Sunday, April 06, 2008

Colour Week

Day 305: Red, Rogue, Rojo, Rosso, Pula...
Day 305: Red, Rogue, Rojo, Rosso, Pula...
So starting today, I am doing a colour themed week, following the days with the "The Color My World Daily" group on Flickr.

Monday is Red.

Day 306: Mr. Orange
Day 306: Mr. Orange
Today is Orange day!

I recently bought a few new t-shirts from the Threadless spring-clean sale and picked up this t-shirt, it's called, Colour Coded Criminals. Of course it's a play on the wonderful Reservoir Dogs and the characters Mr. Orange and Mr. White.

Since it's Orange day, I thought this shirt would be perfect for the colour and rightfully so.

Day 307: Flower Power
Day 307: Flower Power
Today is Yellow day!

Flower power all the way! Today marks the day that Jimi Hendrix is my hero. For reasons unknown.

Day 308: Green Day
Day 308: Green Day
Today is Green day!

Green is my favourite colour and it has been since I was very small. Green is the colour of trees, grass, grass, apples, go, money, frogs, etc.

And with the British summer around the corner, because it's not quite here just yet. I can't wait to be spending my days in the sun, despite my heyfever.

Day 309: I've Got The Blues
Day 309: I've Got The Blues
Today is Blue day!

"It’s like chewing gum with your headphones on
Drinking lemonade
Chilling on the front porch after running ball
Like you lost a twenty dollar bill
You got a free ticket from the scratch and win
Its like the swimsuit issue
Could I get a tissue?

Its’ like you and your baby got nasty cut off and left alone now making eyes
On the city bus again grandma cooks blueberry pie
Little sister got a boyfriend
It’s like smoking the ride
The final right
The vinyl rides
Blues music..."

- "Blues Music" by G. Love & Special Sauce

Day 310: If You Don't Want To, Why Didn't You Say So?
Day 310: If You Don't Want To, Why Didn't You Say So?
Today is Purple day!

Sometimes, I just have to be honest and just say 'no'.

Day 311: Snow Puts Spring On Hold
Day 311: Snow Puts Spring On Hold
Today is Black and White day!

I was woken up by my Dad, he's told me it had snowed outside and it had settled too. I thought it was meant to be spring? We had some sunny spells throughout the week, it was a good sign that the sun will be shining soon enough.

Fair enough, the April showers I expected, but not snow! Hehehe. This made me excited and I went outside to take a self-portrait, the snow was perfect for a black and white shot and eventually my brother came along and we had a small snow fight until our hands started freezing up.

This is the last photo of my Colour Theme Week, hope you enjoyed the series.

Friday, March 28, 2008


"Thank You DeeJay"

Dear "You",

(I'm going to type and type until I can't type anymore)

I couldn't have asked for a better friend than my best friend. I never connected too well with males, probably because they are, well, males. They're men, real men, they like to do things that men to do and that's all stereotypical I know, but it's always applied to me really. Don't get me wrong, I have many male friends, but I don't connect with them as much I do with my best friend Sarah. Sarah, being a female name, in case you didn't guess already. Heheh.

We've all had our share of best friends, companions and peers. Your best friend in primary school was probably the first guy you saw on the playground playing tag or stuck in the mud, of course he isn't going to stick with you because you're too different from him, he's a temp, but then you find that friend who just sticks, whether you like it or not.

Sarah is an example of this. I first met her properly on the playground, ironically. I fell over and injured myself and her. We were both sent to the medical room for a wet paper towel for treatment. Heheh. We connected. It was there. We both know we weren't the most popular kids on the field, so we were on the same level, school was a terrible hierarchy. Cruel world.

We stuck it through, as casual friends throughout school and even to secondary school where we were placed in the same form group. Years went by and we both grew up, we found new friends, new interests, but we found ourselves in the same situation, I guess we were still both lost...
I always found it cool that we were in the same lessons, Religious Education, History, Art, etc. A small chat from time to time never hurt, Sarah was an old skool buddy who was cool in my books.

Then she came.

Till this day, I'm not entirely sure how Sarah and I became best friends. We just did. Maybe it's best that I don't remember, I'm having trouble recalling how it came about actually. I believe it was MSN, but that's just a guess. I had a 2 year relationship with my first love and during this time, as a blessing in disguise, Sarah and I became good friends.

We didn't do things good friends do together, you know, hang out in each other's houses, catch a movie, party and whatever, we had different friends, it was an occasional thing. When trouble came along, Sarah was the only one who listened and until this day I thank her for that.

I could type and write down endlessly about the times she was there for me, but I don't want to, brings back some terrible memories and things I'd rather not think about. But I will write down this, because this is one of the most memorable days of my life, the day I thought I lost it all. Sounds epic, but it's just petty, I'm a total drama queen!

I told Sarah first, I didn't hesistate either.

From then on, she was always fucking there. Why did I tell her first, because she were the only who would understand. The others just sighed for me, told me I could do better, ripped into her and I didn't want that, not then, not ever.

Hahah! I just remembered how we both started developing our sexual drives together, but not with each other, of course. Sarah had another Filipino on hand and I was falling for a girl who refused to accept that she was falling for a helpless kid like me. We both fell into trouble, because the two we were chasing were so alike, they didn't give a shit, whilst we did. And whilst I was chasing her and ending into dead ends, crying and feeling so fucking helpless after a night of ups-and-downs, Sarah reached out a hand and helped me back up and I did the same for her, we weren't going to give up that easily.

We would walk up to the City Center after Psychology and sit down and have a coffee and forget everything that was happening and happily sip down on a Starbucks Latté. Or take a bus up to work because I was too lazy to walk for 30 minutes or so, 4 hours on a Thursday night just connecting.

The summer came and went and it was possibly the greatest time of my life. I never felt so close to my friends. I found love once again and once again completely infatuated with her. So in love that I forgot about everyone else. Love is not an easy game, attention has to put on her, and her only.

I remember that time when we scored and peacefully got high in her comfortable living room, where we spent some of our days. Yes, I know I broke our spit-hand shake promise, but that's Mary's fault, not mine. That day, I just wanted to stay there all day, listen to G. Love and close my eyes. It would have been perfect.

It was time I moved on and literally. I moved on down to Coventry whilst Sarah went down to Brighton. I remember visiting Sarah on her birthday and I've never seen her so scared. What was she scared for? She was always so ready to leave it all behind and start fresh, I was happy for her, even though I was the one who was angry at her for her needs. Selfish of me, I know.
What was wrong? I didn't understand it.

The fact of the matter, both of us weren't ready. When she drove away, I called Sarah and said, "She's gone." I sent long e-mails back and forth, updating each other on this new and exciting life ahead of us. And suddenly, it hit me. She was gone too.

The person I looked up to, was gone. Where did I stand? All hope was gone and I couldn't do anything about it. All I could do was watch. And I totally understand why you didn't tell me straight away and there's no hard feelings, because even after everything you were still looking out for my feelings too. Despite my disappointment, I couldn't help but feel happy for you. You deserved it.

So, let's skip a few chapters shall we?

Amsterdam. There was something about my drugs trip that I reconnected with Sarah. Yes, we both know that we've grown apart and we're both doing our own thing, but we never lost what we had. During my first trip. I felt happy, I felt connected and I felt free. Typical right? But it's true. Damn mushrooms. Hahah. I connected with Sarah throughout the whole trip, just like the summer and it was good to have her around, I missed her.

On Wednesday, I met up for Sarah to re-unite for a coffee alone. Time alone with Sarah was fantastic and a change of scene. I missed her. And I didn't realise this. It was just like old times. Sarah even bought me a cake to share and we wondered around the City Center, shopping with our eyes and stepping in and out of those tiles on the floor, in unison. Without realising it. Just like old times indeed. We both achieved what we wanted, I got the girl and Sarah got the placement for her eternal happiness (let's hope it works out this time.)

We don't need to be there for each other everyday because we are always going to be there for each other whatever the weather (probably rain, because England sucks like that.) And I love her for that. We got our whole lives ahead of us and I want you to be apart of it, well, not all of it, because that would be rude, but you know what I mean! Hehe.

I'm surprised you've even read this far and I'm glad you've made it. I have something to tell you. Well, a few things. One, go for it. Don't hold back and just let your emotions flow, as another young Filipino once said and still does to this day, "you only live once". I'm happy for you that you found someone who you can really connect with and who make you smile by just thinking of him, it's a beautiful feeling indeed.

Second, I found your ring. It was in my bag, I shall give it to you when I see you next, hopefully on Saturday if you're not staying the night. *wink-wink, nudge-nudge*


Thank you Sarah.

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Day 300: Light Painting

65 days left to go.

Day 300: Light Painting

Yay! Day 300, I've made it!

I really wanted to do a 300 shot back when I started this project out, but that idea has become clichéd and obvious. Chris Mav already done it I believe. No reason why I couldn't do my own, I just didn't have the accessories for it.

Ages ago, I saw some light painting images and thought that would be a good idea for a milestone photo. So I applied it to this milestone, because from here on, it's straight for the goal and there's no stopping me now, I've come too far.

March 26th 2008
365 Days

The Cake Is A Lie!

Portal is a fun game. I recieved The Orange Box from my cousins for my birthday and this was the first I played when I opened it. I previously read a review of Portal by my own cousin Craig at Thunderbolt Games and was looking forward to the experience of Portal.
(Craig is a great writer and should check out his reviews.)

The game is actually quite dark and has some brilliant dry humour. I thoroughly enjoyed playing it and that's rare for me nowadays as I don't play many games these days. So I'm telling you, go out and play Portal, you'll love it.

the cake is a lie!
the cake is a lie!
the cake is a lie!

Portal End Credits Song
'Still Alive' by Jonathan Coulton
Sung by Ellen McLain (voice of GLaDOS)

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Everybody Needs Some Time Alone

Of course they do.

I love being with her, no doubt about it, but sometimes I need my time alone. As they say, or as she says, time apart is time together.

When we get the chance, we spend as much time as we can together. I make the effort to come to down every other weekend via Virgin Train from Coventry University to spend my days with her, it's not that expensive either because I have a special discount card from my Dad which makes it cheaper for me to travel. And she does the same when she drives up every other week, spending petrol money just to come up and see me.

Sometimes it can all become too much for me and I need some time alone. But why do I need time alone? To be honest, I don't really know this for sure. I guess some "me" time is good. I just spent 3 days straight with her in Amsterdam, waking up next to her, falling to sleep next to her, eating dinner with her, consuming illegal substances with her, I basically do everything with her. She went to Scotland to attend a family matter, whilst I stay at home doing absolutely nothing. We're spending time apart right now.

Now, I wanted time away from her, because spending too much time with her can get too much at times, but I found out today that's not what I want. I want to be with her all the time, even if I don't. That doesn't make sense.

But as cliché as this sounds, I need her around and I accept that now.

It's just that, in the past, in my other relationship, I wanted to be with her all the time and when she didn't, it destroyed me and I can never be to careful these days, I have to look out for myself too. Past is past.

Today is what I should looking out for, it's going to make all the difference.

I miss her...

...And I want to be with her...

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Tuesday, March 25, 2008


  • If I was given the pack of 19 Black Devil cigarettes, I'm sure it's okay to smoke it? Right?
  • I'm possibly the biggest hypocrite of them all and I hate myself for it.
  • I constantly tell her that she can't smoke cigarettes because it's bad for her and it's addicting. She always makes an effort for me, why can't I do the same for her?
  • I should wait for her and wait for her trust before I do anything drastic and destory something good because of a stick?

Fear and Loathing In Amsterdam


Mix Tape

Or should I say, Mix CD? Mix Tape sounds more old skool though. This is a compliation I've recently complied from all the music I heard and connected to whilst I was in Amsterdam. Here goes:

"Today" by The Smashing Pumpkins
"Kick Drum" by G. Love & Special Sauce
"Subterranean Homesick Blues" by Bob Dylan
"D.A.N.C.E." by Justice
"All Along The Watchtower" by The Jimi Hendrix Experience
"New Slang" by The Shins
"Three Little Birds" by Bob Marley
"Fire" by Red Hot Chili Peppers
"Oh Mandy" by The Spinto Band
"Fire On The Mountain" by Asa
"If You Don't, Don't" by Jimmy Eat World
"Battle of Who Could Care Less" by Ben Folds Five
"Raindrops Keep Fallin' On My Head" by B.J. Thomas
"Alone In Kyoto" by Air
"Toxic Girl" by Kings Of Convenience
"Northern Sky" by Nick Drake
"It's All Over" by Broken Family Band
"Dark Water & Stars" by Natural Calamity
"Munich" by Editors
"Helicopter (Whitney Version)" by Bloc Party
"Over And Over" by Hot Chip

Say It With Photography

57 94 (Brom)fietsen Worden Verwijderd Smokin'

192 Snowfall In The Streets (2) Day 297: Smoking In A Coffeeshop 375

381 243 232 Sepia Tone

83 Day 295: I Amsterdam Me with Liz

322 300 206 237

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Understand This

I'll never understand the opposite sex and I'm sure the opposite sex will probably think the same with us. It's just, I don't understand them sometimes, or maybe I just don't understand myself? Heh. You won't ever really know if they're okay or not, or whether or not they are cool with you or anything really. I've had my fair share of female experiences, whether it's dating them, being in a relationship with them or even just being friends with them, I've almost been everywhere with them, but still, I don't understand them as much I would like to.

I wish I could be better at this kinda thing. I ask if they're okay, they're "fine". But are they really? What do you want us to say? Or do? You want us to be concerned or do you want us to not to care and move on, because I certainly aren't sure myself. Whatever it is, I just want to know, properly. Yes, I guess I can understand that maybe you don't want to talk about it? But I'm up for listening, yes, I may not understand everything that you girls are saying out of your mouth, but I certainly can be your shoulder to lean on, so why don't you lean on me instead of bottling it up?

You see, this process of thinking and understanding the opposite sex, ultimately puts me in the mood, emotion and state of mind that the girl supposedly wasn't. Does that make sense to you? I've certainly made no sense in my writing, I'm just writing along here and there. Yes yes. Ok, I'm going off track a bit I know, usually, I start these posts with a friendly, "Hey!" or "Today I did this..." Maybe it's a good time to start already? I'll work backwards.

I got a haircut after school as my hair was starting to go all afro on me again. My Dad took me down to Wolverton and we dropped his car off to a hand car wash service and walked down to the Agora. I wasn't overally satisfied with my hair at first, but after a shower, I guess I have to accept it really?

Beforehand, I had free lessons, where I just spent my days reading my book, which currently is a novel by Mark Haddon and it's called, "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time". I just was caught onto the book and wasn't really in the mood to talk to Pete, Sarah, Mark, Lizi and Cece. Nothing against them, just, I don't know, wasn't in the right frame of mind?

The start of school wasn't particularly interesting either. What more can I say? I'm sorry for the negative tone that I've written in tonight's blog entry, I wish it were more cheerful and somewhat positive. Hopefully I'll brighten up by tomorrow.

Artist: Matthew McAvene
Song: Brighter
Album: 777

Yeah, I've still lost of my files, so I've resorted to MySpace, the Archive and good old CDs.