day out with carel

winter sun is rising, it was 9 am yet the glow barely begun

as the sun continue to rise, the sunlight floods the landscape, giving it a nice warm color

towards mid day the little frost covering the plants start to melt then evaporate, parts of the plants facing east start to show its true color and parts facing west still stubbornly hold on to their icy cover

symbolic gesture

putting every single fabric in sight into the washing machine

mopping the floor over and over again

rearranging the furniture

as if I am doing the same with my life.

clean.repair.rebuild

maintenance

juggle it, clown.

It was one of those days

nearly mundane, hardly routine

after such productive week (and weekend)

pages of writing, hours of brainstorms and floods of inspiration

exhaustion kicked in

leave the bed when the skies barely turn lighter shades of blue and grey

come home after dark

staring at the mess in the room

piles of dirty (and clean) clothes I can't seems to tell the difference

uncooked dinner

cold air

huffftt..

tons of emails and text messages

indicating the tasks I am yet to get through

can I do this?

responsibilities, expectations

sigh

inhaling the warmth from a cup of tea

i want to feel home

i want to be capable to juggle this life

i want to cope with the responsibilities

and rise up to the expectations

i want to be in control, again

the thoughts of warm moist salty air of home

the friendly temperature of the ocean

the blue pounding waves

home.

and you.

and choices I have to make

and I juggle, like a clown

lego juggling clown image was taken from here

self-potrait

I signed up for 365 project

this self-imposed challenge will require me to take at least one photo each day for a year

its a training for commitment and consistency

yeah, commitment and consistency

exercising my photographic curiosity

creativity is like a muscle -- it can be built, strengthened and made flexible through use

-Jim Krause

check out my progress here

first publication

After one good year of writing, revising, editing, addressing reviewer comment, back on revising, yet another editing phase, topped with "oh what the fuck i dont care anymore" followed by "ok lets finish this bullshit" and all the rubbish that comes along with it. Finally, first publication.

The title sounds cocky, boring and inconclusive but its the world of academic, you know. Being in ivory tower, observe the shit down below and think "oh I am so smart I am gonna tell you what to do just check what I write, oh no sorry I am not involved I am unbiased academic YOU KNOW". --Yeah sorry I am being a jerk--

Anyway, now I added one-too-many to that enormous pile of paper published in scientific journal with chances only a handful of people would read - hopefully will got as far as the abstract.

Nevertheless, I think its an achievement on its own right. Regardless of how superficial or useless it is. Acknowledging its a small journals, not Nature or Science but Annals of Tropical Research (did you say anal?). Ah well. Good journals, bad journals. I published one!

THATS WHATS UP YO!

aforementioned article downloadable here

disclaimer:

irrelevant picture belong to a friend. I just have to upload it together, although that one writing have another story altogether.