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The clock stopped several days ago.
When it passed the 24th hour and wanted to become the 25th, the time devoured every last minute 'till it turned to nothing.
And the clock stopped counting when it was only two. It had to be three today, the third of many other months counted in an entire life. But now there's no days left in our countdown.
I also asked myself "Do I Wanna Know?" when I met you, seduced by the drums that reminds me the rhythm of your steps and the waves of the guitar sound creating in my mind the image of your body and your half-opened mouth, and I knew that I wanted to know. It smelled of doubt, fear and danger. But I wanted to know.
Back then the time was marked by kisses as seconds, running out just as fast as our mouths searched for each other over and over again, and between the space of our lips you said "you got me, baby", and answered "yes" when I asked "R U Mine?". So I stopped asking and started living, running down to the Riptide, wherever it wanted to take me to.
And it became deeper. And got serious. Dangerous. I didn't know what you were thinking. But I just got that feeling. A feeling that was worth dying for, indeed.
But you shut up every word when I said I Enjoy The Silence. And there was no trivial words, but no intense feelings either. You became colder everytime I touched you.
I was a mess. But you said "Your Mess Is Mine" to me. So I recited Prayers in C every night. In C for your name. In C for my own, just to hold on. But let's be honest, no one wants a broken toy.
And finally I realized: "Our Time Is Running Out". And the eternal star was consumed slowly.
And the time stopped. And you flew away, maybe not to Denmark, but away from me, though I was sorta hoping that you'd stay.
We were Lovers On The Sun, burning up, shining bright, and now the star is a Supermassive Black Hole, absorbing everything we loved about each other.
Now I know there's only a letter needed for Mess to be miss, and missing also means losing. Today I miss you and lost you, while you preferred to lose me rather than miss me.
Today it had to be the third of the rest of our lives.
But the clock stopped just a week after it counted two.
The clock stopped. But time never does. And I've decided to move on, and keep going over again with new days painted in Blue, new smiles, and new goals, saving all the good memories, 'cause there's a lot for sure, and letting go the rest.
So why did I wrote all this?
Because baby, we both know that the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow day.
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While the clock is ticking
Time is running .. no doubt!
While the world is rushing
We are taking a .. TIMEOUT! :D
Except for final text edits, it looks like this is the final version of the time out postcard that will go out to mothers of young children. it's being marketed as a sophisticated night out for moms. coffeehouse setting. singer and songwriter and fellow mom as entertainment. relaxed and social. hopefully i nailed it.
Panghimagas lang.. Naimbitahan lang po na maki shoot kanina, so kahit hindi marunong ay nagtangka ang andoks na mag glamour photography sa Muntinlupa. :D
Kailangan pala neto:
Model: Meg
Styling/makeup: Tita Chester
Panghimagas lang.. Naimbitahan lang po na maki shoot kanina, so kahit hindi marunong ay nagtangka ang andoks na mag glamour photography sa Muntinlupa. :D
Kailangan pala neto:
Model: Trish
Styling/makeup: Tita Chester
This 4 foot by 8 foot score board was made by covering a full sheet of coroplast with black poster board. All of the white lines and letters were made with white duct tape or poster letters from Walmart.
Strobist: Elinchrom Ranger with 40x40 softbox from left high position. Nikon D3x.
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She has resorted to "mommy, count!" to try to get me to interact with her while she's in TO. (She wants me to count for her to get her rear back in the TO spot. Interestingly, she DOESN'T leave the spot while crying this, giving me no reason to count anyway.)
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TimeOut Festival
Mumbai, India - December 29, 2018
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As it has for the past eight decades, Time magazine selected its person of the year on Wednesday morning. The distinction goes to the man or woman (or sometimes group or idea) the magazine’s editors believe had the greatest impact during the past twelve months, for good or for ill. In 2011, they chose: "The Protester."
Over the past year, “the protester” has voiced dissent against authoritarian leaders, first in Tunisia, and then in Egypt, Libya, Syria, Yemen and Bahrain. The protester in Spain and in Greece struggled - and still do - with a floundering economy that, if anything, is likely to get worse in 2012 . The protester have also started to now voice anger over possibly rigged elections in Russia, and it will be interesting to see how Putin deals with it all should the crowds really turn up en masse, just as they did 20 years ago to orchestrate the downfall of the Soviet system there.
Here in the U.S., the Occupy Wall Street protester began demonstrating first in New York, and then in Washington, Chicago, and even here in Seattle which, from time to time, took on a more comical element to their protest. It all started off so enthusiastically on Westlake Park - so much so you I even felt pangs of genuine kinredship with the protesters, and that they could become a united force for much-needed change.
But things started to go wrong, as they had no single, cohesive message they could all unite and agree on. The "moment" soon became lost in a huge smorgasbord of everything everybody was against - and the worst point came was when you saw them all grouped into different caucuses, with no one group talking to the other, and I had to laugh at it all as it reminded of that classic bit in The Life of Brian: "Excuse me. Are you the Judean People's Front? "Fuck off! We're the People's Front of Judea."
Then the Occupy Seattle group lost the plot completely when they all actually voted to move from their very public protest vantage point in Westlake Park to the Seattle Central Community College on Broadway, Capital Hill. I was by this time getting into the Holiday spirit of things, and suggested to one of the protesters that their actions were a little like turkeys voting for an early Thanksgiving!
And last weekend, they were eventually evicted from the SCCC. So, since I was there at the start in Westlake Park, I opted to be there in spirit with them to record it for posterity, as they cleared up their tents and trash to move no-one knows where, as apparently their central committee have yet to take a vote on it.
Leica M6 & 50mm Summicron
Kodak Portra 400 (new)
(editing in ColorEfex4)
After a hard collision on a drive to the net, the goalie for the CCV Stars rolled on the gound in pain for a few minutes. He got up eventually holding his left sholder. He never left the game. Even with the hit, he was able to deflect the ball out of bounds and prevent a score.
Desert Classic 2011 Soccer U14 Game between CCV STARS '97 ORANGE (Arizona) and FC UNITED SELECT (Illinois). The CCV Stars controlled this game for the most part from start to finish. The FC Unitied team had very few oportunities to score. The game ended in a 2-0 victory for the CCV Stars.