This small production makes you want to drool over JGL all the more. So far, 2 shorts have been produced, Morgan M. Morgansen’s Date with Desinty and Morgan and Destiny’s Eleventeenth Date: The Zeppelin Zoo.
Credit goes to JGL and people from his media sharing site, hitRECord. I wish for more of these!
Visit: hitRECord.org
I give you, Paul Danooo 🙂
Louis: You have a strange power over people, Henry.
Henry: It’s my constant disapproval. People think it fatherly.
1. Everything peanut butter: With stress and exams come the need to eat this way. I have been subsisting on these on weekends and M&M’s peanut butter on weekdays.
2. Having time to do this and appreciating the occasions and feelings and… people who got me starting to begin with.
3. Hello Kidney shirt: My Dad’s patient gave away shirts of this kind after his transplant. I bet he’s really happy with his kidney!
4. An awesome way of communicating: Liquid chalk has invaded my home in Manila. That message is directed to my roomie for dragging me to drink on a Wednesday night and who did not forget to buy some fried isaw, even if it means having to leave the vicinity of our mutual crush.
And the dislikes..
5. Ipod problems: After 6 mons of service and 20.4gigs, it has begun to fail me. At first, I didn’t mind that it skipped a couple of Glee and Rent songs. But the moment it skipped halfway through Silverchair’s Greatest View, I began to weep. I mean, what now? Have it serviced and live a couple weeks without Sigur Ros while studying or Fun. while walking to and from school? You cannot fail me, not when I’m having a Passion Pit phase!!! So now, I’m forced to buy another mp3 just to keep me sane for the weeks that will be spent without it.
6. Hmmm I don’t get you. I need time stay away because being rational is the new me and I can’t handle the same ambiguity.
Howl by Allen Ginsberg (an excerpt)
For Carl Solomon
Part I
“I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machin- ery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tene- ment roofs illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war,
who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull…”
Visit: http://howlthemovie.com/
If this week were to have a title it would probable be a toss between “The Truth About Finding Your Inner Zombie” and “Yes, In Fact, The World Does Revolve Around Pathology”. I am running on 2 hours of sleep and I feel that I’m about to collapse. These thoughts that are coming to me are running off before I even get to meet them – my brain, trying to stride past all this accumulated clutter. Here are some residues..
For yesterday, I have you to thank, Pathology crush. You have managed to make a post-exam, pre-report afternoon frown-free by materializing for a good 5 seconds. It warranted a change of mood from my desk calendar.
For today, finding my early escape is only apt – a reward for not letting this monster week consume me.
I’m back home and I’m comfy in my crisp sheets where the best 10hours of this week will be spent. While I wait for this to happen, in my head I’ll be singing: “Now all the barlights are blinking in time to Mexican music. It’s taunting the pavement and I feel alive.”
Yes, I feel aliiiiive.
Hello moon! You have been such a beautiful guide tonight while walking the length of Manila. You remind me of renal histopathology which I’ve been drowning myself with in the past few hours. It’s 3:00 am now and I just got home from a study adventure. At this hour, it seems appropriate to unload a little extra weight I’ve been carrying around. This would be vague and somewhat angry with a hint of pride and perhaps, courage. But.. this will be good for me. So, Universe, with the crescent moon as our witness, allow me to say:
“No matter how you ignore or cover it up, thing is, this is more than just a race. And with the look of things (really, looks can be that suggestive)…
I am winning.”
🙂
Fond memories of surfing in stormy weather and bruises as proof.
When I say this river is ravaging, I mean it. I almost got sucked into the Pacific and experienced a washing-machine kind of death.
To save myself from diving into a wormhole of desperation, despair and depression (a feeling you would summon post renal exam), I headed straight to get The Film Club by David Gilmour and got ready for a lazy afternoon. In his memoir, Gilmour recalls how he managed to teach his son life lessons by letting him drop-out of school with one condition – that he would watch three movies with him each week. I’m just halfway through this and I’m slowly getting pulled into their conversations, one crucial movie scene at a time. It’s a light read and a very refreshing one for it mirrors and boomerangs back and forth from my experiences with dad and then to the Gilmours. There’s this thing with dads and a novel approach to teaching which ends up with you struggling to keep up with the questions while finding the right answers. But in the end, no matter how messed up and confused your state is, a certain clarity takes over and you start to appreciate the kind of learning you went through.
I guess this is the time to thank you, Dad – for the heaps of journal articles, bombarding me with out of this world queries and unheard-of theories, forcing me to go through all those conventions, for the recent gift of an UpToDate subscription to facilitate my learning in Med and most importantly, for not giving me the answers. You are like Darth Vader minus the evilness.
Above are pictures of my time in Quezon a few days back. Those were taken by another awesome dad, Ricky – the one who arranged our surfing trip. I can’t believe it’s only been a week and I’m back to the routine.
1. Blues and thrift shopping – I got these all for 1,200 pesos. There’s something about me and blues and reds lately.
2. Press-on Koi – I’ve been wanting to do this for such a long time now! My 11-year old backpack has a new flair to it, adding much character to the already patched and stitched strap and pocket.
3. Liquid chalk – Writes on any glass or shiny surface without the risk of scratches. Awesomeness
I usually hate (more like detest, abhor or probably a meaner, uglier word) surprises, but let me set this aside as an exception. Our resident Aussie has returned to spend post-Christmas with us and I couldn’t be more grateful. My lunch at an Italian resto with college friends managed to save the rest of my day, being that I was sulking the whole night.. and morning because of something I found out. I don’t know if it’s appropriate for me to bounce back in this way, knowing that everything’s over and multiple periods and exclamation points have been set. But.. I don’t know, it’s just comfortable and natural to feel like this, more of like a reflex. Besides, I would never in this lifetime address this… this.. thing.. whatever this is.
Oooookaay. In other news, I’m back to studying!
It’s 4 days into 2011 and here I am, feeling the need to wrap and fix my life before the new year gets ahead of me. I’ve always been a fan of revamping my life and making lists of things to change come the new year. But this year, seeing that I have a lot of studying to do, I guess I’ll have to rush into this reinvention. Presenting, the writer-self and the photographer-self materializing and coming out to the open!
I ‘ve been having so much fun this Christmas break, the best I’ve had in years. To recap, I’ve spent the last weeks with my oh-so-amazing high school friends watching gigs, attending parties, hosting parties, surfing, having 3am conversations about life, love and the like and eating… well, mostly eating.
Moot point 
