MOVING ON

Link PLEASE READ LINK Oh, Lord, I just love having dreams in my sleep, or else, I am surely have not been able to sleep well at all. I've known from my Psychology undergraduate studies, that when one is dreaming, one is having "rapid eye movement" (REM) or the state wherein dreams happen. Of course, I'd love to have the most pleasant dreams! I recall having dreamt of seeing myself beheaded, with me seeing actually where my head drops and rolls....the details are just so real...such that I'd still remember this dream even up to now when I've had this dream when I was still in elementary school. And I've had regular dreams of just flying, flying so freely, and letting myself falling from the very top of tall buildings, and getting myself dropping for a few floors, and eventually, I'd be getting the hang of it, and I'd get my gears moving, and I'd be swooping up, up and away.....flying, flying...flying like a giant wild bird!!! That sounds...

These photos are a mixed variety of those I took using my old Olympus digital camera and my Sony Ericsson celfone camera. You'd see the yawning differences in quality (color, light, ambient features), but I still feel confident on the composition of the images I have chosen and posted here, and to convey the great images one can behold, and very much worthy of sharing to others who have yet to be at the New York Botanical Garden in the Bronx. Having not much memory space in my camera, I settled with what I could just shoot and capture. My friend just went on shooting photos of what has caught her eye on what's beautiful, which quality abounds in this garden. As to the photos here, I'm proud to have captured what's basically, and naturally beautiful, without going out of my way to improve, repair, or change anything on the outcomes. It was sweltering hot when my friend and I visited the park over a week ago. I felt like I was back in the Philippines, but I try to ...

These two shots were made over a year using my sony ericcson celfone. If I remember it correctly, these falls are located somewhere in the upper north-western side of Central Park, & which some notice posted in the park says it's not actually man-made, or something like it's "natural" [this could be the "natural" waterfalls, or the other photo....can't recall now! :D ]. I remembered one site had cute turtles lying, swimming in the small space. I would have wanted to take shots at them, but my celfone camera didn't have the capacity for close-up shots. I thought these falls look pretty and fanciful to merit some interest to anyone interested in waterfalls. Close your eyes, and imagine the best waterfalls experience you've had ever in your life!

A self portrait by Gustave Courbet Something about Courbet reminds me strongly of my own struggles to pursue creative works. I've not known much about him before my visit to the Met Museum. And I'm writing down these thoughts months after I dashed one weekend to make it to the last day of this Courbet exhibit at the Met, even just by myself (and I never felt so gratified, after I read about him on a catalogue from an art magazine). He certainly has been a trailblazer during his time, but you'd see his works pale in comparison with what we see and take for granted these days!! He was not among those artists based in the main city, which was Paris then (even perhaps up to now). He was proud of his social background which I understand was "middle class" during that period, his local culture which looked like very rural compared to the very urban Paris at that time, and his art of which he has proven he's got the abilities and strength to see thru the completi...

Now, this is really something new for me. I've not done this falling-in-line activity to get a celebrity's authograph, ever yet. My friend [who has been so kind & generous, has been treating me to Broadway shows and plays everytime he's in town....he says, i could very well not afford these shows, as I'd definitely just go watch only when I'm with tourist-friends/acquaintances, since tickets are REALLY that expensive, & still get to live and lead a purposeful life in New York city] thought it was a good idea to get Lea Salonga's signature, after we watched a different play, Journey's End (a well crafted World War I-based play by R.C. Sherriff, and being staged at the Belasco Theatre), on our way out after the show to meet up with other friends who were also watching another show. Actually, we waited for the next 20 minutes or so, if I still recall it correctly. But it was kinda long wait, and I was ready to tell my friend what I got in mind then that...

Work has got to define how productive each one us can get. As they say, it's what you get from the day that matters most. After a usual day's work (which may happen to define most of us), I have got completely exhausted, and longed to forget it all, at least in the meantime. My eyes show what lies ahead & what keeps my mind from resting, as I go about the works in prepare myself for bedtime. These hours may vary, largely on what schedule we like and decide to follow each day. Dreams that take place during my rest time will then define my quality of rest. Have a restful time at the end of each productive day, everyone!