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Osaka Grad Trip
Watch in HD! After editing quite a few different versions of this video here it is – our grad trip to Japan. Not using my iPod this time but an actual new video camera. Footage shot and edited by me. Had a great time – all the best for uni and beyond! MUSIC USED: Avalanche…
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Quest Week Photography
Quest Week Photos Here’s some photography I worked on and completed this week- I’ll write more thoughts below. It’s difficult to sum up a week’s experience in a paragraph or two here (I have a feeling it’s going to get longer than that-oh look, it is). It’ll be a bit rambly but I like to…
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You tell me to be myself
You tell me to be myself. What do you mean, exactly? When-if ever-is self a constant solid pivot point, and whenever is it not a variable constantly changing, renewing, rediscovering itself, with change as certain as each passing second? If life is a constantly flowing river, then self in my eyes is less the rocks,…
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Cure the feeling of insignificance one word at a time
Cure the feeling of insignificance one word at a time, I see it in your eyes, how they drift in the daylight wondering if what you’re standing for is really right. Can I offer you some late night comfort, cough syrup triumph for all the struggles you’ve endured for your name? Come on, we all…
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What’s so great about oxygen?
What’s so great about oxygen? It’s not sweet or gentle that you need it in your lungs, in your system, every living moment, breathe it in- without it you collapse and burn, your body gives up and folds in on itself. What’s so beautiful about that pointless, primal hunger, “I need you,” oh man, I’ve…
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Scotland Trip
A long 11 hour economy class flight later, I’m back in Hong Kong after a week in Scotland. It’s been two days and I’m waking up at 1 pm and falling asleep at around 3 or 4 am. Jet lag is such a wonderfully predictable thing. I’m just going to go ahead and write about…
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bittersweet happiness
I think one of the strangest forms of happiness is the bittersweet, almost heartbreakingly melancholy one. When I was on the bus on the long ride home I was looking out the window at the sea we were passing, and I saw several small fishing boats- almost canoes, really, and people sprawled on them, drifting…
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