And then there are more ramblings. This is also where I address the recurrent question: Have you been taking a lot of photos?
Sadly, no. Ah, Vegas. It should have been the near perfect time and place for me to get better on my photography. Too much activity going on, too many people, too many lights. If I wanted to, I could have stalked Paris Hilton in one of the bars there. But that's just me changing the subject. Anyway! Vegas just didn't stimulate me. And as Robin Williams's character said in One Hour Photo: Nobody takes a picture of something they want to forget.
So yeah, I loved Vegas. But I also disliked it so much. It was too... wrong for me, I guess. If not for Papa being there, I wouldn't have been able to stay there for longer than a week. Someday I hope to put a finger on what Vegas really did to me, and someday I hope to conclude that even if a bulk of my worst memories happened in Vegas... that it was also a good time.
Anyway! I've been taking photos of Alameda, Oakland and San Francisco, but not too much. I mean, you see, if you really know me, you'd know that I take photos every single time. It's almost like my camera is surgically attached to me. So if you know me, you'd be surprised about the crappy amount of photos I took in the last five months. I don't know. Something happened along the way, whatever that is, it's not good.
So okay. This morning I was having brunch with Lola Lina and Alanis Morrisette was on the radio saying that Life has a funny way of helping you out when you think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up in your face. Sometimes I wish we can take photos of the whole moment. Not just the image, there should also be sound, and the feelings during that exact time so that when you look at the photo you will really remember... but then I think, who needs photos when we have memories?
Too much time for thinking often leads us to question different sorts of things: Like, where are bus tickets made? What if the banana is color blue? What if Adam and Eve never ate the apple? Will a lot of human beings walk around naked to this day? (How awesome will that be?) What is normal? What is acceptable? If I were younger and an orphan, will I ever have a chance to be adopted by Brad Pitt? Why didn't I know about The Pixies or Metric until now? Am I ready to come out to my father? Is he ready? Why are there too many unsaid feelings? Unsent letters? Why do we go on living under a lot of false pretense? Until when can we handle life? Is Piolo Pascual really gay?
And also, dear Jang. I love you. You know what? Yesterday while walking I concluded that I really can't manage if I lose you. Actually, what I should say is... I intend to keep you for as long as I can. And when it seems I can't anymore? I will try to still want to keep you. It's just that I can't imagine my life without you. Honestly... if ever we part ways... (this will sound really chummy, but) my life will fall apart. And this isn't necessarily a bad/psycho thing. What I'm trying to say is, if it was possible to see our whole lives at a particular moment in time, my life will consist of me with you in it. With you in it. And I know I can be unpredictable, selfish and painfully annoying... and you are patient, calm and dependable, and... what I want to say is, we fit together. I love you. Imperfections and all, four years, can you believe that?
And so now I conclude this post with... bye for now, see you in Manila. August is going to rock.
So yeah, I loved Vegas. But I also disliked it so much. It was too... wrong for me, I guess. If not for Papa being there, I wouldn't have been able to stay there for longer than a week. Someday I hope to put a finger on what Vegas really did to me, and someday I hope to conclude that even if a bulk of my worst memories happened in Vegas... that it was also a good time.
Anyway! I've been taking photos of Alameda, Oakland and San Francisco, but not too much. I mean, you see, if you really know me, you'd know that I take photos every single time. It's almost like my camera is surgically attached to me. So if you know me, you'd be surprised about the crappy amount of photos I took in the last five months. I don't know. Something happened along the way, whatever that is, it's not good.
So okay. This morning I was having brunch with Lola Lina and Alanis Morrisette was on the radio saying that Life has a funny way of helping you out when you think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up in your face. Sometimes I wish we can take photos of the whole moment. Not just the image, there should also be sound, and the feelings during that exact time so that when you look at the photo you will really remember... but then I think, who needs photos when we have memories?
Too much time for thinking often leads us to question different sorts of things: Like, where are bus tickets made? What if the banana is color blue? What if Adam and Eve never ate the apple? Will a lot of human beings walk around naked to this day? (How awesome will that be?) What is normal? What is acceptable? If I were younger and an orphan, will I ever have a chance to be adopted by Brad Pitt? Why didn't I know about The Pixies or Metric until now? Am I ready to come out to my father? Is he ready? Why are there too many unsaid feelings? Unsent letters? Why do we go on living under a lot of false pretense? Until when can we handle life? Is Piolo Pascual really gay?
And also, dear Jang. I love you. You know what? Yesterday while walking I concluded that I really can't manage if I lose you. Actually, what I should say is... I intend to keep you for as long as I can. And when it seems I can't anymore? I will try to still want to keep you. It's just that I can't imagine my life without you. Honestly... if ever we part ways... (this will sound really chummy, but) my life will fall apart. And this isn't necessarily a bad/psycho thing. What I'm trying to say is, if it was possible to see our whole lives at a particular moment in time, my life will consist of me with you in it. With you in it. And I know I can be unpredictable, selfish and painfully annoying... and you are patient, calm and dependable, and... what I want to say is, we fit together. I love you. Imperfections and all, four years, can you believe that?
And so now I conclude this post with... bye for now, see you in Manila. August is going to rock.