I'm moving spots.

See the new stuff at:

lomiro.wordpress.com

I think I've got potential but it feels like no one's watching.

Baby bomber

I've discovered the secret to creating an artist: whenever your kid throws a tantrum, lock him or her in an empty room with nothing but a 64-pack of Crayons.

and stardom.

You know,

I'm not going to fuck up anymore.

I've learned enough about making mistakes and feel it's time that I just...forget about it all.
I'm afraid of many things. To kick the feeling, I deem my fears unimportant and become, well, stubborn. By that time I'm so nailed down, one fear leading to another and indifference being the change.

Change.
I've been beating it back without giving it a chance.

Han

I'm feeling down right now, so I'll let a bit out here.

Living solo is becoming depressing. I've been really proud of myself for focusing on work and keeping a schedule. It's just that I'm rarely free, prefer to save money and am becoming a deal more serious about everything. This is a critical point in my life, and the pressure's killing me. I need to realize that adulthood has a sense of humor.

I was really looking forward to going to the event tonight. We haven't seen each other for at least 4 years, and this familiarity is reminding me that I've missed her a lot. There're 4 years to catch up on. Plus, I have a lot that I want to tell her.

I hope for happy material.

Some preservatives

Today was another great solo day. I got a load of sleep and freed up more space for some new music. I'm really into Michael Franti and Spearhead right now. Not only does the stuff go great with toking, but it also sends me messages. Franti speaks out about a lot of issues that I also feel strongly about; most commonly addressing the distress of today's society and the power hungry America. Stuff gives me hope.

I went to Goodwill in Pearl City earlier today and went on a $20 spree. I walked out of there with 2 vinyls, both movies (not soundtracks): Batman Forever for my brother and Terminator 2 for my dad. Next is a metal angel-shaped candy dish for my grandmother. She collects everything angel-related; well, you just need to see her house. My main mission on visiting these stores is to dig up and collect tossed-out art. I found a wine glass that had been painted over with an ocean with sea creatures. It looks like a well-done elementary school project, and that's a compliment. Finally, my favorite, an already framed pastel drawing of a rose. Man, it's so nice and in the simplest fashion. I wish all of these artists signed their work though.
I like to think that I'm preserving these parts of those people.

I'd like to be preserved by someone too.

Kingdom Crumble

I take a lot of things too leisurely and I take a lot of things too seriously.

My criticalness brings down moods. I think that I often obscure what I feel is principle and it shows up as negativity. I'm actually a very positive person and have become as outspoken as I am because I'm developed a higher level of confidence in myself. Sometimes I feel that I'm coming off as arrogant, and then usually overtone it by being too nonchalant. It's just that I've always prided myself on being an open-minded individual and the absence of that might make me less of what I like.

I guess there's always that struggle to find a place in the world, huh?

I think that we humans are always drawn to power. Is 'pleasure' power? Seems so to me. So then not everyone has power. We regulate the amount of power we desire by choosing (and vice-versa) fitting lifestyles - our codes of conduct. I used 'choosing' rather than 'creating' because few people, if any, can establish a new one within this Democratic society. It takes the kingdom to crumble before such things may manifest.

Refresh

I haven't posted photos in a long time.It's partly because I've been getting rolls developed without the bank for the prints. I think there are 4 sets still waiting for me at Longs!
Also, I found out I forgot to pick up one set from Seattle. Some of my favorite memories happened to be enclosed.

On a side note, the publishing format on here is really lame. I'm moving over to Tumblr when I have time.

100

As the title vaguely, if it all suggests, this is my one-hundredth Blogger entry. A lot has happened since I opened this blog, and upon reflecting on the last year and nearly a half, I've learned a lot more about myself. I stated that this blog is just as much for me as it is for the, I guess you could call them my "targeted readers", but I've been very vague when touching on the touchy, and have not written up to my self-assigned commission. Although some of you may not be able to relate to the fullest, I know that you can find yourself in me if you try to. I don't want us to be alone.

Inspired by Boss, may she rest in peace.

I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder in June of 2009.

I'd always believed that there was something out of the ordinary about me. I think that thought crosses everyone at some point, and I think we all eventually realize what that something is.

Growing up, I never held any consistent friendships and wasn't sociable. I preferred being alone, and I was not at all happy about it. Depression isn't as much sadness as it is a feeling of helplessness. It's a consistent numbness, like that drone you hear over an empty phone line. You know, you've got a connection, but there's no one there. It's just noise. But you're thankful to be connected at all.

Mania didn't become a major issue for me until high school. I'd always had temper flares as an adolescent, but that could've been attributed to my being so spoiled. I think the anger laid low because I didn't care about anything enough to lose it over. When high school hit, I got a girlfriend and allowed myself to be repeatedly violated. I'm not saying I wasn't without fault. I just didn't know how to cope with it all. It was during the course of my next relationship that my manic depression began hurting others. Being so much in love was, of course, amazingly positively influential, but the occasional feeling of lack-of was equally dangerous. I'm ashamed to admit that I did not feel any guilt over how I ended our relationship. Later, we reconnected and recollected and I really hated myself for a while after. I guess I've become another sort of person because of what I did. "Better", I hope.

I diagnosed myself before my psychiatrist did. It was the realization I came to after a series of intensely self-induced events spanning its own four seasons. In the beginning, I was already a social drinker, occasional toker and chain cigarette smoker. In a cliche gateway fashion, I found my way into hard drugs and respectively hard places. Nothing about it was real. Maybe what I do remember didn't even happen. Yeah, it was all really amazing at first, but I let myself get carried away. I just couldn't handle. You see, addiction is not as hazardous in its persistence as it is in its insatiability. I felt like crap when I was downing, so I'd turn to more of what set me up for the drop in the first place (I set myself up, I mean to say), and life would seem real again. I didn't see most of my friends during this period. You're probably one of them. I thought myself a real ghost at times, and that later became an apparently appropriate analogy. I could have died back there.

I found myself in another's autobiography. Nic and I went through different degrees of similar episodes throughout our lives, and I became somewhat resolved. It wasn't what we experienced, but how we did. Among the determinations of others, Nic was diagnosed as being bipolar. As underlying as this point was made (the book mostly followed his drug abuse), I was able to collect what would change the course of the rest of my life. I researched a great deal and decided to see a psychiatrist.

Over the course of my treatment, I've accumulated five different prescriptions. Two of them are dailies and three situational. I hate it so much that I often forget to take them. It's so difficult to motivate myself back to the point at which I know I need the medicine to raise me back to that point (I had to reread that many times). I'm getting better at it though. Unfortunately, there is no cure for manic depression. I'll be taking medication every day for the rest of my life. I will always be living this. Fortunately, I'm getting better at it.

It doesn't take much effort

As much as I've been trying to regulate my funds, I have myself here in a financial slump. I didn't expect that being in between jobs, if only for a week, would pin me down so flat.

$10 in my wallet.

$55 in my checking.

$00 in my savings.

$33 in a check from Banana, for my training hours.

5 gallons of gas in my car

8 cigarettes

That's what I have to last me until the end of the week.

What's troubling me a lot (not the most, but a whole lot) is that I can't afford to get 5 rolls of film printed. Well, they're already processed and ready for me, but won't be mine until payday. In turn, I've been writing twice as much to fill my daily free time. Do you know what this means?

It means I'm already doing what I want to do.

See; you all waste your time worrying about shit. You think you have to make it to a certain point or, or make a certain person believe you're a certain person, just to be a person that's certain. Shit on yourself. I don't want diploma, I won't waive a flag, and I don't have to impress you. And now, here I am, a fucking "rebel"? Really?. What do you think of when you hear that term? Am I supposed to feel cool? Or am I just downright wrong in the eyes of the law? The MAN. Would you call the Native Americans "rebels"? What about the Jews? African Americans? Rebellion is SCARY, huh? Unheard of!

I run my mouth, and it may not always be educated, but I write my script first.

The leading man never calls for lines.

Phobniac

I'm gettin outta this damn town.
I don't know where i'm going and there's no guarantee that things'll go any better when i get there
But I can't fly free here.

I'm slowly turning into the early phases of my life mission. Second Banana Republic interview tomorrow, and the job's mine. I've decided to delete Longs as a potential second job. It's become monotonous and amain thing I mean to do here is eliminate such useless time. Should I drive straight to work after Banana Republic and quit? Maybe. I've already talked to a lot of my coworkers about it. I'm going to miss seeing them every day. We'll still see each other.

I'm mixed up at the moment.
I've been itching for romance lately. These vibes must be strong this time of year. But I also wonder if I'm at a stable point of being right now. I feel like a risk. It takes little things to hold me together, but then you've gotta realize how fragile those hands can be.

Arthritis.

Something I scribbled along a nice trip:
I want someone who knows what she wants to
but feels not the need to

Am I as dangerous as I think I am?
I try really hard though. I'm still hot-headed, but I don't mean to make it personal. I've been helping my family and friends as much as I can. At those moments, I don't feel dangerous at all. I hope that you see me. I have a conviction of which I am very proud of: I will use every part of myself, every whip of this fire; to protect you all.

Oh, in regards to the quote above: I feel like I'm already growing apart from this place. Seattle's all I think about, and as I plan more about it, everything becomes so serious. I'm trying so hard to escape from my home. It looks sad like that. Still, I know I'll succeed at something once I move out into the world. I'm claustrophobic, you know.

Canon Rebel 2000 EOS

Fuji 400iso Ultramax Color

This was under Pike's Place, across from the wall of gum.

On second thought,

So depressing my last post.

I've been digging too deep.

I'm very much alive and well.

I've got an interview at Banana Republic tonight. I'm very confident and looking forward to working there. I'm expecting a higher wage. Also awesome is the discount I'll be getting, meaning I'll be wearing clothing a bit more formal, as I've grown to like. I won't have to wear the same clothes every week! I'm expecting a more mature crowd than I'm used to, and I know the environment will help me to grow up a bit more. One step closer to Seattle!

I'm working on a handful of projects this summer. Photography will be ongoing, of course. I'm hoping to land at least a few freelance gigs and maybe find a consistent job pertaining along the line. I have a gig next week Friday, shooting at a tandem surfing event in Kapolei. Sean's gonna rent me a telephoto and I'm expecting a decent pay.

I've started painting my furniture and it's gotten me stenciling. I've always been an avid fan of graffiti and murals, but I've always doubted my potential for it. I'll start with pens and work my way up to spray.

I've been on and off exploring Garageband and hoping to compile a CD by the end of the summer. It's a lot easier than it seems, but my beats are nowhere near the magnificence of Bonobo.

Hmm..

I want to hike on a basis. Getting into shape sounds like a good idea. I've been cutting down on cigarettes by keeping so busy, so that's a start.

That's it for the moment.

Chee summer!
Ahhh and why do I have such a weakness for women?!

Metalwork in Seattle

What did I just do?

I'm afraid of myself. Not who I am right now, of course. Him, with the ego.

What's your real?

I move smoothly through today only to sooner unveil it an illusion mirroring tomorrows'.

This writer's-blocked writer can't keep up with his own premice.

Tally

Munchies for thought

The person you want to be is a person who does not want to be you.

I wrote this on my notepad while driving home stoned last week. I often put noteworthy ideas above staying within the lines.

Do I be who I want to be

or just be naturally?

Another one from a completely different night. Same scene though.

I've been smoking consistently for a month now and it's helped me to understand a lot about myself. Excerpts such as the ones above indicate correlation. It's like dreaming the same dreams because your subconsciousness is so adamantly set in some certain understandings. I'm torn between what I want to do with my life and what I enjoy doing right now. Thing is, what I'm doing now sucks. So I need to be who I want to be. But how easy is that? Will going against my instincts transform me into another person? Does being loyal to oneself need to transcend time? Space? Sci-fi movies always present that puzzle: if I were to go back in time and alter reality, would not my present, time-traveling self transform as well? Wouldn't the thought itself be enough? That's how our modern, obscured idea of karma is today. Anyway, I know the real origins. Non-smokers don't care to understand things such as these because such thoughts conjured up by potheads are foolish to them. It's like a puff is a baseball bat to the head. Other people condemn the practice because of past personal experience. Yeah, blame your own inherent thought processes on a plant. I smoke because I know I can control myself. Heavier drugs unlock doors in the mind as well, but because of tweaked chemical compositions, none should be trusted. I, in no way, support it. Alright, I'll end before this turns into a "legalize it" campaign.

But if we arranged the UN assembly meeting into a circle..

I tend to fade

What's most dangerous about me is the fact that I slip so easily out of things, devoid of repercussion. It seems like I don't care anymore, but there's more to it. Changing my mind is changing my plans and vise versa. It's so scary and so great.

I live in a place without gravity

everything floats

nothing is level

nothing is shaped

I'm going

I've become a cause

But all there is here is effect

Fotologue April update!

I wanna dissect you

I haven't blogged about this sort of thing in a while.

I had a crazy night.

I experienced one of those half-awake dreams, the sort that I have when I'm under a lot of stress. These "dreams" are as real as my hands are on my laptop. I was insane. I remember twisting and turning on my bed, my limbs contorted and tangled up. Grinding my teeth. I was laughing to myself and mumbling things that I can't specifically recall. My body and mind were fully taken by madness. I'd be at some sort of hospital right now if my parents or anyone else, really, had seen it. I will never let this happen as long as I'm waking.

I'd normally attribute this to watching too much Soul Eater.

But I'm a whole mind short of normalcy.

*Ah, good news for me though. Last night, for the first time in a long, I beat paralysis. I know it's tough to understand, but getting off of my bed and into the shower was a most liberating accomplishment. Note that I have been taking showers. I just can't believe I was able to stand up for anything at that moment. So much for impossible.

Prior to the palm

Hey, you're alright.

Prior to the palm

I feel you.

You're lost

Straight terrified

Worried whether what you want to be will be

As if it's beyond your hold,

As if you don't have a choice.

You have it, though

I understand if you don't

Because everything is scary

Prior to the palm of your hand.

What we can be must be...

Seattle Central Community College:

1) Commercial Photography as a degree option:
Like UH's photo courses, SCCC offers courses on black&white and color film processing, AND in addition, digital training, studio work, lighting training, plus specified career centered courses.

2) English:

Doesn't offer as many choices as UH does, but because I'm already deep in the field, I'll nail the rest of my requirements. Best part about the curriculum is that well, at least during this current semester, they're offering a course solely focusing on America's Beat Generation

writers. Oh my lordy lord.

3) Hipsterology:

Considering triple-majoring with this.

4) I'll be admitted even with my lameass college career stats.

5) I already have friends there, so Tiff and Stephen can pick me up and drop me off every day!

Housing and jobs - still looking into that. Living outside of downtown is apparently cheaper than inside, but I don't want to sacrifice convenience either. I'll need to apply to a lot of jobs prior to final confirmation, and hopefully some businesses will understand my situation. At any rate, I'll have a load of money saved up for this plan. A LOAD. I'm going to hold 2 jobs until then.

Where did this come from?

I'm failing at school right now. Literally. I've been in a huge slump for a long time now. There's no motivation here, and don't judge me wrong - I DO want to learn and earn a degree. Doing it in Hawaii doesn't feel right at all. And it isn't only school. I hate my job and it isn't putting me in the direction that'd I need to be moving in. Writing related, photo related - even apparel retail again would be nice. The latter would prove to be well for networking too. I'm making shit wages at this job. I'll miss all of my friends here, of course, but everyone's so busy nowadays and I need to do my own things anyway. I have no romantic ties here, so moving'd be a whole lot easier. I'll miss my family a lot, but I'll live easier knowing that they won't need to financially support me anymore. My parents deserve to gamble in Vegas more often. Maybe I'll drive over to meet them someday.

I realize that I'm using future tense and subjunctive clause here, and it's because this idea is still fresh up in the air. I sat down and researched what I have so far about half an hour ago, for the first time. It may seem erratic that I want to head to Seattle after only being there one time recently, but I feel that I need to take advantage of that experience. Being free in a foreign place and learning so much about another culture has opened up so much for me. And Seattle having been that trigger, it's what this must be.

I'm dead serious about doing this.

Yeah, it's gonna happen.

I'm not the gambling type

I've been debating for the past 40 hours on whether or not what I'm doing is best for me. With this choice I'm jeopardizing my mental stability and risking dropping my life into another critical slump. There're no guarantees here and I've felt the full blown experience of matters and though most will tell me that what's transpired is grounds for ultimate separation, I just can't give up hope. I can't shake the promising vibes. The wavelengths are too in-tuned to be ignored, and trusting this, I'll forget principal for now and gamble a bit.

On a side note, I'll post some pictures from Seattle soon. Most of them will be on my fotologue, but I printed out 250+ and the gallery can only take so much in the month. So until next time..

No time, no time!

I've been so ridiculously busy and I don't have the time to tell you all about it.

But I NEED to update before Seattle because I won't be accessing the internet for the duration.

Photography is starting to kill me and I love it. For class, we've started profiles and I've already got a few solid ideas, so I'm not too worried. In free time, I'm really stoked about my color prints and I wish I had more time to focus on them and more money to spend. I bought some macro and special effects filters and though they're a hassle to switch out, they produce amazing shit. Karen and I have been going nuts with AMP photos and the last event blew out a load. Also, Karen and I have conjured up a little side "business" taking portraits and concert photos of local bands. We did Peaceofmind yesterday and Everyday Heroes this morning. It's really sick because we're devising marketing plans and copyright systems. The only downside here is that because we're small, we can't ask for too much bank and as such we're taking losses. It's all really awesome but we're not committing; it's just good practice and great fun.

I'd like to go beyond photography talk but I've gotta study for some other class.

Goodbye for a week!

Oh yeah,

Inner Views

I'm never bored.

I usually lose interest in what I dedicate myself to, but I've felt balanced as of late. If I get my fill of one activity, I've got numerous more to turn to. Yeah, there's a whole lot of pressure involved and I've had a few slumps, but I've got remedy for that too. Meditation's gotten me through so many roughs and has become my trump card against the grayer slants of life. And I'm evenly surrounded by the positive energies of great friends.

I see in my work that I'm improving in my photography. Got a light grip of f-stops and shutter speeds and the like and my hours a day spent in the lab have become exceedingly satisfying. Oh, I've got exciting news: a friend of mine may be able to word me into a job; a local photography business. I'm organizing my resume and hope to meet her boss soon. I'm pushing plus vibes to the max.

Next AMP show is approaching and I'm cramming as much as possible. I've taken a lot onto my shoulders and unloading it is going to be so liberating. More sweet news: Frankie Fresh hooked me up with a radio interview in which I'll be able to project some info on AMP and promote some upcoming shows. Badass.

March is almost here so I'll be updating my slideshow soon!

I'd update a bit more but I'm 15 minutes over my 10 minute break.

Idea

**Brought to you by my Canon

2000 EOS

Plethoras

I'd expected this semester to be the chillest ever, but I guess that's too much to ask for when you're in your...what? Fourth year? Christ.

Photography class: It's definitely a favorite, and I never check the clock unless I have a paper due in an hour. I revisit the lab that night anyway. I think I'm almost finished with the texture, form, line project because I just processed a new roll and saw the negatives yesterday. Most satisfying exposures yet. I called our teacher 'professor' and he said it gave him chicken skin. He's Stan from now on.

Argumentative: It's up there with Photo. Everyone in the class is super chill and we're allowed to bash each other's views. Only problem is that we've got three different paper assignments in progress and no one knows what the fuck is going on. Anyway, I suggested the World Cup as a debate topic and we're doing that next week.

Autobiographical: I like the content and everything, but the course throws me. I don't think our assignments are very productive. We critique one paper as a class of twenty-something and they all say the same thing. How could you advise someone to leave out a piece of his or her life?

I'll change your punctuation, but that's it.

Music: is gay. I figured it'd be cruise, but I got a D on my first midterm and I answered all of the questions. I know it isn't just me because Karen pays more attention than I do and she got a D as well. The problem is that the course is more history than music. "I didn't sign up for this sheeeet!"

And then there's AMP.

I'm putting together a photo wall for the next show on March 4th, leaving 21 days to work. I'm going to need enough faces to fill a wooden board (roughly 8x6). Most time consuming will be printing all of the photos, but I know we can do it. I'm also working with Jon on rewriting our sponsor appeals, critical to funding future happenings. There's an AMP compilation CD in progress, and they'll need me to take pictures. Needless to say, all of this takes up most of my free time, but it's productive free time. I'm taking on the pressure because life's so much more exciting like that.

Valentine's Day is on Sunday. I know that it's just any other day in the year, and that its inherent meaning could or should be applied on most if not every day. But.. you know. I'll be printing.

I've just uploaded a plethora of pics but I won't be overloading this place anymore like I did earlier. All photos can now be found here! It only lets me upload 20mb a month though. Gotta be patient I guess.

Some recent favorites:

**Brought to you by my Canon

2000 EOS

Oh yeah, forgot one thing. So I'd been searching for a standard lens for my camera to replace the not-so-standard loose one. I gave up on finding one online but I did find a lens+body (same model) on eBay that wasn't yet bid for.

$28

Treasure

I bring my Rebel everywhere.

Cannibal

Building Art

Sort by

(Know what ^this^says? Win a prize!)

60mph

**Brought to you by my Canon Rebel 2000 EOS

So I found an envelope beneath a stack of paychecks under my bed

Staring Contest

Classifieds

Fiction or Non?

And what do you see?

The Water Way

**Brought to you by my Diana+

AMP Jan '10

First AMP show of the year!

5 local UH student bands including:

Breath of Fire, Disaster Kit, Product, Local Uprising, Everyday Heroes, and This is a Stickup

3 slam poets: Tui-Z, Darron Cambra, and Bridget Gray

PLUS

Live art, fashion designers, collaborative graffiti boards, free art, body painting

And an overall wild experience.

Product + an amazing hulahoop dancer

This is a Stickup convinced the ASUH guys to

kill the PA. No problem finishing the set

without it.

Collaborative graffiti board

Disaster Kit wrapped it up by fucking shit up

Live stencil tags

**Courtesy of my Canon Rebel 2000 EOS + tripod

(and Alan who took care of my equipment)

Surprise!

One day, the next, the next; no one knows what'll happen.

Me? I never know what or how I'm going to think.

Can you imagine what it feels like to blink an eye and suddenly hate everything around you?

This isn't me being negative.

I have dreams.

I just don't have plans.

And you don't 'know how I feel'. Go relate with someone inwardly stable.

Exposure

I'd like to type up a massive update right now, but I'm so exhausted.

Points for now:

- Shooting + processing + printing = the best fucking hobby I've ever picked up. I want to do this forever.

- My writing intensive english courses are cake. I feel like a genius in class. Hey! I'm scribing again!

- Work still sucks. Gonna job search at the end of the semester. Probably Vans.

- AMP is blowing up like.. a hot air balloon filled with landmines. Our first show of the year was earlier tonight and it was ridiculously sickkk. I rented a tripod prior and nearly expended a roll of exposures on everything. I was rationing 'cause I forgot to bring more film. I'm dying to know if they came out alright because it was my first time: shooting SLR at night, under controlled lighting, low to no shutter speed, no flash, all atop a pod. PLEEEASE!!

- I made a picture at our first meeting this past Tuesday, processed it that night, printed it yesterday, and it was published in the KaLeo this morning.

All three aspirations combined.. finally, I'm free.

I'm looking forward to tomorrow.

I'm looking forward.

to be continued...(?!)

My life's one filled with plot holes and hangers and mumbo-jumbo dialogue and it all beats the hell out of my imagination. I laugh at describing it. Cliche, cliche, cliche; but no, I swear that none of this was premeditated. We didn't see it coming. It's funny; see, I told you I'd laugh. It's funny that after all this time, we're planning on when or whether the final cut will be. Your lines are calm and practiced, but you're terrified and I feel it and I don't want it anymore. I want you to laugh.

And I want you to keep on smiling whether I know it or not.

SCENE

One of the greats

I am alone
But adored by 100,000 more
Then I said when you were the last.
And I have known love, like a whore
from at least 10,000 more
Then I swore when you were the last

When you were the last high
hi-i-i-gh
hi-i-i-gh
hi-i-i-gh

You were awake,
And I should have stayed, but wandered.
I was only out for a day.
out for a day.
It was Chicago for a moment,
And then it was Paris and London for a few
days.

Well, I am alone
But adored by 100,000 more
Then I swore when you were the last.

When you were the last high
hi-i-i-gh
hi-i-i-gh
hi-i-i-gh

Well I was the first to have spoken
And I said just about all of the things you shouldn't say.
So maybe you loved me, but now maybe you don't.
And maybe you'll call me.
Maybe you won't.

So, I am alone
But adored by 100,000 more
Then I said when you were the last.
And I have known love, like a whore
from at least 10,000 more
Then I swore when you were the last.

When you were the last high
hi-i-i-gh
hi-i-i-gh
hi-i-i-gh

When you were the last high
hi-i-i-gh
hi-i-i-gh
hi-i-i-gh

The Last High

The Dandy Warhols

Almost

I think I'm getting a little better at judging lighting settings. Luckily, this camera makes the pictures pretty sick even if I'm off. I learned that cloudy setting (least bright) is best for normal, sunny daytime shots. Sunny setting (brightest) is reserved for extreme brightness, like the sort you'll find at the beach. Everything between is subject to change.

I'm still waiting for USPS to hayaku their asses and bring me my SLR already. Class starts Tuesday (I know I won't need it, but still, I can use it to bribe the professor for a spot in the section) and I wanted it for the AMP event on Monday. Seeing as it's Sunday, that won't be happening. Also, I have this upcoming Wednesday completely off and will hopefully spend it in early morning Chinatown.

I'm happy to say that my life is picking up. I've got great classes ahead, work meaning savings, fingers crossed for Seattle in spring, some solid hobbies and great friends.

But I'm never so steady with feelings,

And I'm a bit empty

Without

Lights! Camera!

A few from my last roll with a focus on lighting:

Noon

Make a wish

Doesn't look like rain

R&R

I grew here

More coming tonight

*I take that back. I'm picking it up tomorrow.

Up

It's 6:42a and I've been up since 6:00a for my work shift at 9:00a. I do this now..or have been for the past two days. Forcing myself out of bed's given me time to eat comfortably, finish two cups of coffee, and around a half-hour to work out. Yes, work out. Now that I'll be getting three meals a day and my metabolism should be kicking in any second, I need to keep tabs. What I'm trying to say here is that I'm trying. I've neglected myself for so damn long and I won't allow it anymore. Sound body rhythm, sound mind harmony; I need a tune for all I want to tell the world. All I want to tell you. Truth is, recent happenings have inspired me. These are what will drive me to repeat such history.

"Find what you're afraid of most and go live there"
- from Invisible Monsters

* Oh, and do check out the banner on the left
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