TV is NOT my friend...

This thing conked out on me last night. It just decided that it didn't want to work (I probably just forgot to charge its batteries, but then it's always more convenient to blame it on the machine). I could've used the old reliable pen and paper to write down my thoughts or even draw something but it would be a big hassle working in the dark. The dark helps me relax. Helps me think.

I was so mad when I got home last night. Mad about a lot of things. Mad for lots of reasons. Reasons I may not even know or am aware of. And for the life of me, I do not understand why when it comes to this one person, I have the shortest fuse. I explode. But I do not hate this person. Not at all. You could even say that this person occupies a special place in my heart. Does familiarity breed contempt? It may, in some cases. But I don't believe it's true in this one.

I know it's not right and I have to apologize. It's wrong for me to take it out on this person.

Maybe we just need to have a long overdue talk.

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This song sounded strangely familar...

7 Seconds
Youssou Ndour & Neneh Cherry

Boul ma sene, boul ma guiss madi re nga fokni mane
Khamouma li neka thi sama souf ak thi guinaw
Beugouma kouma khol oaldine yaw li neka si yaw
Mo ne si man, li ne si mane moye dilene diapale
Roughneck and rudeness,
We should be using, on the ones who practice wicked charms
For the sword and the stone
Bad to the bone
Battle is not over
Even when it’s won
And when a child is born into this world
It has no concept
Of the tone the skin is living in
It’s not a second
7 seconds away
Just as long as I stay
I’ll be waiting
It’s not a second
7 seconds away
Just as long as I stay
I’ll be waiting x3
J’assume les raisons qui nous poussent de changer tout,
J’aimerais qu’on oublie leur couleur pour qu’ils esperent
Beaucoup de sentiments de race qui font qu’ils desesperent
Je veux les portes grandements ouvertes,
Des amis pour parler de leur peine, de leur joie
Pour qu’ils leur filent des infos qui ne divisent pas
Changer
7 seconds away
Just as long as I stay
I’ll be waiting
It’s not a second
7 seconds away
Just as long as I stay
I’ll be waiting x3
And when a child is born into this world
It has no concept
Of the tone the skin is living in
And there’s a million voices
And there’s a million voices
To tell you what she should be thinking
So you better sober up for just a second
7 seconds away
Just as long as I stay
I’ll be waiting
It’s not a second
7 seconds away
Just as long as I stay
I’ll be waiting
It’s not a second
7 seconds away
Just as long as I stay
I’ll be waiting

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Two equally beautiful ladies who talk equally funny, the hosts of VH1 Cindy and Maike.

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I don't mean to be a prude, but I honestly think the "MTV Generation" shouldn't be seeing this. (or maybe they should?)

Behind the lens again...

Yesterday, after what seemed an eternity, we head off to the distant urban jungle on the borders of Pasig and Cainta to shoot this guy. Tired and lost amidst the nauseating hot pink and electric blue MMDA overpasses, bridges and male urinal booths, we braved the Marikina, Antipolo and Cainta traffic. Just thought I'd put this down. :-D

Later...