Nostalgic. Sometimes, we long for the past: for moments we want to remember or recapture. The good times. The golden years. Or perhaps we’re homesick, or longing for something — or someone — that might have been.
In the Background: The places that we pass through day after day, or even once in a lifetime, leave in their small way, echoes and traces of themselves upon us. But so often when taking self portraits or pictures of friends, the places themselves become a soft blurred mush of indistinct semi-nothingness, the limelight stolen by our smiling faces. In today’s challenge, let’s turn the tables. Take a picture of yourself or someone else as a shadow, a reflection, or a lesser part of a scene, making the background, or — as in the example above — the foreground, the center of attention.
Ito ang paborito kong litrato(well, na luma at nakita ko) ng aking mga magulang. Tipong pagkatingin ko, “Shet, ‘di nagkamali si daddy. Nakajackpot sa chicks!” at siyempre ang nanay ko napakaganda pa rin naman hanggang ngayon at wala talagang pagkakamali si daddy(lalo na’t wala ako kung wala sila). :)
with a big smile on your face. :D
It was the usual unproductive and never fruitful week for me. I even lost track on what date, day I am and that is how you spend your quality time with self and rest “after” you have long stressful decade of school. Though schooling was never really that stressful to me (yeah, about 10% of the time) since I really don’t study for barely any of my subjects. I study when I need to not when I’m supposed to. The usual line from my mother was: “Alam mo anak, kung nag-aaral ka lang siguro matataas ang grades mo”(“Son, if you were to study hard, you’ll have good grades”).
Some say timing is a bitch.
Some say timing is everything.
Maybe everything is a bitch.
There are times that the whole world is against you.
There are times that everything is clicking.
There are times that nothing significant enough happens to you.
There are times when I just want to feel your embrace in the cold night.
Note that everything is directly proportional to your choices.
This implies that everything is really a bitch.
Compare a perfectly orchestrated band to some band without practice clearly states that timing is vital.
Yes, I do believe it’s a necessity to spice up life(well, it’s preference really).
It amplifies the wave function of your emotions.
It gives uncertainty to your principles.
It generates chaos to your system.
It causes someone to tunnel to your barriers. (what the fuck, the Physics terms.)
But yes, again we meet “ideally” which is the imaginary part of your function.
Love is everything.
Love is complex. ;D
When you rock, love is paper.
or in any other cases, love can be water or grass if you know what I mean. :P
Love cannot lose to a certain thing.
Love defeats everything because it can be everything.
Love defeats timing.
Love defeats love.
The point is when you put love in the equation, you put something imaginary to your function that you malfunction, something you can’t explain physically and yet emotionally.
So consider timing as a condiment. The sugar to your coffee, the ketchup to your chicken or the salt in your ocean if that even made a point. It isn’t really necessary to your life but you’ll want it.
I can really go on with this but this isn’t the right time :P