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&#xA9; Mikhail Douglas Ong Quijano 2008. 

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<title>you have to be beautiful to create something beautiful: design can change the world!</title>
<description>   &#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;This is so fucking hilarious!&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;You have to be beautiful to create something beautiful.&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;The one thing you can&#x27;t teach is beauty. Some people are not born with high-end After Effect skills, but beauty&#x27;s right there. It&#x27;s genetic. Hotness is always the tiebreaker.&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;Sometimes I wonder, &#x22;is my work beautiful because I&#x27;m beautiful, or am I beautiful because my work is beautiful?&#x22; It&#x27;s probably a little bit of both.&#x3C;br&#x3E;Perfect people create the perfect design.&#x3C;br&#x3E;As a beautiful person, I pretty much live a consequence-free life. I believe that&#x27;s why I&#x27;m such a fearless designer: i can create disturbing, controversial imagery and in the end, people just say &#x22;wow, she&#x27;s hot.&#x22;&#x3C;br&#x3E;The fact is, regular people will do anything for beautiful people.&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;DESIGN CAN CHANGE THE WORLD!http://www.designerslashmodel.com/</description>
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<description>     &#x3C;br&#x3E;Because I got bored today, I decided to head on to wikipedia (which is the most reliable source evarrr, yeah right) and&#xA0;read up on Psych disorders again just for kicks. I browsed through the different clusters and reacquainted myself with the well-known mood and anxiety disorders, and remembered the somewhat obscure ones (frotteurism, anyone?). &#xA0;&#x3C;br&#x3E;Towards the end of the wikipedia page I was browsing, I saw a link that begged me to click it -- relational disorders. The description of this new cluster really got my attention:&#x3C;br&#x3E;  &#x3C;p class=&#x22;MsoNormal&#x22;&#x3E;According to Michael First M.D. of the DSM-V working committee the locus of a relational disorder, in contrast to other DSM-IV disorders, &#x22;is on the relationship rather than on any one individual in the relationship.&#x22; Relational disorders involve 2 or more individuals and a disordered &#x22;juncture,&#x22; whereas typical Axis I psychopathology describes a disorder at the individual level. An additional criterion for a relational disorder is that the disorder cannot be du...</description>
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<description>     &#x3C;br&#x3E; &#x3C;br&#x3E; The sun rises high&#x3C;br&#x3E; Everytime I see you smile;&#x3C;br&#x3E; Even in the night.&#x3C;br&#x3E; &#x3C;br&#x3E; .....&#x3C;br&#x3E;  &#x3C;br&#x3E;  One fine day, perhaps,&#x3C;br&#x3E;  You shall forget all of this.&#x3C;br&#x3E;  Not I, love; not I.&#x3C;br&#x3E;  &#x3C;br&#x3E;  .....&#x3C;br&#x3E;  &#x3C;br&#x3E; No treasure compares&#x3C;br&#x3E; to the way your eyes sparkle.&#x3C;br&#x3E; Wealth beyond my dreams.&#x3C;br&#x3E; &#x3C;br&#x3E; .....&#x3C;br&#x3E; &#x3C;br&#x3E; If I hold your hand&#x3C;br&#x3E; I know you will let it go.&#x3C;br&#x3E; The last leaf, fallen.&#x3C;br&#x3E; &#x3C;br&#x3E; .....&#x3C;br&#x3E; &#x3C;br&#x3E; Each time your heart breaks,&#x3C;br&#x3E; the rain sings its chorus loud:&#x3C;br&#x3E; &#x22;a rainbow comes next.&#x22;&#x3C;br&#x3E; &#x3C;br&#x3E; .....&#x3C;br&#x3E; &#x3C;br&#x3E; I feel the distance;&#x3C;br&#x3E; oceans between you and I.&#x3C;br&#x3E; My boat capsizes.&#x3C;br&#x3E; &#x3C;br&#x3E; .....&#x3C;br&#x3E; &#x3C;br&#x3E; When your nightmares come,&#x3C;br&#x3E; weave my promises to webs;&#x3C;br&#x3E; I&#x27;ll hold them &#x27;til dawn.&#x3C;br&#x3E; &#x3C;br&#x3E; &#x3C;br&#x3E; ................................................................&#x3C;br&#x3E; &#x3C;br&#x3E; I was walking my regular way home today, my ears filled with random songs from my player, when I suddenly remembered Haikus. 5-7-5; short verses that try to say a lot in its smallness. Their images are usually of nature, and are usually about love. While walking, I tried to come up with some verses, my fingers flicking for each syllable that I mouth in s...</description>
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<description>&#x3C;p&#x3E;I&#x27;m a sucker for syntax.&#x3C;/p&#x3E; &#x3C;p&#x3E;I was looking at my multiply&#x27;s inbox, mindlessly scrolling down from update to update when I chanced upon one of my friends&#x27; posts, with the the words &#x22;love of&#x26;nbsp;my life&#x22; in the subject. I read it over and over again and chewed on it. What does it mean when someone declares someone else &#x3C;em&#x3E;the love of their life&#x3C;/em&#x3E;? How much more powerful is it compared to being called someone&#x27;s &#x3C;em&#x3E;beloved? &#x3C;/em&#x3E;Someone&#x27;s &#x3C;em&#x3E;love? &#x3C;/em&#x3E;It&#x27;s probably interchangeable, but since I&#x27;m bored and tend to always think too much, I bothered to figure out&#x26;nbsp;its nuances.&#x26;nbsp;After all, it feels all grand when someone says &#x3C;em&#x3E;the love of my life.&#x3C;/em&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E; &#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;em&#x3E;*Thinks*&#x3C;/em&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E; &#x3C;p&#x3E;Maybe when someone says that a person is the love of their life -- and that is, if they really mean it -- it seems that the love goes beyond the person. It escapes the&#x26;nbsp;one saying it, and transcends to his entire life: &#x3C;em&#x3E;my entire life loves you, every aspect of my life loves you. You are the love of my life. &#x3C;/em&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E; &#x3C;p&#x3E;It&#x26;nbsp;sort of&#x26;nbsp;seems&#x26;nbsp;obsessive whe...</description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 22 Jun 2008 11:44:00 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>On Nostalgia, College and Friends</title>
<description>  I was feeling very nostalgic when I woke up today, so I rummaged through some old files and found my old LJ archive.&#x3C;br&#x3E;The first entry I ever wrote was almost exactly 5 years ago. I was 17, and was on my 2nd week of college. It was all a confusing time, and this entry, as I read it, made me laugh really hard. Good God, talk about EMO!&#xA0;&#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://s43.photobucket.com/albums/e374/koala_boi/?action=view&#x26;#x26;current=June23-1.jpg&#x22; target=&#x22;_blank&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;/a&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://s43.photobucket.com/albums/e374/koala_boi/?action=view&#x26;#x26;current=June23-1.jpg&#x22; target=&#x22;_blank&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;img src=&#x22;http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e374/koala_boi/June23-1.jpg&#x22; border=&#x22;0&#x22; alt=&#x22;Photobucket&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;/a&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;It&#x27;s funny how things play out. Around the time I wrote this, I was so scared of losing my friends, that I actually thought I was changing friends. In time, though, I realized that you never really lose friends, unless you want to lose them; and if you&#x27;re really friends with someone, the time you fail to spend with them becomes immaterial when you meet again. All those missed moments become a way for you to gather more stories to share with them.&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;So because I&#x27;m nostalgic today, here are a bunch of photos. Friendses! Beware. We looked so different. Haha!&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://s43.photobucket.com/albums/e374/koala_boi/?action=view&#x26;#x26;current=Mohawk2.jpg&#x22; target=&#x22;_blank&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;img src=&#x22;http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e374/koala_boi/Mohawk2.jpg&#x22; border=&#x22;0&#x22; alt=&#x22;Photobucket&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;/a&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;I miss my &#x22;mohawk&#x22; hahaha&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://rainsong.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFxc-QoKCDAAAB8-I1E1&#x22; style=&#x22;color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline; &#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;img border=&#x22;0&#x22; class=&#x22;alignmiddleb&#x22; src=&#x22;http://images.rainsong.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SFxc-QoKCDAAAB8-I1E1/hihi102.jpg?et=eBCgSSE3B7p6HS4UW7BlCQ&#x26;#x26;nmid=0&#x22; style=&#x22;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block; text-align: center; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px; &#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;/a&#x3E;OMG college wetness. I seriously miss being a TNT.&#xA0;Congrats to this year&#x27;s TNTs a...</description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 21 Jun 2008 00:48:00 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>What is hope, mama?</title>
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<pubDate>Thu, 19 Jun 2008 08:59:00 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>To Forget</title>
<description>If there&#x27;s one thing I love about Chinese characters, it&#x27;s that each one is a poem.&#xA0;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x4EA1;&#xA0;means to flee or die&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x5FC3;&#xA0;means heart, mind, or feelings&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x5FD8; is to forget&#x3C;br&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2008 02:37:00 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>Insert God Here</title>
<description> &#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://www.flickr.com/photos/mikhailquijano/2560117956/&#x22; title=&#x22;Insert God Here by Mikhail Quijano &#x26;#x738B;&#x26;#x654F;&#x26;#x54F2;, on Flickr&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;img src=&#x22;http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3036/2560117956_eedb4b83fa_o.jpg&#x22; width=&#x22;465&#x22; height=&#x22;700&#x22; alt=&#x22;Insert God Here&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;/a&#x3E;   &#x3C;br&#x3E;View from Xanland Place, Katipunan.&#x3C;br&#x3E; --  It&#x27;s cliche, but sometimes God seems distant. He seems so unreachable to me sometimes, like he&#x27;s completely turned his back on me. I can&#x27;t expect myself to understand why I feel this way, but I&#x27;d like to think that in these moments that I feel he is just way too far beyond my reach, he&#x27;s really just taking a step back to look at the entirety of his creation and whispering to himself, it&#x27;s beautiful, like he did the first seven days.</description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 8 Jun 2008 02:13:00 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>The Last Portraits of Summer</title>
<description>Pam Perlas
Rubie Ganzon
Joshua Cruz

Just wanted a laid-back, nostalgic set of photos. Something a bit bohemian, a bit classic, and all the good stuff. Some were even candid ^__^

Shot in the UP campus.


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&#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://rainsong.multiply.com/photos/album/97/Photo_Album_2008-06-04#3&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;img border=&#x22;0&#x22; src=&#x22;http://images.rainsong.multiply.com/image/1/photos/97/500x500/3/Joshua%20II.jpg?et=SbttawtxMTRK6bwXLOW6hA&#x26;#x26;nmid=99415972&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;/a&#x3E;

&#xA9; Mikhail Quijano 2008

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<pubDate>Wed, 4 Jun 2008 11:00:28 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>Memories of Daylight</title>
<description>I&#x27;ve always wanted to be a vampire when I was young.

Pam Perlas and Leonard Co
Hair and Makeup by Joelle Tanchanco
Pam&#x27;s dress by Myra Mortega

Special thanks to Mr. Antonio of Olalia Building for letting us shoot!


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&#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://rainsong.multiply.com/photos/album/94/Photo_Album_2008-06-03#5&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;img border=&#x22;0&#x22; src=&#x22;http://images.rainsong.multiply.com/image/1/photos/94/500x500/5/Sweet%20Fortune.jpg?et=utYLzH9SkhGIhAylT7rOxg&#x26;#x26;nmid=99189543&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;/a&#x3E;

&#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://rainsong.multiply.com/photos/album/94/Photo_Album_2008-06-03#7&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;img border=&#x22;0&#x22; src=&#x22;http://images.rainsong.multiply.com/image/1/photos/94/500x500/7/The%20High%20Priestess%2C%20The%20Heirophant.jpg?et=cUKV2KeDwiWgr%2BG3cXaInQ&#x26;#x26;nmid=99189543&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;/a&#x3E;

&#xA9; Mikhail Quijano 2008. 
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<pubDate>Tue, 3 Jun 2008 05:36:28 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>Wham, Bam, Thank you Stam</title>
<description> &#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://s182.photobucket.com/albums/x148/ideo_graphic/?action=view&#x26;#x26;current=Stam.jpg&#x22; target=&#x22;_blank&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;img src=&#x22;http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x148/ideo_graphic/Stam.jpg&#x22; border=&#x22;0&#x22; alt=&#x22;Photobucket&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;/a&#x3E;&#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://s182.photobucket.com/albums/x148/ideo_graphic/?action=view&#x26;#x26;current=Ferguson.jpg&#x22; target=&#x22;_blank&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;/a&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://s182.photobucket.com/albums/x148/ideo_graphic/?action=view&#x26;#x26;current=Ferguson.jpg&#x22; target=&#x22;_blank&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;img src=&#x22;http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x148/ideo_graphic/Ferguson.jpg&#x22; border=&#x22;0&#x22; alt=&#x22;Photobucket&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;/a&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E; &#x3C;br&#x3E;Oh my god.&#xA0;&#x3C;br&#x3E;There&#x27;s a male Jessica Stam named Chase Ferguson.&#xA0;WTF.&#xA0;Hahaha. Life is unfair!&#x3C;br&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 2 Jun 2008 05:39:00 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>at iyon ang nararapat sa akin.</title>
<description>     Oda Ng Puta Sa Maynilang Limot&#x3C;br&#x3E;Marahil ngayong gabi muli,maglalakad ako sa nagsasalitangliwanag at dilim sa plaza ng Maynilaat bubuksan ang bintana ng aking tindahan.Wala pa rin kayang magdadalawang-isip na bumiling lamang wala namang laman?&#x3C;br&#x3E;Oo. Isang kaputahanang ginawa ko, at ang ginagawa kodahil walang ibang nibel na naaangkop sa mga tulad kongwalang tatanggap kung hindi ipinagpipilitan at binibigay.&#x3C;br&#x3E;Wala akong kabayarang hinihingikundi ang magamit at malaspag sa kamayng hayok na kalungkutan,lalamunin at ilulura&#xA0;dahil iyon ang kapantay ko&#x3C;br&#x3E;at iyon ang nararapat sa akin.&#x3C;br&#x3E;At sa pag-gising ko sa umaga(kung ako man ay makatulog)ay mag-iiwan akong piraso ng papel kung saan isusulat koang isang pasasalamat&#x3C;br&#x3E;dahil sa ilang oras nagkaroon ako ng halaga,limang daan, at kaunting baryang tip(na hindi ko naman hiningi)&#x3C;br&#x3E;para sa lamang walang lamanngunit mistulang nagkalaman ng ilang saglit.&#x3C;br&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 1 Jun 2008 01:43:00 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>This is how you fall, a boy would say</title>
<description> Maybe This is Falling&#x3C;br&#x3E;This is what a boy has to say,when asked what&#xA0;falling in love ison the edge of summer&#x27;s reign:&#x3C;br&#x3E;The cities that you lived inwill never fully be conquered; their winding roadsand lamp posts will never stay the samesave for the way the sun paints&#xA0;&#x3C;br&#x3E;its dirtroads and rooftops.&#xA0;&#x3C;br&#x3E;They will be as sweet and warm as the time you first saw them.&#x3C;br&#x3E;You open the windows every morningand breathe in the smoke from the city&#x27;s many kitchensand let in the sound of his children playingon the sidewalks.&#x3C;br&#x3E;They will be as sweet and warm as the time you first met them. &#xA0;&#x3C;br&#x3E;Then you will feel your feet move across the hardwood floorsout the door and into the streets. You wonderwhen the baby around the corner learned how to light a cigarette,or how the old fishmarket vendor got on his wheelchair.&#x3C;br&#x3E;Still you smile at them, like you&#x27;ve known them through and through,as if they were as sweet and warm as the first time you talked to them,and trace the graffiti on the walls of your houselike they were mast...</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 30 May 2008 08:30:00 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>Philippine Fashion Week 2008 - May 29</title>
<description>Thanks to John Herrera for putting us on the guest list! Congrats to him and his brother Paul for an awesome collection ^__^ and to the other designers too!

Okay. Thought I would be watching alone but yeythankgodsomuch for Tara for coming along! It was really fun -- didn&#x27;t really go there expecting to take photos and stuff, just thought I&#x27;d take in the show and enjoy it, and I did! Got a bit too engrossed watching and enjoying the show towards the latter part, as evidenced by the fewer pics. hahaha. 

Charo Ronquillo was there and wow we&#x27;re such fans! When she first came out we were like &#x22;ang ganda, parang kamukha ni Charo.&#x22; And then *BAM* shit si Charo nga! Haha fanboy and fangirl. She&#x27;s so hot and we wanted to stalk her but anyway yeah. Hahaha. And and Trishan Cuaso = man-crush. Thanks to Tara, though, I realized male models here in Manila are a bit on the beefy side. I want to see slenderer male models ala Sean Opry or Boyd.

I wonder if Stam and Agyness would do Philippine F...</description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 29 May 2008 17:01:52 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>Stardust in Your Eyes</title>
<description>Leonard Co
Grooming by Joelle Tanchanco
Nebula image from &#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://hubblesite.org/gallery/album/entire_collection/pr2005037a/&#x22;&#x3E;http://hubblesite.org/gallery/album/entire_collection/pr2005037a/&#x3C;/a&#x3E;


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&#xA9; Mikhail Quijano

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<pubDate>Wed, 28 May 2008 00:53:45 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>Don&#x27;t Look Up</title>
<description>Pam Perlas
Hair and Makeup by Joelle Tanchanco
Dress by Myra Mortega


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&#xA9; Mikhail</description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 28 May 2008 00:48:34 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>Day 10 - My Mind is My Bedroom</title>
<description>&#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://www.flickr.com/photos/mikhailquijano/2518013242/&#x22; title=&#x22;Day 10 - My Mind is My Bedroom by Mikhail Quijano &#x26;#x738B;&#x26;#x654F;&#x26;#x54F2;, on Flickr&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;img src=&#x22;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2013/2518013242_76037344b7.jpg&#x22; width=&#x22;500&#x22; height=&#x22;332&#x22; alt=&#x22;Day 10 - My Mind is My Bedroom&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;/a&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;It was raining real hard last night. My internet got funky :(  ---  If you&#x27;re wondering why I&#x27;m very random, I think my room is to blame. When people ask me what the color of my room is, it always poses a problem, and they always look odd when I reply &#x22;um, well one wall is yellow, one is orange, one is purple, and the ceiling is mint green&#x22; It&#x27;s an interior designer&#x27;s nightmare, it&#x27;s just a hodgepodge of random trinkets and mess.  I like it very much.&#x3C;br&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2008 05:32:00 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>Day 9 - Drawn</title>
<description> &#x3C;img border=&#x22;0&#x22; class=&#x22;alignmiddleb&#x22; src=&#x22;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2285/2512992293_0302b33095.jpg&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;/img&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;/br&#x3E;When I was young, I used to wish that my drawings would come to life and be my best friend. I used to write down their complete profiles beside each character, like rare trading cards that only I had.  &#xA0;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;/br&#x3E;It&#x27;s been a while since I drew anything seriously -- much more a decent human being. Ever since I grew up, my drawings have become nothing but random lines and figures on pieces of notepad, receipts and paper napkins.  &#xA0;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;/br&#x3E;Sappy, but I guess it&#x27;s much like finding love. You begin with drawing your ideal, wishing they&#x27;d come true and never leave you. But then you grow up, and realize that it won&#x27;t ever happen. Your perfect character will forever be a drawing, so you begin to let go -- you spend less time on your desk and more time on more practical things.  &#xA0;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;/br&#x3E;But then little pockets of moments creep back, and you find yourself doodling what seem like random things on unimportant canvases. I don&#x27;t know, maybe the random doodles are really just fragments of your ideal coming back, trying to r...</description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2008 12:48:00 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>Day 8 - We Shall Overcome</title>
<description>&#x3C;img class=&#x22;alignmiddleb&#x22; src=&#x22;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2008/2510823755_ae537fd705.jpg&#x22; border=&#x22;0&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;/img&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;It seemed like the day was gonna be ravaged by another storm, but the weatherman was kind today. There was no tempest in the city; instead, the breeze was cool, and the daylight softened by the thick gray clouds. The rain was mellow and quiet.&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;Hope. &#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;--------&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br style=&#x22;font-style: italic; &#x22;&#x3E;Hey we shall overcome, we shall overcome&#x3C;br style=&#x22;font-style: italic; &#x22;&#x3E;Well we&#x27;ll walk hand in hand, we&#x27;ll walk hand in hand&#x3C;br style=&#x22;font-style: italic; &#x22;&#x3E;Well we shall live in peace, we shall live in peace&#x3C;br style=&#x22;font-style: italic; &#x22;&#x3E;Well we are not afraid, we are not afraid&#x3C;br style=&#x22;font-style: italic; &#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;br style=&#x22;font-style: italic; &#x22;&#x3E;Hey we shall overcome, we shall overcome&#x3C;br style=&#x22;font-style: italic; &#x22;&#x3E;We shall overcome someday&#x3C;br style=&#x22;font-style: italic; &#x22;&#x3E;Darlin&#x27; here in my heart, I do believe&#x3C;br style=&#x22;font-style: italic; &#x22;&#x3E;We shall overcome someday &#x3C;br style=&#x22;font-style: italic; &#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp;&#x26;nbsp; ~ Bruce Springsteen, We Shall Overcome</description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 21 May 2008 15:22:00 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>Day 7 - Cold Shoulder</title>
<description> &#x3C;img class=&#x22;alignmiddleb&#x22; src=&#x22;http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3152/2508793934_ef5d2a3c5b.jpg&#x22; border=&#x22;0&#x22;&#x3E;But I&#x27;m still here.&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 20 May 2008 14:51:00 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>Day 6 - Adia, We Are Still Innocent</title>
<description> &#x3C;img class=&#x22;alignmiddleb&#x22; src=&#x22;http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3127/2505097539_754f072b3f.jpg&#x22; border=&#x22;0&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;i&#x3E;Adia, I do believe I failed you. I know I let you down. Don&#x27;t you know I tried so hard to love you in my way? It&#x27;s easy; let it go.&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;Adia, I thought that we could make it. Well, I know I can&#x27;t change the way you feel. I&#x27;ll leave you with your misery, a friend who won&#x27;t betray. I&#x27;ll pull you from your tower and take away your pain. I&#x27;ll show you all the beauty you possess if you&#x27;d only let yourself believe.&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;We are born innocent, believe me, Adia. We&#x27;re still innocent. It&#x27;s easy -- we all falter. But does it matter?&#x3C;/i&#x3E; &#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;Words by Sarah Mclachlan, because my words have surrendered. &#x3C;br&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2008 15:57:00 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>Day 5 - Anatomy</title>
<description>  &#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://www.flickr.com/photos/mikhailquijano/2500034279/&#x22; title=&#x22;Day 5 - Anatomy by Mikhail Quijano &#x738B;&#x654F;&#x54F2;, on Flickr&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;img src=&#x22;http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3259/2500034279_484d3266d4.jpg&#x22; alt=&#x22;Day 5 - Anatomy&#x22; border=&#x22;0&#x22; height=&#x22;338&#x22; width=&#x22;500&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;/a&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;This is really cheating. I took this photo a couple of days ago, but then my camera&#x27;s still with my brother and I don&#x27;t want to upload cellphone photos anymore. haha. (refer to day before this). I had wanted to upload it for Day 3, actually, but thought I&#x27;d just keep it handy. And here it is now. Well I edited it today, so that sort of makes it valid (but then it was very minimal photoshopping, just a few ups in sharpness and contrast, and then cropping.)&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;Yesterday, while on the road, I was continuously falling in and out of sleep. Jay kept joking that I was doing what I do best - &#x22;photographing with my mind.&#x22; &#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;It was funny, but I realized I really do that. I tend to stare. I let my gaze linger at the features, taking in the smallest details of people and places I like so that I can remember them. I particularly have a penchant for hands, and all the lines it has; and the eyes, and its color, and the maps that form in its sinews.&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;It makes me believe that they will be with me forever, ev...</description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 18 May 2008 02:02:00 -0000</pubDate>
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