operations of the heart

one for the road. this is gonna be tough...

must be a devil between us

or whores like a choir.
go "uh," all night.
-the pixies, hey

even tony montana has to reload his 'little friend'

i'm taking a break from this for a while. it gets nauseating because i think i've spent too much time on it. but that LA-SF-manila bit was a good run! i hope people had fun with the photos, too. if you haven't seen it, be sure to check out to live and die in L.A. it's amazing how one trip can change the way you live. when i come back i'll be sure to have another round of bullets ready for the fight.

so, what now? angels? zombies?... man, this is gonna be fun. it's like my GPS re-routing to a new adventure!

peace, love, empathy
photopistol

finally! (50th post)

to live and die in L.A.
photography by marvin sayson
multiply
deviantArt

some of the photos are from S.F. but eh.

"i love cali like i love women" -tupac

shit...the record was supposed to be about how california can change you for the worse.....it played a huge part in doing the opposite!
-nate ruess (the format), about "dog problems"

wonder

san francisco, i miss you.

god must forgive a holden caulfield like me who's lost in the beauty of the unfamiliar. it's like i can't wait to see you but at the same time i'm so scared knowing how much of a bohemian sunrise you are, and i'm a zombie who hasn't been around for breakfast in a while.

your theft will be authentic.

"It's not where you take things from.
It's where you take them to."

click on the image.

should've been a son

frances bean cobain,
the daughter of kurt and courtney.

the one that should've been a son.

I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what i used to be, full of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. I can't stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable, self-destructive, death rocker that I've become.
-Cobain's suicide note

minus the bear - when we escape

lights and sounds

(you must be an illusion/
can i see through you?)

saving daylight

i'm excited to write surgery's next songs. you know how "long gone before daylight" by the cardigans was a definitive turn for their career? i sort of want it to sound that way. subtle but epic in its glowing beauty.


and if anyone can guess where you find these kinds of coffee makers... that would be really cool. haha.

ekaterina ivanova is the new lolita (nsfw)

haha, i'm using one of our school computers and i noticed... damn right this is nsfw.

mimesis

i hate the fact that i had to stop what i was doing for a bit, just to punish myself. everything could've been frozen in time and i could've died just staring at that tragic reply. i thought that could've been the worst mistake of 2009 -


but it's nice to have friends knock sense into you.

what happens in hollywood stays in hollywood:

elmo and mr. incredible making friends with the scream guy as it rains and they look for shelter in hollywood.

which is really weird, because i have a tickle-me-elmo, and a mr. incredible stuff toy. and they do sleep together.

about a girl

i usually don't write stories in this blog because i'm taking my time off words (they seem to play favorites), but yesterday something bad really happened to a friend and today ended up to be a day of enlightenment, so i feel obliged to write about it. hope nobody minds.

i heard a story from a friend, about losing stories.

she shared to me about a girl whose memories were triggered by either coffee or tea, or conversations with strangers. it was nostalgic. her stories were about the renaissance of a broken heart. i told her, i would do anything to help her get her stories back.

because i felt like a part of her just died. it's like giving birth to a child. then you close your eyes. and then when you look back, your baby is gone. pilfered.

movie wisdom: "the night is darkest just before the dawn." -batman: dark knight

you'll get it back. you remind me of an old friend, actually. people like you will always have your way around tragedy. but three years is three years, and no matter how many heartbreaks, i'll always be three exits ahead of you. that's why i'm writing this.

with my utmost empathy.

you'll get it back. not because i find you interesting, but because you owe a speck of your beauty to the universe.

nothing but love

can last forever.
-mr. big, nothing but love

closer to infinity

we always build things bigger than us, hoping they take us closer to infinity.

i want to know my fate

if i keep up this way
-death cab for cutie, bixby canyon bridge

it's so easy to leave masochist manila behind to be with my loved ones. i can do it in a snap. maybe i should.


happy birthday, papa. i miss you.