Posts tagged “Life”

When you understand," Brandy says, "that what you’re telling is just a story. It isn’t happening anymore. When you realize the story you’re telling is just words, when you can just crumble it up and throw your past in the trashcan," Brandy says, "then we’ll figure out who you’re going to be.

from the novel Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palahniuk

Whatever happened in the past, has led us to who we are today. And because we know this, we hold it dear to us, even influence us in our day to day lives.

Happy experiences, horrible accidents, things that happened that are beyond our control–we blame them for what we are having right now. It can be that someone dear to us died…and we can never replace them. Someone dear brought hurt to us…we trusted them but still they chose to hurt us. It can be that we are born underprivileged…and we can’t afford to pursue what we really want. Or born overwhelmed with attention…that we can’t be who we just want ourselves to be.

It’s always easy to say that we can’t do something because we’re not fit for it, we aren’t worthy of it, we aren’t strong enough to go through it. I can’t be an Engineer because I’m too lazy to do the work. I have to do things my own, because I can’t bring other people into my shit. I can’t get too attached to someone, because I’m still moving on to someone I felt I lost.

Words, words, words, words. Words we tell ourselves to reassure us temporarily, things we always remind ourselves just to get through the day, ideas we bias ourselves towards because we are either too blinded or afraid…

That we can face them. That we can move past them. That we can control them, because they’re just. Words.

Your past is just a story, once you realize this, it has no power over you. – Chuck Palahniuk

My mom calls this a “rich kid problem”. I’m not sure if I agree or not (but it’s funny, anyway).

It’s a rebellion, for me.

My mom calls this a “rich kid problem”. I’m not sure if I agree or not (but it’s funny, anyway).

It’s a rebellion, for me.

It all started with an iPod.

iPod Nano, First Generation, Black.

When I got it, I was crazy over it. It’s an impossibly thin device, and it played music. Two glorious gigabytes of music.

From being used to having the radio at night (lights out at 9PM), a 1.44MB floppy disk (for storing fonts I’ve downloaded at school so that I could install it home, about five font files per day) for portable storage, and sleeping on the way home in public transport, I got an iPod.

With two gigabytes. With which I could listen to music, anytime. With which I could copy a thousand font files a day. With which I could ride home, awake, alive, and thinking about, well, life.

Wow. So much from such a small device.

Then I got a Mac.

Mac Mini, First Generation, Silver and White.

When I got it, I got even crazier over it. It’s an impossibly small device, and it was a computer. 80GB of HD storage, 1.44GHz of CPU, 512MB of RAM, 40ish MB of VRAM.

From being used to a big hulking, demanding, heating, hanging-too-often Windows PC (use only when approved, or when aunt isn’t at home or sleeping), a big-ass CRT monitor, a spaghetti of wires and wires for everything to be used, I got a Mac.

With a flat screen, and wireless keyboard and mouse. With which I installed applications (I downloaded from school, naturally). With which I first edited mini-movies. With which I made my first posters. With which I learned that wow, I love writing. With which I got on the internet, eventually. With which, I could go home, and learn many things about, well, life.

Then I got a MacBook.

MacBook Pro. The Last Generation Before Unibody.

It’s probably obvious where I’ll go with this, so I’ll just say I crapped my pants (figuratively) when I first turned it on.

Mac chime, boom. “Welcome to Mac OS X Tiger.”

What I used to have before, 2GB, to 80GB, wow now 250GB. Faster everything. Thinner everything. Wireless everything. I was at my craziest.

Wow, finally something that would allow me to do just about anything I’d ever like to do. Listening to music? Editing movies? Posters? Watching movies? Reading and writing online? Torrenting? Wow.


I got my iPod wet while at the beach. The Macbook Pro was a defective second-hand unit out of warranty. The Mac Mini got wet too, but lived on for almost two years, until I had to connect two wires to turn it on (shorting the power button, as it was broken already).

I never saw myself doing what I am doing today. I never thought I would be involved in engineering (this long), I never thought I would be involved in creative endeavors (this hard), I never thought I would be so engrossed in Apple (this thoughtfully). Founder, company, values.

All I know is, it was never about the brand. It was never about having a gadget that could play music. It was never about having a computer the size of a lunch box. It was never about having a laptop less than an inch thick.

It was all about what I can do with it. It was all about what it afforded me to do. It is all about where I am now because of what the utility of these devices afforded me.

It is all about the values these imparted in me. Attention to detail. Honesty. Design.

I think that’s what makes me a Mac person; that’s what makes me an Apple person. That’s what makes me, me.

I don’t use any Apple product right now. I have an Android tablet, and a phone that could be called dumb by today’s standards.

But the lessons, the values, the experiences I got from Nano, Twiggy and Pro live on.

Happy Birthday, Macintosh. You’ll live on forever, in me.

"The technology was never the motivation in making the film. We wanted to tell a story, and it was about developing the technology that was the only way the story could be told." - David Heyman, producer for Alfonso Charon’s ‘Gravity’

There’s perhaps a reason why I am in this degree (Electronics Engineering) and I love filmmaking. The tip of the iceberg is here, and the rest is just slowly starting to make sense.

# (Or this is just me trying to make a convenient analysis of how all of this fits together, but whatever. The possibilities, I must admit, are exciting.)

# Also in the footnotes, I really am passionate about this film. It’s such an understated masterpiece.

These kids speak more sense than I’ve ever heard adults say in a long time. Much intelligent too. Take that, Ryzza Mae.

On a serious note, I hope (as <a href=”http://feedly.com/k/1e3n3OH”>Garrett Murray said</a>) these kids—we—don’t get too drowned in the negativity and continue to be progressive with our thinking. Let’s be more in the business of understanding differences rather than putting them as walls around us. As one kid said, “No matter what color, we’re all human inside! We have organs, a heart!” That’s just perfect.

# You may argue that they’re led to speak good things about this topic, but the truth of the matter is they’re making more sense than you do (if you’re thinking that).

# I can’t say much about Cheerios, but it’s brave of them I admit.

# Ryzza Mae is a local TV personality who’s cute and young and witty. But I feel she’s being taken advantage of, rather than actually celebrated with her intelligence. But that’s another thought for another day.


It’s easy to get lost into another reality if we only knew where to look. Words written on dead trees transport us into another plane of existence; one where we feel the full spectrum of emotions as if we’re the ones participating in the adventure, and yet we’re really just sitting down comfortably, racing through the spine and leafing through pages that never seem to end.

And it’s even easier to accept those realities we bring to life in our heads, as we bring more detail to the events, places and people brought into existence by another human’s diligence to put his pen to the paper.

What wondrous adventures! What beautiful places! What interesting people! We start to invest into their reality, take their problems as our own, and often resent the foreboding omnipresence we inherit as their stories are told in parallel. The gift of knowing what is happening all at once, and interpolating what will happen in the future is a sad one, especially as the plot thickens, and the pages thin out.

We forget our own realities, we fly to where the characters are. We take their person, we feel their emotions, we think their thoughts, and we say their words. We’re not who we are anymore, we’ve brought life into another world, another reality, just as the author must have put it.

That’s the power we posses: our free will has enabled us to create worlds with our thoughts, weave stories with our hands, and perhaps, act like gods in those realities… If you take it all in, and look at it from afar, it’s such a sight to see and a powerful thing to behold.

Then, the thinning pages eventually reduce to leaves, and to the last few words. This time, our reality strikes.

I try to breathe slowly, taking the ending the best I could.

All I’m lead to do now is haul my ass to the local bookstore, plop a few hundred for the next book, and lose sleep again over a reality that is both not mine, and created by my mind.

# It’s a struggle sometimes detaching myself from the stories I read, and the characters in them.

There is something wrong with teddy. Or with Ze Frank.

Creepy, but it’s mesmerizing.

# I’m posting this here for me to remember the brutality of teddy’s heart’s heart.

Make social media about you — not your ego.

Shawn Blanc, from his Social Me-Me-Media

It’s interesting to think about how we use our social networks nowadays. For those who grew up without them, it’s basically just a place to catch up, reminisce, be part of a world that once was.

But for those who grew up with them, it’s their lives. The talk about what they think about, how they feel, their wants and needs in life—any time, any place, any context, all the time. While in It’s being part of a world that still is.

That’s why it’s becoming ever more easy for our personality to extend into our online profiles. Our habits, our dreams, our speaking styles, our attitudes are all becoming easily reflected in how we interact with each other online. And that’s where we all get our context from: online. There are no body languages to interpret, no intonations to be careful about; and more often than not we get to be more and more misinterpreted, both in our words and our intent. We could be simply talking about we want to have, like a new gadget or something, and be easily called as someone egoistic.

It’s clear that a tide is turning: morality, ethics, sociology will once be reevaluated as we venture into this new public space we call our social media. 

I just hope it happens soon enough. So that I may be freer to post what’s really on my mind.

…Great design is the product of iteration, and that process does not exist in a vacuum, but in a world full of prior context and evolving lines of reason.

Marcus Edvalson, from his Lesson From a Plastic Cup

I didn’t do it [writing] because I thought I would make some money or get paid to do it. Thirty-five years later, I still do it because I don’t really have a choice, because I don’t really know any other way. Writing, painting, creating –creators don’t do it because they want to make money. Creativity is not a profession, it is a gift. It was, is and always will be a very selfish act.

Om Malik, from his Doing that one thing.

The pinnacle of design for me comes with ruthless simplicity. It is that point when you can reduce a product to its very essence.

Om Malik, from his Why I love certain objects and services

I too, have been striving hard to get the best of what I can afford. And I hope I could do so more in the future.

All I Want for Christmas Is…A Little Space - WSJ.com

Introverts are often urged to “fix” their personalities, to come out of their shells. But introversion is not the same as shyness, and it doesn’t need to be fixed. Shyness is fear and anxiety in social situations, introversion is just low motivation to get out and mingle. Psychologists consider introversion inborn and a “stable” trait that stays constant throughout our lifetime.

Of course, introversion and extroversion are extremes on a continuum, with most of us falling somewhere in between. But even though roughly half of Americans fall on the introverted side of the scale according to various studies, extroversion has been held in higher esteem. So when extroverts and introverts skirmish, extroverts usually come out victorious, holding the moral high ground because they “love people” and are not “stuck up” or “surly,” like those introverts, sulking in the corner.

Finally, someone understands. Introversion is only as normal as extroversion; it’s also a gift, if I say so myself. Happy holidays, introverts. 

It’s easy to want to win…I implore you to contest. Moreover, I implore you to fail—intentionally. To lose. To step into the elevator of your imagination and press down. To turn down the alley just to see if the darker shapes make better shadows. To knock yourself into a creative abyss for no other reason than suspecting there might just be something good down there, and that failing big time might just be the only way to find it.

Mike Chase, from his In Defense of Failure on Stemmings.

It’s time to begin, isn’t it?
I get a little bit bigger but then I’ll admit
I’m just the same as I was
Now don’t you understand
That I’m never changing who I am

And all this because we just want to understand him. Because we are not him. We almost certainly, most of us, are not great men or women. We want to know how he rose to that rank and what we can take away that may help us do the same. And the select few who are bound for greatness will likely be no less fascinated and will want to look to him as a model or a cautionary tale. Everybody can take something from Steve.

Mat Honan, from his Why We’ll Never Stop Talking About Steve Jobs

# Just don’t read the comments.