Tuesday, March 31

we were there

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Petronas Twin Towers, 8.30 pm, Earth Hour, Saturday 28th March, 2009
I still don't see a point in this Earth Hour thingy, but well done on the marketing, and everything. Big Corps have perfected the idea of mass brainwashing. I just hope WWF managed to get what they want from this because I'm dead sure that no amount of Earth Hour will reverse any Global Warming, etc.


[+] travelers; Sandra, Indran, Lina, Ghost

Wednesday, March 25

of games and the road

there are a few things that I cant digest much nowadays. there is this never ending struggle in me to seek the path that was meant to be. the distress button has been pressed long ago. but at moments, you may realize, words like 'meant to be' are cohorts with modern day pseudo culture such as astrology and structured religion. there is nothing meant to be. the basic rule of the world is, you work hard, and your work for a purpose. meant to be is an idea of evolution without any entropy fueling it. in short, magic.

leave that aside. what i realized from this internet circus is that (i) material by women, (ii) heavy shiny expensive stuff and (iii) blinding idol-ism is worshiped. good things are not. don't hate me for the women part. it is not a generalization, its just another make believe culture of this world, magical sedimentary remains from an era of absolution seeking tribes who want to say they respect equal right, and in that sense look for the extra bit of skin, in pretext.

these are harsh words to describe the evolution of internet phenomenon such as flickr, blogs, and social networks. about flickr, a buddy of mine mentioned that, everyone is seeking fame, everyone wants to be the best. about (ii) vj said that flickr is camera biased, the bigger the dslr you have, the more mindless comments you get. and (iii) speaks for itself.

what is so strange is that, I have met and interacted with women whom doesnt not carry the trait of 'girls in rappers videos' to loosely quote Pink. smart, intelligent and determined women. hence, why am I, in the process of seeking my own fame_dom in this world of photography, free verse and story writing am bogged down by nonrecognition of raw talents, because of the 3 things above.

so i am part of this internet freak show. i am seeking something else, i am charting the evolution of internet itself, over my-lifetime.

the road in this day and age is slow. technology is not. pharmaceuticals have been achieved and sitting in vaults, because global warming is busy evolving diseases for medicines that have been discovered years ago. technology will reach an idea of singularity, not singularity itself, in my lifetime. deducing this is simple, as everything else in this world right now runs on speculation. speculative life, speculative relationship and speculative money. there are two ways, one is to beat the future, another is to slow down and let it overtake you. in one you invent what you want to consume, in the other you consume the leftovers.

so there might not be a clear line in this, but what you must seek is how the internet can interact and lift your heredity skills that you are slowly discovering into heights of excellence. dont act like romans when being rome, don't be a drone.

hope some of us get a picture of the game. the road is something we have to invent ourselves. for the rest, just move on with life, maybe the mundane make belief world is enough for you.



In the flow, let me present you again, my masterpieces;
[Feast of Minds]
[Flickr]

Tuesday, March 24

i used to draw

there was a time in this corner of the this grand universe when i was a fierce fan boy of X-files (the kind that fights with friends if they say anything bad about Mulder and Scully). But even that doesn't explain how Garfield got raped into this masterpiece. As you can observe, it was torn to pieces when I went to Uni, I managed to find the pieces and paste it back together. Fox Garfield Mulder, a fans tribute, from a weird childhood.


[#] Am being forced to clean my old stuff or they will throw it away. All of em. :(

Saturday, March 21

the game is

not over yet. it took me a while, but then i realized, this fun in solitude is no fun at all. pretentious marauding packs of humans who hunger for another hour in a day. and when you step outside the frantic bubble keeping your emotional distance away, there are no lessons to be learned for the outsider. the world is lame. the Internet is crowded, packed with redundant data, advertisements, political trash and every ingredient out there to make this a digital slum. imagine, a world, walled, littered with gods, nodes connecting homes where you live, die. pockets of rich living in bubble networks, scums of the earth living in decaying electron caves. fire, and snow in distances evoke strange metallic memories of the future, collapsing and returning to the past. each day, sun rise and sunset wither in offices, unimportant shadows remind us of them. and the journey continues to find a niche to survive the demanding years, where bubbles will burst, leaving yet again a decapitated future once dreamed as our savior.

Thursday, March 12

928

in perpetual uncertainty over everything. read blogs, didn't comment on any. i've lost my ability to write full sentences (except now and here, for some reason). been awake for 18 hours now, not good. kicking my self, again, for something(s) that happened last year. sudden outbursts in f.o.m will surely turn into a storm soon. i mainly exist in facebook, flickr and emails right now. i can't think of anything else that needs less words than pictures. i take good photos. got many things done, except maybe sleep, which i am not able to 'achieve'. in perpetual sickness. i try and try and i'm still unable to erase the pain. the next guy who comes to me with a business proposal will be killed. salvation comes, in solitude. the unending evenings and forever nights are well alive. am not going to turn this into a poem. this is post 928 by the way, the number means nothing. such strange path you have, wonder how i chose to fit in and not make it right. the sound of silence. gradual insanity. perpetual chaos. broken causality. i am nuts. good morning.

Monday, March 2

a fine frenzy

Come On, Come Out

~Come On, Come Out by A Fine Frenzy



~Almost Lovers by A Fine Frenzy

[+] A Fine Frenzy
[+] Alison Sudol

refreshing to hear :)


[+] great voice, great songs, great videos, great lyrics...time to start digging more alternatives!

when

it rains around the world sleep welcomes the dream, and  enigmatic souls awaken along the eternal shores of destiny