a short love story in stop motion

A SHORT LOVE STORY IN STOP MOTION from Carlos Lascano on Vimeo.

This is just beautiful.

Sunday schwimming...

Off to NAC, Makiling for some R&R.. be back tonight (i think) with loads of pics and hopefully a more substantial entry..

House Bunny

i love ana farris! i can't wait to watch this film.. in the meantime, enjoy the trailer everyone!

evan almighty

stolen from Lara's blog:

God: Let me ask you something. If someone prays for patience, you think God gives them patience? Or does he give them the opportunity to be patient? If he prayed for courage, does God give him courage, or does he give him opportunities to be courageous? If someone prayed for the family to be closer, do you think God zaps them with warm fuzzy feelings, or does he give them opportunities to love each other?

if you don't find me here..

..i'm probably re-blogging in tumblr. Ü

where have all the muses gone?

i need inspiration. i woke up this morning with one thing in my mind today: i need to get back on my writing. i don’t remember the last time i sat down and wrote a piece of literature (or anything that resembles that) —something i’d start and actually finish. and so after watching two movies in a row (Maid of Honour and Desperately Maybe —i have a knack for romantic comedies), i went down and looked for the old stuff I’ve written; old stories/novelettes, poems, fanfic, heck, even my old journals, but i can’t seem to find them anywhere. I remember filing it in a brown envelope i doodled pink stars on. also, i don’t remember if i hid them inside one of the many unpacked boxes from our ‘96 move (we’re lazy, i know). so after messing up my clothes with all the dust and possible cobwebs, i gave up. I CAN’T FIND MY STORIES. and it’s sad because just when i’m finally on my way to rekindling what i used to be so passionate about, my daily breather from the redundancy called “life”, i feel like the link is now forever lost and i’m going to find it hard to start from scratch.

on a lighter note, i’ve found 5 diskettes (yes, back in the day they were the only things to save files on) which hopefully contain some (at least 30%) of my writing. did i mention that i don’t usually save my work much less use a computer to write it in? yeah, seriously. i got so used to bringing large notebooks with me everywhere especially in school for when lectures got too boring and i thought of newer things to write about. i had thought of typing things up after i was done but the novellette i worked on the longest consumed 6 motebooks, i think, and by the time i was done i was too lazy to start typing it up. oh well.

i just hope i get to recover some stuff from the diskettes, otherwise, they’ll be of no good at this un-inspired phase i’m going through.

when i'm thinking about you

Over the rooftops a plane in the sky
Beat of a bass drum cars passing me by
Under a bridge dark then back into light
A river of raincoats and a forest of faces
Still for a moment then red into green
Slow shuffling shoes whisper sight unseen
Row upon row of houses return an empty stare
Let the daydream for a little while longer

Ah.. yeah...
Hope Ill never wake
When Im thinking about you
(yeah) hope Ill never wake
Cos now Im thinking about you

Two-minute hailstorm then melts into rain
(oh) sing me a rainbow its sunny again
Swallows overhead while the traffic snarls below
Could I (could I) keep dreaming for a little while longer

Hope Ill never wake
When Im thinking about you
So that you know - I never want to wake
Cos now Im thinking about you

When youre searching your soul
When youre searching for pleasure
How often, pain is all you find
But when youre coasting along and nobodys trying too hard
You can turn around and like where you are

(yeah and) I hope I never wake
When Im thinking about you
And I close my eyes (dear)
Now Ill never never wake
Why should I stop thinking about you

HAPPY!!!Ü

2.8

I find myself unruffled by your existence in the space of my life and time - I find that you quite naturally fit right in. My hesitant yet unendingly curious heart finds safety in your unabashed, untainted candor - my heart is warm, very warm, always warm, and churns in quiet anticipation of having you in my arms once again. You are my present, my comfort, my challenge and yet I feel no fear - only a perpetual sense of amazement and peace.

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anti-freeze and aeroplanes

I've been listening to a lot of old music (and by old I mean 5 years past or so..) and I came across this song that was all too familiar.. I never really knew what the title meant so I googled it and here's what wikipedia said:

Antifreeze is a cryoprotectant used in internal combustion engines, and
for many other heat transfer applications, such as electronics cooling and
chillers for HVAC. Compounds are added to water to reduce the freezing point of
the mixture to below the lowest temperature that the system is likely to be
exposed to, and to inhibit corrosion in cooling systems which often contain a
range of electrochemically incompatible metals (aluminum, cast iron, copper,
lead solder, etc.).

I suppose it was Scott's take on numbing the pain, basically. But with the kind of genius he is, it could've meant something more profound. I'm babbling.. I really have nothing else to say except that I miss hearing them.