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Past. Present. Future

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

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ah its so peaceful at night.

wif photographs, the rules governing time n space don’t apply. just haf the suitable music playing in the background n presto, there u haf it. suffused in light n darkness, a still point of the turning world.

saw this quote of the day on my blog. quite clever quote la, i haf to admit. well said. give me 100 yrs on this earth n i’ll never spout anything equally profound; Success is getting wad u want. Happiness is liking wad u get. we yearn for happiness, yet its right there. in dat fleeting moment, what might have been is an abstraction. remaining a perpetual possibility only in a world of speculation.
well of course, if photos r not readily available, i strongly believe that my paintings will b more than adequately equipped to do the same job.

rewatched motorcycle diaries again. abt guevara n his friend’s roadtrip around latin america. hell of a gd show. the acting’s realli refreshingly convincing n the cinematography quite cleverly done. n it helps dat the movie was based on an actual road trip that the 2 pple took so i can actually convince myself dat wad so convincingly happened in the movie is actually true. the ending wif black n white filmed shots of the various pple our protagonist met is a masterstroke. reminds me of how our many experiences combine n unfold in our minds in random progression when we relive our past. its hard to describe wad exactly the director did. u must see it for urself to noe wad i mean. foreign films r sometimes a gd hiatus from all those mass produced no brainer hollywood flicks. n i guess its an added plus that the characters converse in spanish, which amounts to a more authentic n unique experience. can see from subtitles dat they realli knew how to curse n swear. if only they spoke alittle slower so i can try to pick them up n practice them on my art teacher –or a photo of him, which, unfortunately but thankfully i don’t have-. gives me an added satisfaction that he doesn’t understand spanish.