE3drbzYOe5AbA19sbgl3xARXF-V0efb6lJYMT2_o9hLn3lFJSTQ2L9LgPufSFuV9sghiq5Sj0uZ1GL1U/s200/mbn+1047.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578255376740337906" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>a vast emptiness</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">But what is it really that I want? </span>A giant vast land that streches out seemingly out forever. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So, I've got my giaaant cuppa coffee, and now the day may commence.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div></div></div>mbnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851613217793721424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417205982152201796.post-5432298214090721212011-02-12T21:30:00.009-05:002011-02-13T21:42:13.719-05:00my mind<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0_cJlMCDRPxV_N9us7MJkmoo6no3W4PJRXJuH8IGxLTlK55RQ51GRk0mrI-RXSMmi6RLvThOlT1VbYvvRJr27yduKrNM9xtose7xAFd1reFWMyIl3k9CenAPzhsEIaqBQLIGHwy6Ag0I/s1600/IMG_3833.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0_cJlMCDRPxV_N9us7MJkmoo6no3W4PJRXJuH8IGxLTlK55RQ51GRk0mrI-RXSMmi6RLvThOlT1VbYvvRJr27yduKrNM9xtose7xAFd1reFWMyIl3k9CenAPzhsEIaqBQLIGHwy6Ag0I/s200/IMG_3833.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573368337570383394" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">There is a place at the centre of the world, a rare and quiet corner in the middle of this noisy and chaotic world of mine with shady squares of what seems like a micro-second of an entire day. And the only way to get there is to stop.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Let me tell you my friends, in this minuscule, delicate, yet deadly place. This is where everyday, something magic happens. This place, as you are about to find out, has a scale of its own. Years could be spent on this place, if not a lifetime. Digging and scavenging in all effort trying to gather all the bits and pieces of all the string of thoughts that deposited like the tiny lumps of hair steadily collecting dirt of the corner floor. But still, I'd doubt I'll be able to make sense of any of it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span><br /><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtG0-lC9J_LZASBU6QENA5oTwB1WRjFH6gS2j4PcjM-5iCP2OP-_pVcRRZ-vhpidFfMZUHm9EQ_mKsBCWtKnwXCD9-nAZ1cHpoj-0mDGXTPM8bSp_jbGvEg3VhVuQHskW-oS_vbDUWeXQ/s200/IMG_3928.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573366946548744066" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0viMoyaVX9HVupqcO4ybfU_-Yyv-JwQH2d9Iwmq-pXrj3QHkrXNTy9ITFWwFzTfPute11R_I9c17FCwagTEDNqITo5n8QJ7573a-s-7dL4pdVmYEE1M4wyt1jTeazZ7NEGHmRPrOaW94/s200/IMG_3918.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573367571960756338" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">But no, this world is full of jealously guarded trade secrets, where real people, live re</span></span>al lives.</div><br /></div></div></div>mbnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851613217793721424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417205982152201796.post-31105013601602163862011-02-06T00:45:00.007-05:002011-02-13T21:42:44.062-05:00a theme for the new year<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It seems 2011 began with a bad start. Maybe we need a little more of this:</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="410" height="350" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-7eloXr2iak" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ps: will continue writing asap.</span></div></span>mbnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851613217793721424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417205982152201796.post-17834030018593064342010-12-13T17:00:00.006-05:002010-12-24T05:19:56.719-05:00a leave of absence<div style="text-align: center;">my time with the crystal merchant is almost over.</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i'm off, to see what winds lie ahead of me. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">to dust off my red dye and fill it up with life once more.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUWZtgG5f6mlSrtNQzV-xaL_cs572hKsck67ggodRlCYIvRTBoR8PQzdQdFGMi1q51nPhO3xmzckc_e0Wd3c4rbh1OasaFsVk3N0Y7Axs2pB9hx5P-n0uaYvWYRWhZu2rLG9rAy3ye71A/s200/IMG_0373.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550293890055107394" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">and a note to future me:</div></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;">is facebook your social resume? if so, too bad. dont ever let that be.</span></div>mbnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851613217793721424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417205982152201796.post-23475564862776277492010-12-07T14:41:00.006-05:002011-06-08T02:06:44.284-04:00one snowy night<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i agree, wednesdays are good coffee days. so yes :)<span><span></span></span></span>mbnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851613217793721424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417205982152201796.post-39447013266061626462010-11-12T11:22:00.028-05:002010-11-15T23:43:09.024-05:00lima, peru (i)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9zaQgyYg0Qhzva3p-wRp_zao95jpymHG8dyms8pbQUkbSs40E9cULWyoy5KVhZjqVAxvaGlXbHwiR9hzEsfo1D7XsAV-RLNqEa6YLhtrOfBXUKLCg_yIDRQal8Ne3X8DhTikm5kAztFg/s1600/IMG_6182.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9zaQgyYg0Qhzva3p-wRp_zao95jpymHG8dyms8pbQUkbSs40E9cULWyoy5KVhZjqVAxvaGlXbHwiR9hzEsfo1D7XsAV-RLNqEa6YLhtrOfBXUKLCg_yIDRQal8Ne3X8DhTikm5kAztFg/s200/IMG_6182.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539852713499690882" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Here it began, and here it all ended. I find myself in a small, kinda grinny looking store, front open to the narrow streets of the back alleys, check. Ceiling fan grinning away overhead, check. Smell of cheap stale cigarettes lingering in the air, roger that. Cheap cracked walls with wooden self made tables and stools, absolutely. Up front kids playing catch with puppies, kicking balls around and making funny faces that seems only the pups understand. Empty stacks of beer bottles on one side and stacks of dried bread on the other.</span><div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Leo (last name unknown) insists that here, in what you might call a torn-down place of a cafe, lies the mother of all mothers. Caf</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">é</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> con leche. Scalded goat milk with bold coffee. Yes. None of that expensive creamer/milk wannabes and no instant coffees. Pure and simple. Coffee with goat milk, and i fell in love.I truly understood why coffee in Peru are drinks of royalty.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Leo was an Australian who immigrated to Calgary and found life with the tar sands. Being in the union and all, life was pretty much set for him. No matter where he went, the union always had his back. He could come back 6 years from now and still get a decent non-minimum-wage kick-ass of a job if he so wishes. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We met at the Espa</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><em style="font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ñ</span></em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">a few days back. He's here living off the land and touring the whole southern continent. We sat, talked and discussed how our travels have been so far. Exchanging tips and pointers, we found that we had something in common. We both, still to this very day, loved our large double-doubles. owh yeaaa.. so good.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo8PKeDuKPrOyKErjchez1GUIIgEzt_rynY7Fpc_SH_FTeC1e6CIpyMxC5f0NCcO1x2ooDPbgo-aUOFCyd2TtOZmV_oB5GfKH-gV1NlF5IlJtb5AgDTTmF88tzbmUEx0tNQptUji2VqA0/s1600/IMG_6334.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo8PKeDuKPrOyKErjchez1GUIIgEzt_rynY7Fpc_SH_FTeC1e6CIpyMxC5f0NCcO1x2ooDPbgo-aUOFCyd2TtOZmV_oB5GfKH-gV1NlF5IlJtb5AgDTTmF88tzbmUEx0tNQptUji2VqA0/s320/IMG_6334.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539848117002582994" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">to the future</span></i></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLd5NLIYPOn4GfSfZdAVmXnFjKyusU1WbootRTML6pHUKtPFpzPn24ZhACjDZCZn6DLlhyphenhyphen081TJQIsPk3-2l7tXn1c8F44zuCTceYwTj7OW90C6vPvElnh3C7noEqYwxENkK4a-A0qhS4/s1600/IMG_6221.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLd5NLIYPOn4GfSfZdAVmXnFjKyusU1WbootRTML6pHUKtPFpzPn24ZhACjDZCZn6DLlhyphenhyphen081TJQIsPk3-2l7tXn1c8F44zuCTceYwTj7OW90C6vPvElnh3C7noEqYwxENkK4a-A0qhS4/s320/IMG_6221.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539849434553193410" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">kids</span></i></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I also met a cyclist (whose name escapes me) in Espa</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><em style="font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ñ</span></em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">a. He was sitting at the patio, all smeared up to the bone with dirt, cooking his dinner with his camping gear. In his eyes you'd immediately notice that he's the kinda guy who would look in the mirror and never, ever, felt ashamed of himself.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I was ticked. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I knew this man had stories and i wanted them filling up my brains. I mean, how often do you see a person sitting in the middle of the patio, with an open fire, cooking dinner in a hostel? You tell me? He told me he's been cycling for 4 months now in the south, another 2 to go ending in Colombia. Living life cycling and sleeping on the road was a no brainer for him. He loved it. Being free and what not, he starts as early as the sun rose and stopping whenever tired. Gump much?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDrNfTOoFjXK7daSgqEIvs58DZpJ2o3zBbFcMWnNFrOYhv8zR7hJF4IXigak5h63OOKzDc8t00dqI8LUxiLaRimhCjVZk9t0T7LoZs3_W4hjNAT5UNBkIFuxz2TFIPfjoTmFdki1a48AY/s1600/IMG_6081.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDrNfTOoFjXK7daSgqEIvs58DZpJ2o3zBbFcMWnNFrOYhv8zR7hJF4IXigak5h63OOKzDc8t00dqI8LUxiLaRimhCjVZk9t0T7LoZs3_W4hjNAT5UNBkIFuxz2TFIPfjoTmFdki1a48AY/s320/IMG_6081.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539849423659930114" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">the sun</span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">He told me this is his second tour. First was 6 months from Europe to Asia. All the way from Sweden to India (and yes, crossing the war zone), and all the way cycling (except for one stretch in Afghanistan where he had to take a bus because cycling is not prohibited along the desert highway). No biggie.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Good luck my friend. May we cross paths again, and i truly mean it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzhsRo8LrOs2_fNkV1U9BMd1jRGCXaLN6NG6ZupGwRWP8xbvuNefJMh_BhCMNKBwAc0WKfo5q_T4FDPIIgeDjUKNLPy7et6APhRlZYAwat_JgHAFjmgWiofjF0aeXDD3NujJro5Z8fwBg/s1600/IMG_6152.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzhsRo8LrOs2_fNkV1U9BMd1jRGCXaLN6NG6ZupGwRWP8xbvuNefJMh_BhCMNKBwAc0WKfo5q_T4FDPIIgeDjUKNLPy7et6APhRlZYAwat_JgHAFjmgWiofjF0aeXDD3NujJro5Z8fwBg/s320/IMG_6152.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539843780404607634" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">espana's front desk</span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikuLYxrDGTAEEDEF-0yU_7hUznkEHDSCTFCUkI8jPFdRsl3brWGT3k6LVHdiQgpKx8Ttap9dBpYFOaU9j8kSPPoemRJnU94HRf4Y3YeJdM7P5dOmpacPNTxHibFVmf3Q1kUJOJZhJ2rzQ/s1600/IMG_6716.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikuLYxrDGTAEEDEF-0yU_7hUznkEHDSCTFCUkI8jPFdRsl3brWGT3k6LVHdiQgpKx8Ttap9dBpYFOaU9j8kSPPoemRJnU94HRf4Y3YeJdM7P5dOmpacPNTxHibFVmf3Q1kUJOJZhJ2rzQ/s320/IMG_6716.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539843774710608514" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">the alarm clock</span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Lima, a place full of life, a melting pot. Its where you'll find people from all over and beyond. Sitting at the main plaza, an old lady came up. She spoke spanish and i english. But this much i understood: "If you ever come back to Peru, i will be sitting right here waiting for you on that very day", smilingly she said. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfktPL7bBOt_roJ22mRuN0V-ZoWveKDxyKKimBlENAob4zY1zZpl0dHOiMUoo1yeNMnbS18mRxj3bgJyWW2M36NLt1Uvm9YRTu_5mHRNU-mbavl3KWJnqgmnfP6bxw9FG8w_bGW-G15RM/s1600/IMG_6615.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfktPL7bBOt_roJ22mRuN0V-ZoWveKDxyKKimBlENAob4zY1zZpl0dHOiMUoo1yeNMnbS18mRxj3bgJyWW2M36NLt1Uvm9YRTu_5mHRNU-mbavl3KWJnqgmnfP6bxw9FG8w_bGW-G15RM/s320/IMG_6615.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539845724611006338" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">the morning after</span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNUlDOKykA01ZNNk62e_xRxK90zCFWAIcKZyqDVEr-iOuuiO-pz7b61MMyfmQqjjdcSx5fIftDx9lvuINYhkVkzV2iB4gWnNK4j__m7wOtPR3uHe9stumI5nNV4dTluhiyeGxIOp6mDbo/s1600/IMG_6447.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNUlDOKykA01ZNNk62e_xRxK90zCFWAIcKZyqDVEr-iOuuiO-pz7b61MMyfmQqjjdcSx5fIftDx9lvuINYhkVkzV2iB4gWnNK4j__m7wOtPR3uHe9stumI5nNV4dTluhiyeGxIOp6mDbo/s320/IMG_6447.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539845714099494754" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">spanish dances</span></i></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And of course i eventually did come back, 6 months later, but she wasn't. Nonetheless, i sat on the same spot for the second time and paid my respects to her promise. I felt accomplished and loved.</span></div></span></div></div></div></div>mbnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851613217793721424noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417205982152201796.post-11936945247572762172010-10-28T16:12:00.006-04:002010-10-28T16:23:50.886-04:00boom-de-ah-da<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The world is awesome.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I am a junkie when it comes to this. And i find this absolutely brilliant!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Definitely makes academia worth it.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I love..</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="410" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a0jZzBEKIMc?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a0jZzBEKIMc?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="410" height="344"></embed></object><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Boom-de-ah-da, boom-de-ah-da.</span></div></div>mbnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851613217793721424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417205982152201796.post-22020888360763557922010-10-24T23:14:00.012-04:002010-10-25T02:47:16.895-04:00i met the walrus<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;">Brilliantly animated. There's something kinda gumbo-ass about this. </span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div style="text-align: center;">I leave the thinking to those more qualified, i think.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Peace. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Increasingly, or never our hearts off.<br /><br /><object width="410" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jmR0V6s3NKk?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jmR0V6s3NKk?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="410" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />interview done in 1969, by a 14 year old kid named Jerry Levitan who snuck into John Lennon's hotel room in Toronto and convinced him to do an interview.</div></span>mbnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851613217793721424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417205982152201796.post-58589268877084612392010-10-16T18:44:00.008-04:002010-10-21T22:24:19.467-04:00all nighter<div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The misty eyes of reminiscence always comes up emotionally. And I completely understand why.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfN7cHWO2_-cZtxS3lHW15qzFY5WujU4zmNrHJZwMq_Au5TinTZ5Z56aX0mBuVlamerqBFx7d2WngKGBkZpuIoDNcXwB1YJm7LPmARTUvlsUCRqr8-jl4qj-G-oBIUu9Z7deyUIjZHMmE/s1600/IMG_3315.JPG"></a></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Xjy8ORnAWG-Ob-2odncEJSGV1__x48zShhamlCcS1YcsivVqEhpCy1kiAYDsZ_u_pprAeDZ_GngDoiHW7MJ6mdP93OgP_95sIQa-4XAg9ZgYtdu2L_RpRws-DMxiA7SMgQrH1MwqUpc/s320/IMG_3274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528780113758860962" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">an oasis of sound</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">- a simple and happy tribute to an amazing perspective to sound. they dance but mostly they pray bout love and war. thank you neil young.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfN7cHWO2_-cZtxS3lHW15qzFY5WujU4zmNrHJZwMq_Au5TinTZ5Z56aX0mBuVlamerqBFx7d2WngKGBkZpuIoDNcXwB1YJm7LPmARTUvlsUCRqr8-jl4qj-G-oBIUu9Z7deyUIjZHMmE/s1600/IMG_3315.JPG"><img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfN7cHWO2_-cZtxS3lHW15qzFY5WujU4zmNrHJZwMq_Au5TinTZ5Z56aX0mBuVlamerqBFx7d2WngKGBkZpuIoDNcXwB1YJm7LPmARTUvlsUCRqr8-jl4qj-G-oBIUu9Z7deyUIjZHMmE/s320/IMG_3315.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528780137607283090" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">the shell</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">-vulnerable, that's why i'm beautiful.</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkl9GbO-E5lj-1T1JSpwqmQloeBNDzsyWoQfG6aGURCrsH9SUhFFKKFY-Ci-4bLzEd1tjhMhTBAwj4Y9u2CBpoMs40oWSIUTL-Icn-kOdK-t8JJ4uiWDVKJGDC3y7MRCjy59PyksGp_s4/s1600/IMG_3257.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkl9GbO-E5lj-1T1JSpwqmQloeBNDzsyWoQfG6aGURCrsH9SUhFFKKFY-Ci-4bLzEd1tjhMhTBAwj4Y9u2CBpoMs40oWSIUTL-Icn-kOdK-t8JJ4uiWDVKJGDC3y7MRCjy59PyksGp_s4/s320/IMG_3257.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528780129427164370" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">requiem for lennon</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">- you may say i'm a dreamer.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjqjT8MoJQpne0GzBqrhDq3ArkbQScHaYR5d8-SQHE3K3jj9phR4w7RGNabWZEHOem_JP4Za-c22MXk5MVumrtxUYfQUQw3eJxiIdrgQISZ0D2VpjO6l0f3MwUF_Epc5wn5MuH3zQzucU/s320/IMG_3371.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528780127416831122" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">blind</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">-simply too bright</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWcehtuIX0OUJUz35sKuYRMFFN7NQTLPOGytEsRXhvk-m963NBUqv_2GlTCcMudqGsPdCWSW73V2Qi1TP44Z9jfQG9CbVLCF3O3_BoVYK_fBru6OOHDhUnOf2w5s3bbi-vjoMG8sKrWVo/s1600/IMG_3176.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWcehtuIX0OUJUz35sKuYRMFFN7NQTLPOGytEsRXhvk-m963NBUqv_2GlTCcMudqGsPdCWSW73V2Qi1TP44Z9jfQG9CbVLCF3O3_BoVYK_fBru6OOHDhUnOf2w5s3bbi-vjoMG8sKrWVo/s320/IMG_3176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530688386931947586" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">pasar malam</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-O9kchnc5dKUv2ihMaFK9hCUjLDBJfiFt6Ow72iWegsqf2t1geU-JnYR4T0e0w5XpIPaRiQmeFA6mNSyhlZJuL9ICS0NA3l-mpeV4PWzR_WZIQj8KJSV-7HG9YZ5vhO8bT0XLp8UsoJM/s1600/IMG_3311.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-O9kchnc5dKUv2ihMaFK9hCUjLDBJfiFt6Ow72iWegsqf2t1geU-JnYR4T0e0w5XpIPaRiQmeFA6mNSyhlZJuL9ICS0NA3l-mpeV4PWzR_WZIQj8KJSV-7HG9YZ5vhO8bT0XLp8UsoJM/s320/IMG_3311.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530688375747448642" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i love adrenaline</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB2pXbLS_3cr3BC3DUyG1KHunjlOGGBayZ7JjEjx2C0oHHzz92NcoL7xWB2_raQXQ6loDIPvHncerdIpkC-XbPoACKy82rdD3SduBdM84nvH0e3Q_At_peC5neHJ-YsoL3p2mfU1W0bQ0/s1600/IMG_3388.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB2pXbLS_3cr3BC3DUyG1KHunjlOGGBayZ7JjEjx2C0oHHzz92NcoL7xWB2_raQXQ6loDIPvHncerdIpkC-XbPoACKy82rdD3SduBdM84nvH0e3Q_At_peC5neHJ-YsoL3p2mfU1W0bQ0/s320/IMG_3388.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530687767782640850" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">humans are dead</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAAySBAnpkcfGUO-Zz1HKImG55EDKpQgWAi6fkzs78OV9LTTUBWztqSTJr_UajskwLz_9FXssS1l_t0VLDnxWRKd_h5de3gjR3pZoT0OqJhluZHLyFTdxS21QJO4Z9x0SwN-oH4RpFaCo/s1600/IMG_3336.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAAySBAnpkcfGUO-Zz1HKImG55EDKpQgWAi6fkzs78OV9LTTUBWztqSTJr_UajskwLz_9FXssS1l_t0VLDnxWRKd_h5de3gjR3pZoT0OqJhluZHLyFTdxS21QJO4Z9x0SwN-oH4RpFaCo/s320/IMG_3336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530687164321614018" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">under pressure</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGF7gGBRKPkeZ_t6LLnk0ypzBGcx-eFJmuJlnwCCwVjOOcbVxt8DSeFYpNm2MPp0HYNHXoKLI9EyjzaPrEIHCZ-ym7QmJA16q0HuxlK1rtN62_mU27nkvP157IyP5jF6bqi-_mchdinJM/s1600/IMG_3225.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGF7gGBRKPkeZ_t6LLnk0ypzBGcx-eFJmuJlnwCCwVjOOcbVxt8DSeFYpNm2MPp0HYNHXoKLI9EyjzaPrEIHCZ-ym7QmJA16q0HuxlK1rtN62_mU27nkvP157IyP5jF6bqi-_mchdinJM/s320/IMG_3225.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530689142752747042" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;">angels</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYRqLh51AbHJz5T-hTSqvUX0egFqHbgp-Z2stnW1BpsUiX11PG_xIUvKXULd8WUss_fcUB6VdFRs_lY_jN-g2J91vb8HmRnvMuYdSBA-AgV9KXbg0BSJj0m_1nA3pJOKbX0qwt9zorqps/s1600/IMG_3299.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYRqLh51AbHJz5T-hTSqvUX0egFqHbgp-Z2stnW1BpsUiX11PG_xIUvKXULd8WUss_fcUB6VdFRs_lY_jN-g2J91vb8HmRnvMuYdSBA-AgV9KXbg0BSJj0m_1nA3pJOKbX0qwt9zorqps/s320/IMG_3299.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530689137939834322" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div style="text-align: center;">no more nukes, no more nukes</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span></div></div>mbnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851613217793721424noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417205982152201796.post-68867130545115901352010-09-25T23:59:00.017-04:002010-09-28T19:30:02.141-04:00weekend<div style="text-align: left;">Its one of those days where you know the day before was a lot lot better, and you're begging like a child for a simple second of sweet yesterday.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">But no.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Always moving, always looking, trying so damn hard to satisfy to the very best of my abilities, my simple curiosity about a world, that only a few years back i've seen nothing off. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">When I first set out, everything was new. And looking back, always the same usual monotonous voice creeps into my head saying: 'look how green you were back then man... and of course, the classic, what in God's name were you wearing?!' There's always things that you wish you'd done differently.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">But mind you, this aint regret. I mean I still, and always will, love those moments, but if i could just squeeze a little bit more, perhaps my eyes would smile. Because hey, if your eyes are smiling, then you're smiling.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">But I know if I could go back and warn little-ol'-mini-me here, he'd be like: 'I know I can't, I know I shouldn't, but I must'.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So I decided, plausible deniability was best. Live and be free my friend.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif7ciPgGTWvIW4QfXcjuTOjg2ZwyxPFH2UxOSTe2uSYH0yBcaw4AS2gG1gj-WBd0usrFQlCOerNeuCa-EV-rVtSNeVE7vFjwdtDwHZbMvvkfdt1zVRsRhH2dh7JxGRwC1A8YP_S3RLSD4/s320/IMG_4157.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521439695019448674" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div>mbnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851613217793721424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417205982152201796.post-63097528994287866462010-09-22T00:01:00.005-04:002010-09-26T21:35:32.168-04:00on a highway to hell<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtBAwC6AzpNd7-PkvK1D2q8AyxGFUCwC2AmjlrrMA0yYLSFbE6G9J3K6OofchlYmkuFVdjUSpQ9dUSeh-TnOAoaWIj9o-aWJt__Lw7MrZhV-kgVIbcAyNJIrFSmT8b2qoXyzEuwuMKqGQ/s1600/IMG_0563.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtBAwC6AzpNd7-PkvK1D2q8AyxGFUCwC2AmjlrrMA0yYLSFbE6G9J3K6OofchlYmkuFVdjUSpQ9dUSeh-TnOAoaWIj9o-aWJt__Lw7MrZhV-kgVIbcAyNJIrFSmT8b2qoXyzEuwuMKqGQ/s200/IMG_0563.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519595685794411266" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">All this while a dip and nap would suffice, because otherwise lets face it, you're missing the point. I'm determined that on these plains I would find whatever it is that I'm looking for. Even if I dont know what that could possibly be. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">But that aint the case. I'm in a place of fog and mist, where the very figure of the shadowy monster you might call 'the rat race' resonate through my over eaten imagination. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Its suppose to be a matter of physics. Plain simple. Pick a job, and stick to it. But life does not give you an A or B to circle. There always and forever will be C, D, E ... etc. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;">Dear jebus, give me a rat. A rat so good you'll bleed from your ears if i tell you.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I'm a hardworking man. I deserve to be happy. Live the life in an independent republic of cocktail that takes away the wrinkles and eye sacks, and brings fourth the smiles. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Oh yes. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Oh yes you distant away imaginary illusion you.</span><span style="font-weight:bold;"></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div></div>mbnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851613217793721424noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417205982152201796.post-37698982404084037562010-08-31T00:12:00.016-04:002010-08-31T01:50:24.970-04:00recipe for my love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwsO7Zeyg57M3I9Y7y8R5GDnu79F3TSdmNlQXlrQMe4qOUsG5ywszrted6fjDut9msGXDjfo3bodh5IR7rMjJkq5iGP2XOERrGICr_L7C7WEOkyTmtvO9tkbXvZ2c4wI8_LKwz8ieDKkA/s1600/IMG_0040.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 163px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwsO7Zeyg57M3I9Y7y8R5GDnu79F3TSdmNlQXlrQMe4qOUsG5ywszrted6fjDut9msGXDjfo3bodh5IR7rMjJkq5iGP2XOERrGICr_L7C7WEOkyTmtvO9tkbXvZ2c4wI8_LKwz8ieDKkA/s200/IMG_0040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511439976099538610" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Note to self, 0.0 production. I'm still, weeks later, trying to make any sense of it. I mean, who saw this coming? When I get back, I figured I'll drop some acid, sit down and write up this work thing. Maybe thats what I need to do to see this straight, to impose some direction, some shape on what I saw.</span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">When I started studying, it was always in my head to end up in an office, simply typing shit and singing my la-di-da all day long. But, it turned out pretty well this studying racket. I mean, i wouldn't go as far as recommending to others to do what I do. Im lucky to have ended up here. Its working for me. All those years of pain and paying attention to details allowed me to just relax and enjoy the moment in a spontaneous way. Allowing you to look around and notice so much more of the context of whats happening around you, who's around you, whats on the radio etc. In short, the major components of any experience.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">All we are now are just the end result of centuries of trial and error, that we forget the roots of it. It's deeply satisfying to understand why things are the way they are. Pay a little more attention to the details, it'll tell you so much about not just the thing you're seeing, but where you're seeing it.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Hoping on the tram in the morning and hearing the conductor greeting "Good morning Ms. Robinson, looking good today," as you pass along an unfamiliar neighbourhood, where everything around you are alien. Sort of like the kinda things that you read in children's storybooks. Makes you warmer inside then any pancake waffle could ever do. I found paradise in that brief moment of clarity and I smiled the widest smile.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjULQ8ivN8zRFuX3tCu8rzPcY4Zb7RGlCGxCgU0Q9vUjrc2CCRIza3z3qb5-JR_kDbgOx6HCDFPqYk59Ukda77At4wM_PkUdj5wael-2ZqwzLQXbg6ikRRMmYs838rQ2j3yPTO3hsV6lZ0/s320/IMG_0190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511436486837673378" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So here I am, in a sleepy middle of nowhere transit point on the way to somewhere else. Me, smoking my smokes... and of course, still singing my la-di-da. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It will be hard. To put a cover on this face. But I suppose this is another part of life one has to indulge into. After all, its all about the next life anyway.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaIba3i0rARIdKtZNTMUz-ApxJ9F5Vf5VEDe8gMKcfbcBcVGhGLU8X2nS6m10w4lnJDocCTu9WOlpgJPjUVEkfx0IaIBQp2AKwatnnbyEDKkuyDiaPFLXVeCmWavov4J-6hmce0gRIJNo/s320/IMG_2389.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511437334222279266" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Someone should paint me a face like Mona Lisa.</span></span></div></div></div>mbnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851613217793721424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417205982152201796.post-73861387568400147192010-07-19T02:17:00.021-04:002011-02-13T21:44:41.128-05:00what you see is what you dont always get<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhipzuV3IC1my4org3nNMld6sXDTs7zCUnAQfy24gt1W4wHDsloa17htWzgN6HdhKppx4wEPaooiES3XmJLAKOiZFxs1lJQmF0TfnJHDyozKfsR9b5bLdLGaWHDt90JnNh_olunOxX1V_8/s1600/IMG_3282.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495856848502359250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhipzuV3IC1my4org3nNMld6sXDTs7zCUnAQfy24gt1W4wHDsloa17htWzgN6HdhKppx4wEPaooiES3XmJLAKOiZFxs1lJQmF0TfnJHDyozKfsR9b5bLdLGaWHDt90JnNh_olunOxX1V_8/s200/IMG_3282.JPG" /></a> I'm awake. I think I'm awake. I can find out for sure if i open my eyes, although I doubt that it would make a difference. The smell of stale cigarette smoke, rattling noise of a cheap discounted fan, empty cans and crumpled up clothes. Yup, I'm awake. Although I can't really decide if yesterday was either summer or failure?<br /><div><div><div><br /><div>A new day emerges, and with it hundred new distractions bloomed like the malevolent desert flowers. I mean, why not? Life is a stage. Nowadays, there's no such thing as 'real life'. There's only 'themed life'. The kinda life that exist in our heads, a product of the mind trying to cover up for its old buddy, the heart. Against my better judgement, I've allowed myself to be sucked to a trip to a theme park of a mind inside a theme park of a mind. Now isn't that fantastic. I'm talking about punching you in the groin and slap you in the face kinda fantastic.<br /><br /></div><div>I've distracted myself too much. And by that, I've discovered my real source of non-stop hardworking, over the top, excruciating will to attempt at the thing we call academia that turns us all into walking zombies. Guilt! Plain and simple guilt. I mean, if I could go all out on things that are unadulterated worldly, why can't i do the same for things that are pure and wholesome? Realizing is step one of the guilt process. And now you'll see me running for the finish line.<br /><br /></div><div>Go in peace my little friend. Frolic at will. </div><div><br /></div><div>But i am sad. Sad to leave behind my university life and travels, to a lustful rat race conformed deeply by society. I know they say that when travelling ends, its a great difficulty to return, if they ever return at all that is. People simply go bamboo over this. In my own travels, i've come across them many times. Take Joe for example who i met in Paracas, Peru. Previously an Alaskan fisherman, he came to Peru, searching for an everlasting joy of freedom to live off the land, fuelled by culture and fed by his everlasting charming smile. Once a frequent traveller, he simply turned bamboo and finally just never went home.<br /><br /></div><div>But why? Maybe everyone is looking for that special place that makes them say "oh dude, how can i look at this and go back? How could i possibly continue with life as it was before after seeing all this?" I know what i want when i travel. I wanna be still and take it all in. Listen... Keep listening and say, "it's like a dream, only better. Why? Because when I open my eyes, it's all still here". I want to believe that nothing in this world could ever make this dream any better. Blows the mind away!<br /><br /></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495853346613094706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgixAcFdt4A4tX17Ld3l4sSl-IjyjZdMVZLp7hH3QuEax2UJoAsTXNJ5x01Ju5fZ4tCSGyaHpCrYjDm8AELiF8XRwV-DE4sLNvDFAW9G12U2PzL23EjLzSdbmG3dO0KRzZ1F2tDtHFL2_0/s320/IMG_8292.JPG" /><br /><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495853339863639346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5XvCe0XSBsN3RI7e7yNiOZ2ko4nfUrCfIuPIdmnEBhtedq4M-cGjKLm30vQpGyQA2xTJOHMJEFrx1znkwihRXg01J1-hfcuh9TX2hWitvfZnNwUtafWAMba4MaJaHWNdoNTP4VcVwajc/s320/IMG_8193.JPG" /><br />But i am remembered that anywhere i go, i'll always say that i'm Malaysian. Always going through life by understanding, labelling and understanding myself. So how could any foreign place keep me from staying away from home? Travelling is and always will be for the everyday ritual.<br /><br /></div><div>So i embrace this conformity and live life as it is. There's more to see and much left to do in this big beautiful world of ours. And i dont intend to stop and sulk here over the death of university.</div></div></div>mbnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851613217793721424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417205982152201796.post-30482707517335795202010-07-07T19:11:00.019-04:002010-07-08T16:02:53.757-04:00the desertThere's only one thing that i could say, and that is i am spoilt. With so many choices generously unveiling itself to me, its hard to chose just one thing. Over indulging is a line easily crossed. Especially when company is as abundant as the smothering baking desert heat, or as blissful as the blows of the mighty Jequetepeque wind that comes as early as the eyes are fresh from soundless sleeps.<br /><br /><div><div align="left">So what should i do when I've had one too many? Or the balance of zen once again goes horribly weird, and that an over sized meltdown is creeping its way around the corner? Well, if you're like me, you'd make a trip to the land of plenty. I need help. Liver failing, lungs filled and the brain... well... the evidence is right before you my friend.<br /><br />With everyday passed here, the heart becomes more and more silent. No longer it thinks about the past or future. It was content simply to muse over the desert, and to leave all that is bad behind. The kinda bad that makes you feel so dirty, yet so alive. Sort of like forbidden love, clandestine sex if you must. You know you shouldn't do it, but it feels so damn good.<br /><br />Strangely enough, the mind agrees too. The heart and the mind had become friends, and neither of them betraying the other. Enlightenment perhaps? For a brief moment... well... yes, I think so. Life unfolds unpredictable ways. I'm still here, and forced to consider that I might actually 'be here'. I want to understand, reach into the Soul of the World, and be apart of it. And I know that in it, was my own.<br /><br />I know, I know. I'm a total slut for enlightenment. What can I say?<br /><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491415438017458866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlbR64hmhmn8qHpLABMyJyTYtYCDHZMLOJqoGql1VJoc0-wJKQdg69mkQEwzik6hyauLgbS1B753yuHiaoQ0KtHyx_oRJS57eufpESgiHd3KgEwusqFEjHT72ObQmaGd0lCo2SmC5I48I/s320/IMG_9848.jpg" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">the orange box<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491415428046431346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXhGNoKMFK3xbvMghIkXQvaExzkGrJnQfpgOPDioBEVKwzD-TZZ_nod4roSnrZ0ADJqKvFiOn3cFbmTaHZJj3_GPtxin9yetfKaKaqTwifG6ltelPg_HACqgUrMT80M1_M7jGcZaJ7U-w/s320/IMG_0348.jpg" /><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">chalie brown<br /><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491342805282307474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQRYuD7cccZLwR8Q0exlNkUqqWW37vgIeKcl0Wrmc8M2wGoy5UtEKzl1O_LhlcyOXMq8IUH171W1NJO0Te6qxBxCrk-Y1DznNgruP4-WGzWBj7koTeOq4deXqJIoozNYOPqK8GsXqcVB0/s320/IMG_0499.jpg" /><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">burro<br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491336804588349970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYCKxO6fgnGoKvVBbUR0ygB9SiVi5OXQO9b1hzK6C5fOVFVtvCaS3e_CYkC-oW7CxAlJaw1f-bEvxwuFTlmBMUY4yieXH_f-yk1wSGBAxzOi4CSqAPQjx10EqbwoVxyf88bGIwGaQ42EY/s320/IMG_9844.jpg" /><br /></span><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">charlie<br /><br /></span></p><span style="font-size:85%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491339529877827970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzCeX34q_J1vZOen8PRgGeG7sKaRhxJcHsEtudYaW4OWi2nMmOlEOObGvArnaTuuVnlEu398Bmui4pi6XIAmpcPlWFYSO8K03gR-KB3_by6pC3DGCeW0LQE60o-FHXXsiLq6wanGQI_v0/s320/IMG_9856.jpg" /><br /></span><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">the wind<br /><br /></span></p><span style="font-size:85%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491341644612459986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtvINye4BbSVLb3hya7K1gJHN8KFZ3QA7FNhyaNzkV1qE4K6nvjFHssQbsYfTt4y2TnT06rmiRmEGJcbol5G5jCd0bOs33IiuLLTRcLkH_MW3WbVnX8YNrS0yZrAY6p80JZYS-j0H6Y1M/s320/IMG_9581.JPG" /><br /></span><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">the silent hello<br /><br /></span></p><span style="font-size:85%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491339522771815842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoBngijEWMoRwD7DROo4BvBuNrwDyYpDbe2rVUPCDa9fFpSSgNR6XwrUUCjoOD1jlHDN1BRbotSKP9SEUyVOVvXduXnHWr3G1lij2j-GWip0SYhk1mtxnW0LG3f7oxO7HUN33x7an2aWw/s320/IMG_9616.jpg" /><br /></span><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">moche ceramic<br /><br /></span></p><span style="font-size:85%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491338311681510738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkw3vMoNpZPOFHt5BH103fUySLT0oRCO6VptIPjVz5aEa4EGQYy8NEleLGWWpxR41krLrVkgUNVMcbsJiIArYv1X7SUmOXYaw_f_Cw8bQy0-ul2_TYuTUtKcAKKdgAwQne2FtnBKOl2tM/s320/IMG_9946.JPG" /><br /></span><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">gandalf<br /><br /></span></p><span style="font-size:85%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491338324765228690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNFx-1mK_ApMXBUoKf9zKr1tTfDLh7mMlsdQvrvkrHhIGSMOh2teG1B7jcaUCE5ZY6lW58Xu40a9QZnf54JNjHa2pD1eb2Hx3wz8ZgEsLkkz9vsvcOQn-hfzyFDZ2EH5C3iGMwrF9wb3o/s320/IMG_9641.jpg" /><br /></span><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">the puzzling cross<br /><br /></span></p><span style="font-size:85%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491341653037997522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikZyOQXgsP8R_3xNXmDnITBI4VH9JiFxQT5lMcH9HsfdS4-Dp29Q6fsEPN2PDiFpGItFUV2K7_gM_KD7VTifKfraMszBQg1k0D69DpL3DcujEiUeZUBnn1YNfMdNcwmma-p7j71_5FYWM/s320/IMG_9525.JPG" /><br /></span><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">huaca colorada<br /><br /></span></p><span style="font-size:85%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491342793570220866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3_jJNMXUpRg7KQKcL0S6WIdbHE87Xp7u1vrCyp7J5Ue9uWtZUVe6QW2Tp_R2WJgKg2-Z2qS2JpMjjTUQTEO8-tqa9gqAeXcw-wNp09B4Vx8EgkTmwLPvc9zF_ZGJjSpblOwBMErzaqcw/s320/IMG_0219.jpg" /><br /></span><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">i need more of this</span></p></div></div></div></div>mbnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851613217793721424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417205982152201796.post-70381874781219920532010-06-03T01:06:00.009-04:002011-02-13T21:45:35.229-05:00Tears of Royalty<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvjZ6OSZwUKPOtEctaFxxFBuBKHWjxcw8MghDJ0cw3WZQqHyLs6yg0mYAjWajxdA236fZJAghb8-YeDNLfXKRxnF7EXor6rYHiorFuNOhlTVBqcl7S51Y2JpJWBiPV23TZnTs8MGE1_N8/s1600/IMG_9276.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478413175932797058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvjZ6OSZwUKPOtEctaFxxFBuBKHWjxcw8MghDJ0cw3WZQqHyLs6yg0mYAjWajxdA236fZJAghb8-YeDNLfXKRxnF7EXor6rYHiorFuNOhlTVBqcl7S51Y2JpJWBiPV23TZnTs8MGE1_N8/s200/IMG_9276.JPG" /></a> <div>The older i get, the more i travel, the lesser i understand myself.</div><br /><div>It seems that the more places i perceive and encounter, the bigger i understand the world to be. The more of it i grasp, the more relatively little i know of it. How many more places i have still to go, how much more there is to learn? </div><div></div><br /><div>Until finally, enlightenment?</div><br /><div></div><div>Maybe this is refinement enough, to know that there is no final resting place of the self. No moment of smug clarity. Perhaps astuteness such as it is for now, is realizing how bitty i am, how feeble minded, and how much further i have yet to go.</div><br /><div></div><div>Emotions that come with it all are the biggest challenge yet. Perhaps the concept of body mind duality is at its most distinct when it comes to emotions. The mind with all its logic, and the heart with its fragility, battling it out for supremacy. What is this all for you might ask?</div><div></div><br /><div>Simple.</div><br /><div></div><div>To the victor, granted the title of what we call 'reality'.</div><br /><div></div><div>Perhaps i being the ungrateful being that i am, blurred my exit to it all once again. Or perhaps tears of a friend might show me the way, but maybe by then it already is too late.</div><br /><div></div><div>So hold out a hand for prayer to the drop of salty water, in which we call the knowledge of the world. May you never touch the ground ever again.</div><br /><div></div><div>Salute.</div>mbnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851613217793721424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417205982152201796.post-39741964562440749882010-05-24T18:41:00.005-04:002010-10-14T01:15:23.120-04:00the other half<div align="center"><em>she'll be comin round the mountain when she comes</em></div><div align="center"><em>she'll be comin round the mountain</em></div><div align="center"><em>she'll be comin round the mountain</em></div><div align="center"><em>she'll be comin round the mountain when she comes</em></div><br />And for the record, making life-altering decisions during holidays are NOT COOL (yes, you know who you are. not cool at all). Low blow.<br /><br />I believe the mind works in periodicity, and as phase diagrams. And everything, EVERYTHING is good when equilibrium is found. we sometimes need help from the 'outside' to find it. Or, just shut up and listen.<br /><br />So... Repetez s'il vous plait:<br />Relajar.mbnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851613217793721424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417205982152201796.post-17937138801505817032010-05-19T22:12:00.008-04:002010-05-19T22:43:59.174-04:00half a heart<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMvw1bR2S8uPhyphenhyphenIIxHP-cbBJjsD1sLqRvb1Qra6OKevFmYW4ugjy8msfGEK1TfVwbvI9J1KYEFjIVNnbyC5DHKUsBYuXopPr28EdbxOz0c2E5-a1SWKSrVop3zrRJaX9bER289eEZNfNg/s1600/IMG_9085.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMvw1bR2S8uPhyphenhyphenIIxHP-cbBJjsD1sLqRvb1Qra6OKevFmYW4ugjy8msfGEK1TfVwbvI9J1KYEFjIVNnbyC5DHKUsBYuXopPr28EdbxOz0c2E5-a1SWKSrVop3zrRJaX9bER289eEZNfNg/s200/IMG_9085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473173664154135506" border="0" /></a><br />i will miss this little cute green garbage bin.<br /><br />bus stations, airports... those are never good places to be at. especially after a wonderful travel.<br /><br />c'est la vie. c'est la vie.<br /><br />dreams last for so long...<br /><br />i dont know what yours is, but mine was the ipod gig. my favorite.<br />yes, je me souviens.<br /><br />goodbye little green bin.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span>mbnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851613217793721424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417205982152201796.post-32608119782458718582010-05-16T20:53:00.004-04:002010-05-16T20:56:50.510-04:00the fruit<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">forbidden fruits, oh so good...</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">... and i can hear my soul screaming.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i need my salty water for summer.</span></div>mbnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851613217793721424noreply@blogger.com0