Thursday, October 28, 2004
Art Rediscovery Workshop
The first day, for me, was already not good (sorry). There was no program, or if there was, I don't think it was followed. The participants, particularly those who were more than responsive, couldn't seem to control themselves. It sometimes resulted to a cycle of the same questions and answers! Luckily, as said earlier, everything was free and snacks were served: pansit and sandwich for the first half and another pansit and sandwich for the second half.
Day 2. We were told from the start that we'd be making our own concept in writing (oops! I forgot the term hehe) before sketching or painting, whatever. But the discussions and sharing of heartbreaking art experiences were unending it was given as an assignment. Somebody started that everyone should have the chance to share and obviously, I didn't like that. I was lucky it stopped with Amras. Sadly, I'd have to start the next day. makalagot! The snacks by the way were another set of pansit and sandwich.
Day 3. I was late haha! My ... started that morning and... Anyway, I was late period. I hoped I was too late for the snack, and I was! But Pachi, who was also late, gladly served me another plate of pansit (English term pls.) and sandwich. I could not take another bite of it so I set it aside. Eventually, when the workshop resumed, they remembered who'd be the next speaker -- me. I made my speech short, I'm master of that! After everyone has spoken, lunch break at 2 p.m. I didn't return for the last session to attend my cousin's, uncle's and late grandpa's birthday party. Relief. I have learned a lot about art, though. One is that my art is called 'cutism.' (?? hahaha)
Thursday, October 14, 2004
Space Man Spiff
Sunday, October 10, 2004
101
I just read my friend Joycie's 101 entry and yes I would surely do more of what I want. And I'm too excited for that... But anyway, for that to happen, first I have to stop being an owl and be awake when I'm supposed to be awake. Like now, the day was almost over when mine was just about to start. Then I'll do one or two things and be a couch potato for the rest of the night. What could be more unproductive? I want to do something more. I need to be a daytime person... who loves staying up late at night? Or not too late at night. That would be better. For sure, my mother wouldn't have to complain about me looking pale.
What keeps me busy after having to deal with my past obsession (which was, fortunately for my siblings slash co-workers at home, pulling out weeds all day at my backyard)? Finding a job. Now I can look for a job without having to explain why I'm not a graduate. Finally.