Relationships

St. Thomas Aquinas believes the universe is a journey. A journey where the Creator guides every Being and being to its fulfillment according its nature through its self-diffusive Good. Cutting right past the metaphysics, it tells us that every action, decision, judgment we make is, in essence, a portion of "the Good" coming from an Infinite Source of eternal "goodness". In other words, every thing and every being, has a source precisely because every thing and every being originated from an idea. A chair would not be a chair if it weren't for a carpenter who thought about it; who wouldn't have known about the chair if it weren't for someone else, and this exponentially goes on until we reach the "Highest Good," whom St. Thomas has identified as: God. Given so, can an atheist/anyone who doesn't believe in God, still believe in this type of metaphysics? Idk. Maybe I have to start reading in that class instead of getting by via attentive listening in lectures. I'm starting to get worried, its nearly graduation and things are coming down my way like 10-pound hale stones one right after the other. And yesterday, we had a long meeting with our multimedia team, got to know and grew a little more accustomed to each other, and of course, discussed roles and exciting new projects for this year 2008!

Multimedia Editor Joey Alarilla
Multimedia Editorial Assistant Abigail Kwok
ex-Gaming Reporter now turned Community Evangelist Alex Villafania
It was a good meeting and a great chance for everyone to tune in to the same page and think on the same wavelength, which is so crucial for the team to survive. In any case, INQUIRER.net (which is NO LONGER INQ7 OR AFFILIATED WITH GMA7) has so much in store, not only in the multimedia division, but as a whole, for 2008 so it's best to stay linked and be witnesses to this great change in RP journalism and media.

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It's that time of that year again, when your friends have to fly out and go back to school wherever. Studying in an International School, you kind of grow up with a constant burden in your life: people are provisionally physically detached and that gap of absence causes rifts and provokes thoughtless bonds (and awkward silences when paths do decide to cross again); but because we are strung together by this thick string I've come to discover as the "vital adolescent phase experienced in a close-knit communal arrangement", we are drawn together despite the intensity of changes. Ultimately, the test of genuine friendship consequently derives from a "feeling" the person undergoes while in the company of the rest in a spontaneous situation -- if it's uncomfortable, fun, light, chill, dramatic, brainless etc., I strongly believe it is tantamount to the magnitude of the friendship initially formed in those adolescent days. The true ones stay regardless of time, space, and distance; and I'm glad that despite the erratic crossings, I still have a good sense of which strings to nurture and which to cut.

These are photos from last Friday's get together at Marie's. I'm so happy I was able to take Dennis out at least ONCE during his stay, after totally entertaining me in Shanghai.
I have to go study and research now.

And it's a wrap!

Co-actor on a nicotine breakA car scene with cinematographer and director Essa with the earphonesThe scene that took a really long time
Fin

She could be me

She's Susanne. She's German. She's indie. She performs topless.
I love that she's a fucking weirdo. I love that she knows it. I love that she doesn't give a fuck and just does whatever the fuck she pleases. I am presently absorbed in her music. Another insanely exceptional person to look up to on this oh-so depressing day.

Step-by-Step

Silver Lens Gallery -- the space going to be utilized for 'Waiting for the Skies to Fail' show.Inside the curators' office -- such an amazing experience of being surrounded by stashed art and art books; it sent chills down my spine.Current Exhibit of JJ Villamarin, 'Home is where the Art is', had this cluttered disorganized feel, which perhaps could be paralleled with her notion of 'home', however I felt as though I was entering her studio and not her exhibit. There were way too many pieces to appreciate.She even had room for visitors to make their own collage, which was a cool idea --but again, a little too much.
300. 300. 300. Raised the bar for graphic and visual arts, fight choreography, and special effects. Tyler Bates' music fit perfectly. O.M.G. That has got to be the best movie I have seen in a fucking long time.
I'm not very fond of rap and r&b so obviously, I don't know their songs, moreso the artists but geez, even a nut like me knows who fucking CHRIS BROWN IS. C'mon. And guess what he's pimping in in VH1, TRU YOUTH!!!(Check my links if you want to order and or drop a message)
Before I spend the rest of the day doing this, I gotta sign out.