Sunday, September 17, 2006

Buknoy's World of Illusions..


So interesting is the power of the brain that what we see sometimes is not real and what we believe to be real is just an illusion. I decided to find some optical illusions for you to mess with your eyes and mind.
Here are some of them.




can you find the face in the beans?









This one is not directly an optical illusion but blurring your vision takes away the full details of the image making another form. Did you try it?








This one was said to have offended some Christians when it was published in the dailies. I had a hard time looking for this picture since I got a glimpse of it in one of blogs that I've seen. The shot wasn't intended to look like that but the keen observers and those who hate the pope may have noticed it had caused the clamor. It was just the collar so don't take it seriously.







If you look at the image below you will see falling leaves. You will not immediately see where or what the other image is. But if I tell you that there is naked girl lying there you'll have an easy time seeing it. Can you see her now?



A Letter From Neverland




9th of September, 2000 AD


Dear Wendy,

I wish you were here with me. I would like you to see me in the romantic part of Neverland. Though I know that when you’re here I will forget about everything. I will hesitate to go to every adventure and I wont be able to lay the best funny plan to fool the pirates. I don’t want to miss everything when we’re together.

Folks are all here. I’m sure they’re looking for me. They don't even think I’m here. However, I can’t visit London because they need me here, I always am. It has been quite a while when I’ve seen London. I don’t know if I can find my way back there.

I can still remember when I first saw you. You were so young then. You were so beautiful and gets more beautiful as you grow. From that time I decided I would always come for you and cherish every moment that we’re together. I will take you to Neverland, play with me and fly among those magnificent flowers and creatures that we can see. In a short time, you inspired me. Even during this time I reminisce those moments and couldn’t understand what I really feel. But that strange feeling, stranger than everything I felt in my most adventurous journey, made me feel I’m always with you no matter how far you are to me.

This is where I envy all of you who grow old. When time comes that you grow to be the prettiest lady in London or in all of the worlds, I’m still a boy like your brothers. I couldn’t shake off the thoughts that we’re bounded by a difference that cannot be changed. A mystery that has brought this eternal loneliness in me. I’m sure you know it, too, or if not, I feel it. This loneliness sometimes makes it hard for me to fly.

I know there will come a time when you’ll find someone who will love you and take care of you for the rest of your life. What could be happier than seeing the person who mean so much grow old with you? This thought makes me cry hiding under a giant mushroom head. Anyone who will see me cry would laugh because it looks so funny. But to me, it is death.

Sometimes I just want to fly up high aimlessly and let myself collide with anything on my way that could destroy the legend, that is Me. Sometimes I want to take you away, far from earth or Neverland, and come to a place where everything is different—where we can be together, forever.

But I am Peter Pan and I’m not a love story. I am a funny and ageless hero in every child’s book. This is a mistake! I’m not suppose to be sad because I am Peter Pan. It's ridiculous! But it’s love and I accept its own mysterious ways. I just hope you understand and I wish you know. Remember that star in the night sky.
It's me,
Peter

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Isang Hatinggabi

11:37 pm. Hindi tumitigil ang ulan. Kapapanood ko lang ng pirated cd ng x-men 3. Katatapos ko lang din kumain ng adobong baboy na natira pa nung isang araw.
Nakabukas ang TV at palabas ang english TV series tungkol sa propessional spies. Tanging ang series lang na ito ang napapanood ko ng paulit-ulit sa kahit anong oras.Halos kabisado ko na eksena na ang salita ay isinalin sa koreano (para maintindihan ng mga korean audience sa kabila ng di nila pagsasalin ng conversation ng mga tauhan. siguro ay di na nakayanan ng mga koreano ang mabilisang ingles). Paulit ulit ang mga napapanood ko dahil deactivated na ang satellite cable service ng dating may-ari ng TV ko. Na-adik na siya sa chat sa internet kaya't ibinigay sa akin ang TV kapalit ng anim na bote ng sojo ( ito ang korean version ng gin). Dalawang bote palang ang naibibigay ko.
Nakatingin din ako ngayon sa una at huling record ng pag akyat namin sa Mt. Maculot sa Batangas kasama ang dalawang kaklase nung hayskul at kasintahan ng isa pa na di ko yata natanong kung ano pangalan. Siguro dahil sa kawalan ng magandang pakiramdam at kapaguran, ito lamang ang naisulat ko:

Mt. Maculot, Batangas
2:42 PM
ETD
- PAGOD!
Pundi ang flourescent lamp at study lamp lang tanglaw ko sa kwarto.Nasa field trip din yata ang mga tropa ng lamok na gabi-gabing nagpapasasa sa malabnaw na dugo ko. Wala kayang koneksyon ang pink na study lamp dun?Ngayon ko lang napansin na pink din pala ang kumot na pang winter ko pati ang isa pang kumot na ginagamit kong kobre kama.Gusto ko pa sanang magsulat ng makabuluhan at masasayang bagay subalit parang sumabay sa mga nagbakasyong lamok ang pagkakaisa ng isip ko. Tuloy, ito lang ang natira at lahat naisinga ko.