IF I FIND YOU SUBMERGED IN MY INTROSPECTION, IT'S BECAUSE I AM ONE WHO OVERFLOWS WITH IT. MY EXISTENCE IS CAPTIONED BY THIS PREDICAMENT OF A LIFE LARGER THAN THE MARGINS PLACED AROUND ITS EDGES.
MY BITTERSWEET STATEMENTS IN SUPPORT OF THE FREEDOM TO EXPRESS..
I sneer at people who can throw invectives at others without knowing where they are insufficient... Those who rage in anger over things they never understood - like how two strangers connect without spending time to talk..Or why it seemed like they have known each other before?... In the paradigm of sacrifice, I am the one that always needed something to believe in, in all the aspects of my life. To live, to protect my children, to love and fight for others and everything that matters to my existence. I learned, slowly, in the length of time too stretched and far away that hope the same as love is the simplest of word we can think of and give. And ironically, the hardest to get in this world where deceit and betrayal can sometimes disguise themselves as over-bearing. The purity of heart will always remain the wall that shields us. It's certitude.
♥ON BOOK POWER!♥
I love books, I treasure them like my life. I spend thousands of minutes in Powerbooks - reading from prologues to epilogues before paying for them. And it's one freaking habit I carried on to ppl close to me - they're adddicted to it! .
♥MY TAKE ON KIDLAT TAHIMIK AND HIS SUNFLOWER HOUSE!♥
Truthfully,I would celebrate each day I get the chance to meet people who think this way. Kindred ideas of equal mindset... People who idolise Sun Tzu's The Art of War and Coelho's Warrior of the Light...People who can relish every second of conversation with Eric De Guia as he talks about the planks of woods he used to build his atelier on Session Rd..And how art is desecrated by wannabe's.
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♥ON THE SWIFT PASSING OF TIME...♥
Youth is fleeing, temporary. In this life, family & friendships are like the air that I breathe. I feel if you let go of those, just like your youth, everythin will be BLAH. We should keep them - like how you imagine a child holding tightly a lollipop in his hand..
♥WHAT ABOUT THE PALM READER?♥
An old soul, so said by a palm reader. One blink of my eyes would mean a thousand ideas conceived and processed... Do you know what constitutes the basic idea of being a woman of substance? When intelligent conversation matters more than sex itself.. I am starting to patronize that...How many reincarnations ive transcended? Caffeine-freak. Walk into my skin... Soulful.Ethereal.
skin by unriven
inspired by threadless
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6.27.2004
THIS IS HOW THE HORIZON YOU PAINTED FOR ME LOOKS LIKE SO I'D NOT FLUNK MY COLOR COMPOSITION CLASS!



It's just a passing thought..I kinda remembered the good times I had with my friends back in college. I went to an Art School for 1 and a half sem. Of course it's a prerequisite that you can draw and paint. During my entrance exam, I brought my friend to do the still-life painting of a glass on top of a table. I sneaked my sketch pad outside so Conch, my friend, could do it...Hahaha. I was accepted.

It didn't end there. When prelims came, it was Ronald who always did my plates for me! Damn, slacker!!! I'd let them do it in exchange of book reports. That has always been an ex-deal for us.
I wasn't really an artist. It was only a period of a career crisis when I was contemplating on what really was it that I wanted to pursue. I had to leave school and forget journalism for a while. In Fine Arts, you can't survive if you're just an individual pretending to be one of them in the league. Goddamn fucking pretender! Hehehe.
In the long run, you'll realise you're a nobody in the ocean of such great talents and you'll see yourself stuck in the vortex with nothing and your friends would laugh at you. You'll be in a nude painting class and you couldn't even sketch the outline of the woman's breast...What more to do justice to it by putting the perfect lighting perspective by the power of your bare hand and charcoal pencil? Nah..I couldn't do it...The cliche went on with its redundant connotation : When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Hell, didn't I??? I did as I should. But it was still a death-stricken metaphor that I burned eyebrows and ashes just to learn perfect Italian - yet, my tongue still kept on reverting to my own native language, cuz learning Italian wasn't really my passion...Exactly the whole rationale behind it. You can't ever be who you want to be only because you wanna be in the mainstream. Just be yourself and flourish your own innate talent.Whew.
Was I lucky to have Bambam, Aidward, Xana, Ronald, etc...
I owed to them my survival in that world where creativity is the air that you can only breathe.

Above is the painting of the horizon which became my ticket in passing Mr. Miaga's art class. Done by my friend Ronald. ^~^ I'll never forget that stormy evening when you did that.

At the end of it all, I opted to marry a genuine artist. While I continued to nourish what God gave me.^~^
1 -BRAVED THRU IT TO ARTICULATE!