What I wanted is what I got. And now that I have it, I don't know what to do with it.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Was, has been, am, is
A year ago, I was this person.
I was optimistic, energetic, and full of life. My mental state fed off of self-inflicted positivity and no one could shake me. I possessed feet that never rested and eyes that never shut. “Sleep can happen when I’m dead,” I used to tell myself. Cause in my mind, I never needed to be asleep to dream. Instead I believed if I stayed awake my dreams would alter into my reality.
I had a vision and I was never blinded. I was hopeful, but not naive. I deemed myself prideful but humble in many ways. Through the interactions with the folks around me to mishaps within my family to the changes before me, life always knew how to balance me. It didn’t matter how many curve balls came my way, or how many signs pointed left or right, I never felt lost. I never needed a map. I had my own direction. My heart knew where to lead and my body always knew where follow. And rarely did I ever allow hesitation or fear of failing get in the way of my path. I just always kept my head up, kept moving and kept pace.
I was in constant movement.
Moving whether my momentum shifted me forward or kept me in a limbo between my present and future, I kept pace. And I kept pace amidst ever-changing environments. Every new challenge, every new situation, every new person I came across, I trusted myself to adapt to it all. I stood my ground and embraced the universe surrounding me. I knew how to trust the changes happening. And I knew how to trust myself.
But fast forward to the present and I’m no where near this same person I was. I’m far from the universe I used to live in.
Here I stand still, confused, unable to decipher what my next move will be. Here I am among those same signs, in which point toward possible futures, but fear and hesitation stand in the way of my path. Instead now I stand still between my present and the haziness of my future hoping that somehow, someway this person I used to be a year ago will soon be this person I am today.
I was optimistic, energetic, and full of life. My mental state fed off of self-inflicted positivity and no one could shake me. I possessed feet that never rested and eyes that never shut. “Sleep can happen when I’m dead,” I used to tell myself. Cause in my mind, I never needed to be asleep to dream. Instead I believed if I stayed awake my dreams would alter into my reality.
I had a vision and I was never blinded. I was hopeful, but not naive. I deemed myself prideful but humble in many ways. Through the interactions with the folks around me to mishaps within my family to the changes before me, life always knew how to balance me. It didn’t matter how many curve balls came my way, or how many signs pointed left or right, I never felt lost. I never needed a map. I had my own direction. My heart knew where to lead and my body always knew where follow. And rarely did I ever allow hesitation or fear of failing get in the way of my path. I just always kept my head up, kept moving and kept pace.
I was in constant movement.
Moving whether my momentum shifted me forward or kept me in a limbo between my present and future, I kept pace. And I kept pace amidst ever-changing environments. Every new challenge, every new situation, every new person I came across, I trusted myself to adapt to it all. I stood my ground and embraced the universe surrounding me. I knew how to trust the changes happening. And I knew how to trust myself.
But fast forward to the present and I’m no where near this same person I was. I’m far from the universe I used to live in.
Here I stand still, confused, unable to decipher what my next move will be. Here I am among those same signs, in which point toward possible futures, but fear and hesitation stand in the way of my path. Instead now I stand still between my present and the haziness of my future hoping that somehow, someway this person I used to be a year ago will soon be this person I am today.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Throwback Thursday(s): Chief Rocka
But they don't understand how I feel bout the funk. I walk with the funk. I talk with the funk. I eat with the funk. I sleep with the funk. I live for the funk. I die for the funk.
Work space
The outcome and overall quality of my writing relies heavily on the environment that I'm in.
Open space = open mind.
Clutter = writer's block.
Just how it is.
Open space = open mind.
Clutter = writer's block.
Just how it is.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Recipe for hungry minds:
Make (create), meditate (marinate), and enjoy (indulge).
Food for your soul, soul for thought:
Feed(ing) knowledge. Fuel(ing) growth.
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*Noted: 6/17/10
Just something random Mel & I thought up while we were talking on the phone.
Food for your soul, soul for thought:
Feed(ing) knowledge. Fuel(ing) growth.
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*Noted: 6/17/10
Just something random Mel & I thought up while we were talking on the phone.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
"Visual Volumes" by. Jason Angeles
This past Wednesday (Sept. 1) my homie, Jason Angeles published his first photography project titled: Visual Volumes, a 70-page composition of his latest work as a freshly acclaimed photographer (and graphic designer). This project features portraits of different individuals stemming from all over the Bay Area network. From SJ to SF, each photo encapsulates a different scene aesthetic complimenting Jason's vision.
To sum it up: Every inch of this book truly illustrates the capacity of his imagination.
Below is the piece I wrote for this project alone. It revolves around the title I created for him. You can find this featured in the intro of his book.
(click the photo above for more pictures)
Again special thanks to Jason for allowing my words and I to be apart of this project. You're on your way to doing amazing things, bruh. I'm sure this is just one of many future projects to come. DFF 2.0 perhaps?!
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Take a peek at all the photos here.
Purchase the book here.
To sum it up: Every inch of this book truly illustrates the capacity of his imagination.
Below is the piece I wrote for this project alone. It revolves around the title I created for him. You can find this featured in the intro of his book.
Visual Volumes (August 18, 2010):
"In creation to the volumes of our vision, we seek a universe where our creativity comfortably illuminates the art our mind cultivates. Whether the art form we see is just a mindfield of our own imagination or a mere projection of our ambiguity, our perception is captivated by the endless possibilities of our chosen lenses." (c) Aileen Pagdanganan
(click the photo above for more pictures)
Again special thanks to Jason for allowing my words and I to be apart of this project. You're on your way to doing amazing things, bruh. I'm sure this is just one of many future projects to come. DFF 2.0 perhaps?!
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Take a peek at all the photos here.
Purchase the book here.
Wondering if a face that wears a smile like yours has ever heard a "no" before
A couple days ago (#latepass), The Foreign Exchange released "Maybe She'll Dream of Me," the lead single off their 3rd full-length album, "Authenticity" that is soon to drop on October 12.
(click the pic above for the free download - via +FE Official Website)
Being a huge fan of their work (as a duo and as individuals), best believe I was psyched yet again to hear a new track off their upcoming project. The way this duo continues to stay on their grind, and maintain a place above continues to amazes me. By dropping this synth-driven groove tastefully... they done did it again. Because again, it evokes my anticipation*. I really can't help but leave the first track that's released on repeat until the project drops completely. I can't.
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*I loved the promo for LIAB:
(click the pic above for the free download - via +FE Official Website)
Being a huge fan of their work (as a duo and as individuals), best believe I was psyched yet again to hear a new track off their upcoming project. The way this duo continues to stay on their grind, and maintain a place above continues to amazes me. By dropping this synth-driven groove tastefully... they done did it again. Because again, it evokes my anticipation*. I really can't help but leave the first track that's released on repeat until the project drops completely. I can't.
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*I loved the promo for LIAB:
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