http://tabulas.com/~dystopianreality/ EPIPHANY: The illusion is people want the truth. The truth is, people want illusions. en Wed, 25 Jul 2007 13:07:42 +0000 THE SINKING OF DYSTOPIA it falls to rise again elsewhere.

though its dreams and ideals were never complete.  though it was never a city of this world.  though the world knew not how to get there.  It will be alive for i still live in the heart of this city. 

I live in dystopia and i cannot sleep nor can i stay calm.

http://www.tabulas.com/~insomniaparanoia

count down from five to gone. 

]]> http://tabulas.com/~dystopianreality/1447387.html http://tabulas.com/~dystopianreality/1447387.html Mon, 09 Jul 2007 13:41:58 +0000 That Dream was so Uncalled for. duh.  Why else would i feel so much friggin remorse over it?

tell me, is dreaming ever really in our control? even subconsciously?  I'd like to try subliminally inputting shit into my subconscious.  I hope that helps.

But only if it can be done. 

]]> http://tabulas.com/~dystopianreality/1430895.html http://tabulas.com/~dystopianreality/1430895.html Sun, 03 Jun 2007 15:20:21 +0000 That Would Be Its Modern Name Oh bore me through the remaining days of summer.  God, can't i get a break?  i did actually.  this is it, a break from work.

next year will be murder, so they say.  i hope to get out alive. 

]]> http://tabulas.com/~dystopianreality/1430316.html http://tabulas.com/~dystopianreality/1430316.html Sat, 02 Jun 2007 12:19:24 +0000 Once We Were Oceans It has been quite a long time since i've written anything of much substance, and today will be no different. There hasn't been anything of much importance that is worth blogging about.  Concerns and other misunderstandings although, are quite abundant at this time. to bring down some of the important, but not really, points of summer:

 

  • work is over, no more standing for 7.5 hours a day
  • some people are just fucking idiots.
  • I've got this thing comming-up, except it's planning is going down (as in to hell)
  • I'm in need of money, ironically, i don't have money even though i've been working like fuck all summer
  • My Digital SLR needs using in my hands
  • I have a tentative shoot in UP Diliman sometime this week
  • Matte Prints rock! m/
  • i have yet to find a substantial and yet inexpensive review class
  • or... a-1
  • or... photography

I've had quite the summer, and it's all about to wash up over into the school year. We've been promised air-conditioning, and yes, i think it's pulling through this time around. ><

I want to find what i want to do, and keep at it until the blood in my veins run dry, because i kept bleeding them through my fingers.

]]> http://tabulas.com/~dystopianreality/1424975.html http://tabulas.com/~dystopianreality/1424975.html Mon, 21 May 2007 23:57:26 +0000 Work is Over ... and i'm poor as shit.

money goes straight to my SLR funds. XD

waiting on something to make sense.  Driving.  Needing to know your name stranger. 

]]> http://tabulas.com/~dystopianreality/1424232.html http://tabulas.com/~dystopianreality/1424232.html Sun, 20 May 2007 13:27:16 +0000 Fade. I'll tell you what to do next. there is a story told about love.

A man worked non stop, he felt useless when he did nothing.  But he did everything well.  He wanted to be an example to his children.  He wanted to be a good person, to be just-- and he was.  The years passed, and came the time for his retirement.  Now ... he had all the time in the world to do everything.  Until he realized, there was nothing he could do.  Everyone was thanking him, being envious of him because of his good fortune, but no one could be there with him.  He became depressed and died.

Next question:  Even if he never wondered about his existence, even if he never found true meaning in what he did, did he do what he was supposed to?

he loved his children, his country, his wife, his work.  He loved.

Adaptation from "like the flowing river" by Paulo Coelho

]]> http://tabulas.com/~dystopianreality/1421735.html http://tabulas.com/~dystopianreality/1421735.html Tue, 15 May 2007 12:16:30 +0000 THINKING OF YOU. thinking of you. Oh and i'm thinking of you wand what might come to be as it all comes down to these last few words:

What the fuck did you just say?

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i'm not trying to make any sense here.  Don't over analyze.

In the middle of the sea, there is a boat.  Inside the boat, there is a captain.  What is the name of the Captain? 

]]> http://tabulas.com/~dystopianreality/1420683.html http://tabulas.com/~dystopianreality/1420683.html Sun, 13 May 2007 14:25:28 +0000 Brewing Like Coffee. New header for new whatever. XD

Finding things to do while there's so many things i need to finish.  Still tons of layout tweak. wait. 

]]> http://tabulas.com/~dystopianreality/1418898.html http://tabulas.com/~dystopianreality/1418898.html Wed, 09 May 2007 23:35:40 +0000 So Fades the Dream. The cause is lost and we're but okay.  The new day will dawn, and we shall see the new light.  That of darkness.

We count down to June, it will be soon.  

We've got new dreams, and i'm hanging mine to dry, just before they're put on display again.  Do you think that's wise?  Considering that they, or even you, find it nice to trample on them every so often. 

]]> http://tabulas.com/~dystopianreality/1416668.html http://tabulas.com/~dystopianreality/1416668.html Sun, 06 May 2007 14:56:44 +0000 pa-god we stand for eight hours trying to say something we don't know what.

Now you tell us, is what we're fighting for worth defending, or are we wasting our time for the money ranged at minimum?

We're being brainwashed too, did i mention?  I guess not.

Tell me, do i sound changed? 

]]> http://tabulas.com/~dystopianreality/1415646.html http://tabulas.com/~dystopianreality/1415646.html Fri, 04 May 2007 13:52:06 +0000