i just made some changes on my blog. ehehe i hope you notice it.

on photography

reading blogs of my favorite shutterbugs/bloggers makes me want to have my own d-slr. i used to own a prosumer, sony h-1, which i got when i was in high school as an advanced graduation gift. adjusting the shutter speed, aperture and iso (but with limited manipulations only) make me feel like i know everything about photography, especially when people have to wait because i have to make some adjustments. then, i would blurt out "wait lang, inaadjust yung setting" while they were holding their smiles for a while. or i think that's the reason why prosumers made, to make you a poser. ahaha when i was in high school, only a few people really had the interest in photography. but now, almost everyone wants to own a d-slr and become a photographer. i just don't like people who keeps on wishing they want a d-slr but actually has the capability to own one. after mag-sawa, they would just leave the camera on a corner and let it rot forever. i honestly envy them because they have the money to spend on 1) getting a camera 2) buying books on photography 3) traveling to different places. but i can't see their sincerity to photography. sorry. i'm kinda discriminating when it comes to photography. i personally think that some people want to get in to the hobby because it's in - almost everyone's having a camera. sorry. sabog yung post. simply, my point is i want to have a camera and if you're just going to waste your money in buying one but you wouldn't actually use, please, i'm down on my knees and begging you, to give me that damn (nikon) d-slr.

versus

i sometimes envy my high school friends. every time i'm with them, i don't feel like i've been wasting my time hearing really sabaw jokes. it's not that it's a waste time, coz by this age, we should be talking about really serious stuff, like politics, economy, etc, shouldn't we? anyway, their stories are really funny; they just make fun of anyone or anything that would tickle their funny bones. i sometimes compare what is happening to me with my college barkada and high school barkada. one thing that i've noticed is that there are no dramas with the latter. sabaw lang talaga or purong kagaguhan. i think that it is either when i was in high school, i hid my "dramatic" side and tried to pretend that everything is alright though it's not or now in college, i've become too sensitive to what is happening around me. as for the latter, i tried to meddle with the things and to fix - as if i'm actually involved and as if i could. actually, i've noticed a similarity. i've been stuck with them, both hs friends and college friends, really well. and it made parting ways a really fugly bitch. i'm actually having a hard time coping with the fact that we were heading to different courses. i know that school's really small but the tight schedule would lessen the time (especially the lunches, since it has really special for me) that we get to spend with each other. hay, i really don't know why i end up writing this kind of post. is it because i got to see a long lost hs friend? or washing the dishes reminded me of my hs friends' tasks at their apartment? or i'm tired of becoming a homeboy and i don't want to work? ewan ewan... shout-outs to my high school barkada: ben, emong, finney, casey, carlo and michael. shout outs to my college barkada: nel, bl, phongkei, miggy, lor, fel, ros, les, victor, dennis, bam, and gio.

i really like listening to stars. i think they got my mood right now. slow. melancholic. serene.

continuing

i honestly have to confess, that i've been a man full of dreams capable of flying around the universe. but what i have failed to comprehend is that when gravity has started to act like a bitch, he can drive you in the hardest way possible - dragging you even to your hell.

win or lose. you still lose.

i still can't help it, but i still feel like a shit/crap every time i think about it. puta! help? or maybe i don't need any coz in the end, i would be as stubborn as before. i started, i think, badly. and now, that i'm caught up in this mess, i don't know how to get out. and/or i don't want to get out. i just want my things to be ironed out. but how? tell me, please, tell me. let's put it this way. say you'd been playing around and you thought that putting magnet on your shoes, just for kicks. then you ran into a railway, where you can see the smoke of the train. plus, you can barely lift off your shoes - which are actually tied and sewn on your skin. do you cut off your feet and trying running away with severed walking appendages? or wait, 'til the train hit and crush your bones? whatever you choose, you still lose. eureka! you'll then realize that one should not play this stupid game. (i'll be giving you time to think.) finding out this eureka-moment is even worse than being severed or hit. hay... life.

88.3 jam music fest

after almost four years of waiting to seem them live, i finally got to see electrico play live. man, they're really good. they play as if you're like listening to them on the cd (which i still haven't bought one). or am i just exaggerating coz i really like them? maybe not. i really would like to jam 88.3 for bringing in them here.

random video playlist

before studying for my exam tom, i decided to share my favorite music from the o.c. it's a good drama with a good soundtrack. most of the songs were new to my ears when i was still watching it coz i used to listen to post-emo-punk songs - though these kind songs are not played on the show. here are some of the songs' videos. stars - your ex-lover is dead bell x1 - eve the apple of my eye imogen heap - goodnight and go honestly, i'm not sure if i heard them while watching the show. i just liked them when i got a copy of all of the mixtapes. kudos to josh schwarz, maker of the o.c., coz most of his shows have a good soundtrack, like gossip girl. P.S.: it seems that i've been posting too many videos lately.

blogging = stalking

does checking someone's blog a stalker move? or makitid lang ang utak at feel na feel na nila ang kadakilaan nila? ahaha and i'm posting this with their presence. i just hate it. they make rash comments right away without understanding the context. what's next? blogging is so gay. fuck.