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since i’m bored i should probs talk to myself. anyway so like that tv show project is finally done and now i am so bored. this was taken on the last week of shooting. i was looking for my slate when suddenly i ran into this. he’s alive btw. it’s a kitchen show. i guess one of the talents just got too exhausted and decided to sleep on the job. he made it look like a freaking morgue

since i’m bored i should probs talk to myself. anyway so like that tv show project is finally done and now i am so bored. this was taken on the last week of shooting. i was looking for my slate when suddenly i ran into this. he’s alive btw. it’s a kitchen show. i guess one of the talents just got too exhausted and decided to sleep on the job. he made it look like a freaking morgue

"sitting in the park alone, the art of hans zimmer playing in my ipod. i am next to a lamp post. i see my slanted, slightly distorted lonely shadow on the ground. but instead of the melancholic image making me miserable, i feel a wave of hope in the cool breeze of the summer’s night. or should i say, i felt a promise of hope.
i used to love and hate going to this park early every saturday morning when i was a kid. years back, it used to just have swings, slides, gravel and sand. you’d hardly get a “one with nature” feel off of the place.
this is where i got better in riding a bike. that hidious, pink barbie bicycle. this is where my father, still after about ten years, has his early morning jogs. this park got rebuilt over the years. it’s in a much better shape now. i can’t really say the same with my life. but we do have things in common, the park and i. first, the diversity and amount of people who has casually graced my life with their presence. it’s kind of like all the people that go in here to have small chats, to read, to draw, to play, etc. second, how the city grew and blossomed around us both.
i don’t know what made me so emotional to trigger me typing these thoughts into my non-smart phone. i’m currently waiting for two friends that i met in college. they’re running late. i guess i just got bored. there are all sorts of people passing by, each doing something different. some are exercising, some are playing football, some are old, some are kids…koreans, americans, indians, filipinos.. it goes on.
next to me are some ingredients i bought from the grocery that i’ll be using for a simple dish that my mom and i are prepping for the place where i used to work. evidently, i am currently unemployed. but hey i’m not that sad. be right back. my friend sent a text”

random thoughts. speaking/typing to myself in a public park. i wasn’t really awkward texting

"sitting in the park alone, the art of hans zimmer playing in my ipod. i am next to a lamp post. i see my slanted, slightly distorted lonely shadow on the ground. but instead of the melancholic image making me miserable, i feel a wave of hope in the cool breeze of the summer’s night. or should i say, i felt a promise of hope.

i used to love and hate going to this park early every saturday morning when i was a kid. years back, it used to just have swings, slides, gravel and sand. you’d hardly get a “one with nature” feel off of the place.

this is where i got better in riding a bike. that hidious, pink barbie bicycle. this is where my father, still after about ten years, has his early morning jogs. this park got rebuilt over the years. it’s in a much better shape now. i can’t really say the same with my life. but we do have things in common, the park and i. first, the diversity and amount of people who has casually graced my life with their presence. it’s kind of like all the people that go in here to have small chats, to read, to draw, to play, etc. second, how the city grew and blossomed around us both.

i don’t know what made me so emotional to trigger me typing these thoughts into my non-smart phone. i’m currently waiting for two friends that i met in college. they’re running late. i guess i just got bored. there are all sorts of people passing by, each doing something different. some are exercising, some are playing football, some are old, some are kids…koreans, americans, indians, filipinos.. it goes on.

next to me are some ingredients i bought from the grocery that i’ll be using for a simple dish that my mom and i are prepping for the place where i used to work. evidently, i am currently unemployed. but hey i’m not that sad. be right back. my friend sent a text”

random thoughts. speaking/typing to myself in a public park. i wasn’t really awkward texting

a year

posting those old stuff because i miss taking photographs so much. but here’s something, the week after next, my project with this certain tv show is finally concluding. it has been a fun and tiring job. and like any other dreamer, i wonder what’s next for me. i wonder what my next step is. some would say this is a scary state. but i choose to evade fear and just trust that the higher power has big plans for me. plans which include failing.

it’s now been a year since i graduated university. i remember going on here, ranting about how tired i am of the uni life. humbly i confess that school was the easiest part of this life!

it’s all been good. i’m still wandering. one day i’ll get there. and i don’t know what i mean by “there”. as it is, i am very thankful and grateful for every single thing i have in my life at this very moment.

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