I got you at the palm of my hand.

An Anti-Christ couple had a son. They never mentioned God to their Son. One day, the couple was killed in front of the child.

Their neighbor adopted the child and enrolled him in a christian school.

They told the teacher that the boy didn’t know anything about God.

During class,the teacher showed a picture of Jesus and asked:

” Who among you know this man? “

The child raised his hand, the teacher was shocked and called the child. The child answered:

 ”“He was the Man holding me tight when my parents died…

HI Jem! Thanks for sharing this to me. Medyo matagal na un.. naalala ko lng.hehe =)

From: Nica Ginez’s Facebook note.

Relief.

Listen to yourself. 

It's like listening to life in its most quiet and peaceful state. 

Silence is feeling your heart beat in the midst of the sound and touch of nature. 

It pulls you away from the place where you are situated; listen and close your eyes.

You feel yourself free with the cold breeze and soft soil. 

It makes you feel happy and your mind... emptied from all the troubles. 

Then you open your eyes, and smile to your heart's content. 

http://browse.deviantart.com/?qh=&section=&q=Meditation#/d1agowa

Doll Eyes: An Art Studies Paper

There is an annual activity sponsored by the CANVAS or Center for Art, New Ventures and Sustainable Development, for a children’s book competition. The Romeo Forbes Children’s Book Initiative calls for these kinds of programs for children’s stories. From one reliable source, http://manilaartblogger.wordpress.com/2010/12/13/joy-mallari-illustrates-doll-eyes/, it says that CANVAS publishes the winning manuscript as a full-color hardbound volume, fully illustrated by the selected visual artist. These artists would cautiously render the story line taken from the published manuscripts and exhibit their artworks with the launching of the book itself.


At present the manuscript that is being displayed at the UP Vargas Museum is Eline Santos’s winning entry in 2008 entitled Doll Eyes. The illustrations on the other hand were painted by Joy Mallari. They portray the story of a little girl and her search for her best friend in mystical Quiapo. The artist made use of acrylic as her medium. However, if you could notice in the gallery where the artist’s paintings were exhibited, she also included her extra works; such are photographs of the little girls and the World War II era. Also she took and displayed a couple chapters from Alice in Wonderland.


If you take a look at the picture situated at the top of this paper you could see the play with Anthropometrics done by the artist. If you contrast it with a proportional human body it would be a lot different. The head is so big, that it gave more emphasis on the bigness of the eyes of the little girl. The nose is too long and the lips are too small. The neck on the other hand is too stretched. But if you look at the whole picture closely, all the other body parts move directly into emphasizing the eyes. If you apply the grid in photography, it’s clear that the centrepiece of the painting isn’t the face rather it’s the eyes. The innocence gives off the impression of one type of doll – Bratz. Its huge and perfect round shape portrays the helpless personality of a child. Going back to the story line, this little girl is in search for her best friend in a big and crowded city. Helpless enough to be on her own in that kind of location is clearly seen in the way the artist had portrayed his paintings. They seem to interest me in such a way that you couldn’t really distinguish what are the things behind the eyes. What things are running through the mind of the child; and I must say that in reality, movements of children could become really unpredictable. Moving out of the figure, you could see that there are a couple of bubbles around the child. And inside these bubbles are other human figures. They seem to be whispering to the child. More likely, by just looking at the actions of these adult figures portray the influential capabilities of older people on the mind of a child. Such influences could be on a child’s decision, or it could be her fears of being away from her elders because of their influential wordy reminders. The painting is indeed realistic not in the sense of how the characters were drawn/painted, rather on the actions and the look of the figures itself.


In conclusion, this painting could portray confusion to act and fear of act; and one main factor that led to this feeling that I have for the work is its light contrast and brightness. It is dim, and the colors used by the artist are dull colors. The play with the light was perfectly done though. A state of confusion and fear of act is being experienced by the subject in the painting; in doubt of how to search for her best friend in a congested metropolis.

Cold January Air.

It's been a cold weather in the Philippines for the past few weeks. Unusual as it seems to experience this kind of atmosphere in Manila, as to the unusualness of being under a thick blanket every night while sleeping. My fingers and feet feels so chilly that I could wear thick socks. But a weather like this is what I've been wanting for the past months. A weather that isn't hot and rainy. Though the sun rises clearly in the morning, the wintry weather (without the snow) is always there.


As I was doing my homeworks today, I could hear the blowing wind outside the house. It wasn't even a sunny day today, nor was it a rainy. It would be best if this was the kind of weather we always had in the Philippines. I've always loved the sweet smell of the dew. I couldn't explain any further how much I love the cold January air.

Strummed Again.

I'm glad I spared a bit of my time to play the guitar again, despite all the heavy work load. It felt real good to do something you usually did before. For straight three months without play. I missed the pain that you feel when your fingers are pressed on the strings. I missed the sound and music while playing. I guess, I've been missing a lot of things lately. It just feels great to be reunited with good, old hobbies. :)

The Morning Breeze Reminds Me of Home.

It's a beautiful Sunday morning, and here I am in front of my laptop writing another blog. It's my first time to do something like this, but I find it of great help to relax my mind before I do anything else that's stressful. It's a bit breezy outside, the wind keeps on blowing through the trees and into my window. I have to admit, it is one of the days here in Manila that you experience such clean atmosphere.

A block away from the apartment compound, you can hear the drums beating . I have no idea what's happening but listening to it closely, seems as if it's coming nearer and nearer, the louder it gets. It's early in the morning and the road is a busy place already. Meanwhile inside my little apartment, the lights are still turned off. And the only sound I could place from within is the music playing from my laptop, which I alone could hear.

The drum sounds are starting to fade away. I guess they're no headed off to the high way. 

I don't bother standing up and to check what's going on out there. It's just something about being in your bed that makes you want to stay and not move. Have you ever experienced the feeling of arriving home from school or work and you happen to lie down on your bed, then you no longer want to stand up again? I find that feeling funny; because of the need to do school work or your priorities, you'd rather sleep. And the next thing you know is that you're dreaming already. 

Today is going to be a very long and tiring day for me. Plates again! We're suppose to renovate and design the bathroom in our house. But I've got my schemes already. Today I'll be busy working on my floor plans, sections and perspective. Anyhow, I foresee that it will be fun. :) Working early in the morning is a good exercise for the brain. And writing this blog is just one way of warming up my mind to be awake. It's because there are times when you feel drowsy and you're still lying on your bed, the more you get motivated not to move, especially in a weather like this. 

The drum sounds are gone now, it's 10:58 in the morning, and I'm listening to the song, Breakeven by the Script. The mellow song makes me think of my home in the province, Cagayan de Oro City, where every morning you really smell the sweet fragrance of the trees and the rice field across our home; the birds tweeting on our mango tree and the cock-a-doodle-doo sound of the roosters of our neighbor. Being away from home is not that difficult for me anymore. I remember my first few weeks here in Manila, I was crying to myself softly every night in bed, so that my older sister wouldn't hear me -- and make fun of me! But being miles away takes some getting used to. And it wouldn't be that hard to adjust once you've met new and fun people, who'd make you feel comfortable.

I feel better and so much awake now. Signing out and I'll be off to work. 

I love them.

It's been 10 months since I've left high school. The best four years in your life and maybe the rebellious too. Well, that's what they say. I have to agree that it's been the time of my life where I found real friends. But the time seemed to pass by so fast, that you wouldn't even notice until you are wearing a toga. But that's how fast we were able to build this wonderful friendship.


College is different now. We go to different schools, see each other less; but no great distance could disconnect the friendship built, unconsciously, during the four, fun high school years. They've been one of the greatest people. Or maybe, the CRAZIEST! but I still love them! It's their and my crazy-ness that continues to make us super friends.


I have no idea why I'm writing such blog though. Maybe because I just miss them and their adorable personalities.


Two far different persons. But that's what make them loved to me. Because they're different. Different from anyone and from each other. That's what make them special. They are just best in their own ways. And where ever I may go someday, I know I'd meet other great people. But no one else could go above their greatness.

Ancient Hats and Polka dots.

Projects have been taking over my time lately

The saddest thing you could ever experience in a month is being stuck at home for three straight weekends. Well, there's really nothing bad about staying at home, but the fact that doing the same homeworks everyday could kill you and turn you into a zombie.


Plates -- yeah, that's what our homework is called in the College of Architecture. Plates. Plates. Plates. Every night. Every weekend. Can you imagine weeks of not being able to go out and just have -- fun? I do go out but there's only been one place. National Bookstore. Buy materials for Plates. It's been a stressful month for me so far. But then you learn how to keep up with your time. I haven't been going online a lot than I used to. It's a great improvement! Though my eye-bags are blackening because of sleeping early in the morning at around 3am or the latest at 4am, it's been fun doing all these stuff. Plates before, during the first semester of my first year, were not that tiring to do than I could imagine it now. Frankly, our plates for the second semester is quite going into the field of Architecture already. "Into the basics." We do house models, twice as many floor plans we did during the past semester, more perspective drawings (which, I would admit, is my favorite of all sorts of plates) and other artsy aspects of Architecture.


It's been a lot of fun, disappointing, stressful time with my course. Honestly, I'm going through a "love-hate" relationship with it. But one of my professors said that it's normal to experience this with Architecture. Time will pass by when it will fully accept you. It's now 1:30am. I guess this would be the earliest sleeping time I could ever have for this week. :) But hey, I've been having lots of 2-hour afternoon naps -- before doing my plates. :)