To Seeing the Invisible

Damn...it's been one and half years already.. You still remember that promise we made? One day, we'll legally take shots together? I'm still gonna hold you on that, six more months haha, take care.

Well shit, I just got home and my dad and his friends were still drinking. I reluctantly joined in...I have a fucking interview tomorrow, in Oakland. WTF am I doing? Fuck it, I've already done a drunk post before, here goes nothing: I just shared a very special night with a few of my closest friends. I am truly, truly blessed. I've come to realize I cannot be thankful enough for all these remarkable moments few people have to opportunity to experience. To sit down with a group of friends, and to relive Chris Botti's greatest personal performance over a glass of Napa Valley wine, let alone to do that through one of the most technologically sound mediums? An HDTV that lets us see the beady sweat on the drummer's forehead in the backdrop of any scene, a BluRay sound that lets us hear the raw timbre of the yamaha piano. We sat there that in Boston venue tonight. We just experienced Chris Botti's liquid-gold of a tone melt our very souls to jello. This is mate...

I have to admit, this blog has come to be a pretty nice stress reliever. I had a lot of fun writing that last post, maybe it's due to the high-stakes finals week or a spur-of-the-moment splurge. Either way I hope you like it. To be honest, I never though I would EVER find myself writing short stories like this. But it all started from a deviant art piece called Best Friends Forever . I absolutely fell in love with this; I love these retro, vector-style artworks. Its simplicity, and its matter-of-fact genuineness really caught my attention. Right then and there, I stopped everything and started typing. It was exciting, I wanted a way to capture that heartfelt, sentiment of a child. My answer was a short story. It's really these types of moments--moments you're in a flurry to write your thoughts down--that have the potential to define people's lives; such a magical feeling. I just can't help but think, this world could possibly be explained by a succession o...

Exactly a year ago from this date, a friend of mine showed me a very awesome idea. The idea consisted a taking a picture at 8:36pm every single day for an entire year. It's a restrictive project compared to the conventional "picture a day" project, in the sense that I don't get to choose what picture to take. This will not only serve a way to remember the year, but this could possibly help me understand what's truly important in my life. People will often say that their whole lives flashed before their eyes after they experienced a traumatic event. This sounds a bit morbid, but this idea really captured me. All these thoughts crossed my mind as I walked home from their place. Without thinking, I took my phone out to call another friend for some KingPin, and what do you know, it was 8:34pm. And thus it began. So now that I'm done, what's truly important , you ask? Well if you look at the album, my computer is what's truly important. This MacB...