May 2012
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March 2012
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February 2012
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treasure beyond price
I am compelled to write by some virtue of a novel I’ve twice encountered. The first encounter was rather bereft, and I decided to leave this treasure only to return to it exactly one year later. The read itself was ephemeral, but to me, it left a lasting impression. Dai Sijie’s book, Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamtress spoke to me in ways that the reactionary novels of the time...
November 2011
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stay-at-home body
the more I think of how close I am to finishing the term, the more I start to feel as if the weeks are going by slower. I have a teaching presentation due on monday, to be presented to a 5th grade class on thursday. Sometimes, on really dismal semestres such as this one, I wish that I had a stunt double. I’d let him do all of the dirty work, while I stay at home and wait for him to tell me...
October 2011
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September 2011
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learning like a mofo
I think the stress from the semestre is slowing building up, and that awful queasy feeling of being so full of paperwork, that if I were to vomit, a recycled research paper would probably be regurgitated from from my mind, crumpled and all. There must be something in my unconscious mind that my inner procrastinator is trying to tell me, but he usually waits until the last minute. Bastard. Somehow,...
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delighting me always
I had an amasing cajun dinner tonight courtesy of Jean Ann and Rob. I don’t know how Layla and I can ever thank them for being so wonderful. Perhaps more food? Haha, despite my discriminating chinese palate, it’s obvious that I don’t really pay much attention to places that serve american food. I’ve always passed by the place and wondered if I would be better off eating...
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no space for glancing
I don’t know how quite to explain it, but I have always had an attraction towards particular traits in people that I meet. They usually convey those traits in ways that catch my attention, and tend to remain at the back of my mind for weeks, if not months at a time. Carl Jung’s concept of the collective unconscious has always stood out to me. How one sees qualities in another that are...
May 2011
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reverie
With the senior party behind us, and by us, I mean my class collectively, we can finally rest assured that these next few months will be a fine transition into the final two semestres to come. The summer could not have come at a more opportune time. I was beginning to get worried that for some strange astronomical reason, the days were going by slower the closer we were to term. Maybe that was...
ess-elle asked: Hi Adrian! Thanks for the recommendation. I've been wondering what kind of film is good to use... I have a fisheye and with it I use regular kodak max. My shots don't come out how I'd like them to most of the time =/
ps Your work is amazing
ps Your work is amazing
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lucid living, and dreaming in between
I slept for 16hrs since yesterday evening. I think that was my body’s way of telling me I should really stop this nursing school thing. Just kidding. Though, I really should get more sleep, but my circadian rhythm has been all over the place this semestre. The good news is that in less than a week, it’ll all be over. My final exam is on the 16th of May, from 9am ‘til death, and...
April 2011
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I don’t really like OB ward. Today was my first rotation there, and I felt like I had to jump through a lot of flaming hoops just to provide care to my client. It was very frustrating as one can imagine. I never quite felt that way about the other wards I interned in. There’s just something very dissatisfying about working there and I just can’t place my stethoscope on it…...
February 2011
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keep your eyes open
Photography to me has always been about using the time of a complete stranger in such a way that he or she doesn’t feel that the time has been wasted. Kurt Vonnegut said that about short stories, and I like to think that his words apply to photography as well. I often find it difficult to explain to people what photography means to me. Because to me, there really isn’t anything more...
January 2011
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9 truths
Here’s a little something to get to know me better. Though, if you live on Guam, there’s so few of us on the island as it is, there’s greater a chance of you actually meeting me.
1. I have drive-through anxiety. I always feel like I’m going to order wrong, so I let other people order for me.
2. Somehow, I’ve never really been good at phone conversations. I rehearse...
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Amateur Versus Professional
by Maya Deren
The major obstacle for amateur film-makers is their own sense of inferiority vis-a-vis professional productions. The very classification “amateur” has an apologetic ring. But that very word - from the Latin “amateur” - “lover” means one who does something for the love of the thing rather than for economic...
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visual life
So much of my visual life is spent behind the camera, which is how I suppose most people recognise me, but I’ve always loved taking pictures of photographers in action. Perhaps I just enjoy the experience altogether. My annual trips to Hong Kong are a testament to meeting new people, and having the opportunity to photograph something new. My friend Lincoln, photographed above, says...
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palaksi
I didn’t have much luck my first time eating at the Lighthouse today during lunch hour. No parrot fish worth eating, because after all, size does matter (with fish anyway), and I wasn’t ready to spend USD $21.00 for a fish less than the size of my forearm, and considered large, or ‘largey, ’ as the Korean owner likes to put it. I suppose I can lose my virginity to eating...
December 2010
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Listen
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I almost can’t believe how close the holidays are, I guess school has a tendency to tunnel vision everything, including the holidays. My mind can’t rest!! Hmm, and as an aside, I don’t think I’m making good on my attempt to write more. Inspiration these days have been drier than winter time in Beijing. Actually, drier than most times in Beijing. I think I will be...
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Goldfish
I’m trying to get myself in the habit of writing more. I find that I’m much more in tune with the rest of the world when I write, because I actually give myself a few moments to sit down and think about life. I don’t read the news, and if Yahoo! no longer gave me updates on my homepage, I don’t know where I would be.
I suppose envy goldfish in a way, because...
September 2010
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August 2010
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“As a lotus flower is born in water, grows in water and rises out of water to...”
– Siddhārtha Gautama Buddha ( 563-483 B.C.)
July 2010
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en soi
Je suis plein des craintes, parce que j’ai un coeur brisé. Bien que j’aie récupéré, Je me sens encore la douleur, et je souhaite que toutes mes craintes partent. Mais pour maintenant, je sais seulement de la façon dont votre tête se repose de mon côté tandis que vous dormez. Et pour maintenant, ce sera assez, parce que je sais que quand je réveille le lendemain matin, je me...
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asocial
My Monday night is going quite slow. On wasted evenings such this one, I partake in a seldom enjoyed glass of wine, and spend the majority of my evening tidying the house. I can’t think of anything else to do with the time, except renew an interest in my parent’s vinyl collection. There’s something about the grainy quality of vinyl that makes evenings such as this one seem so...
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法蘭西多士
I’ve always enjoyed breakfast at the Palm Tree Country Club on Andersen. I’m terrible at golf and the only reason I go there is because of the food. The food is really cheap and they give hefty portions, which is something I’ve always regarded as a hallmark of American breakfast fare. I usually get the hotcakes, but there was a mistake in the order, and I was given French toast...
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dawn
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histories
Everyone has a propensity towards their histories, and to fear that is to be mistaken of one’s identity. The pining for a history separate from one’s past.
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On Philosophy
Adrian: Holy crap, I've reached the end of the internet!
Adrian: Lights out...brilliant
Jean Ann: Yes...yes, you did
Adrian: Can I turn it back on?
Adrian: I keep clicking
Jean Ann: Refresh XD
Jean Ann: Refresh the end of internet
Adrian: Oh, hahahaha *smacks self* I forgot...they call it the end for a reason!
Jean Ann: *shrugs* It -is- the end; so you can't start over from the beginning, but no one said you can't start over from the end... XD
Jean Ann: Or...at least, replay the end
Adrian: Wow, that was quite philosophical...and pithy
Jean Ann: I just pulled that right out of my ass
Jean Ann: I blame...this guy *points accusingly at Kundera*
Adrian: right out of your ass, you say....just like most philosophers
Jean Ann: Hahahahaha
*the end of the internet: http://mdesmond.com/end-of-the-internet/
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“Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver...”
– Aedh Wishes For The Cloths of Heaven (W.B. Yeats, 1899)