Reminiscing the Past

Doing some project and in the course of my research, came across some of the things that were raved about in the past.

What memories!

I wonder if these things will come back.

Bubble Chairs!

Stick-On Earrings

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Awareness.

<< The Day My God Died is a feature-length documentary that presents the stories of young girls whose lives have been shattered by the child sex trade. They describe the day they were abducted from their village and sold into sexual servitude as, The Day My God Died.

The film provides actual footage from the brothels of Bombay, known even to tourists as “The Cages,” captured with “spy camera” technology. It weaves the stories of girls, and their stolen hopes and dreams, into an unforgettable examination of the growing plague of child sex slavery.>>

It's only an hour long and you can catch the full documentary below.

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Desire

While obsessing over Monster by Dre Beats, I came across these.

MJ + Dre Beats? Wow.

I wonder if they have Batman ones. I would flip.

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Taking a Trip

Someday, I will visit this place. Living art.

The Tahuamanú Rainforest in Peru.

Apparently the parrots and macaws above are feeding off the world's largest salt lick.

Images retrieved from google.

Envy

Today I saw a boy, probably half my age wearing these headphones I've been wanting to get for over a year now.

Damn.

Monster beats by Dr. Dre

Much Needed Contemplation

Amateur footage demonstrates the frightening speed with which Friday's tsunami destroyed the city of Kesennuma, Japan

Although when I started this blog, I never wanted to talk about my musings or rant online. But recent events have shaken me so much that I feel my body tingling. Living in a place that is strategically placed so that I would probably never have to worry about natural disasters for my lifetime, I feel fortunate and then I wonder. Why I am alive, especially when the people who have left this world probably lived a life filled with more dreams than mine, more aspirations than mine.

The feeling of...

Anxiety and hatred?

I am still searching for my door.

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