Thursday, February 24

Meant to be rewritten...

Today, my novels got deleted.
Mom told me to burn all my data in a cd. I didn't think the other computer too becuase she kept pointing at the computer in the sala. When I came home, she sdaid both computers are wiped clean.

Quod fuit est sicut quod erit Et quod erit est sicut quod fuit Quod fuit ad perpetranda Miracula

Latin: As it was because it was written. It is perpetual. The Miracle of Eternity -Cirque du Soleil

It was meant to be, I guess. I was thinking of rewritting it. It needed something else. It feels different to think things again the second time around. Things go in a spiral. You repeat them in a different way. A better way, I hope.

Wednesday, February 23

Of the Grail and the Templars and the True Discovery of America

The Sword and the Grail

There’s a book called The Sword and the Grail by Andrew Sinclair published in 1992. The school bought two copies in 7-5-04. Up to this day, I am the only person borrow one of the books. I borrowed it the forth time now. The book never ceases to amaze me.
When you read it, it’s like a history book. Nothing so special and nothing too intriguing. It’s states the facts like all other textbooks. Andrew Sinclair is a history writer so it is very understandable how he writes. This book, he says, is a more personal book because it talks about his ancestor’s life and interweaves them in History.

The Sinclairs, know as Saint Clair were knighted to be keepers of Holy items such as relics, pieces of the true cross and the holy rood (now taken by England. Yung hawak na bola ni Santo Niño na may cross sa tuktok.) Siant Clair or Sancto Claros means Holy light. They were granted lands of Shetland, Orkney (Orkadia) and Rosslin which they took residence and built Rosslyn Castle. Below, the Third Rosslyn Lord set the famous Rosslyn Chapel in which mysteries and secrets were engraved.
Rosslyn means Bloodline. The chapel is patterned after Sacred Geometry and the temple of Solomon. There are many carvings inside the chapel. Most of them are a combination of Christian, Masons, Jew, Pagan and Templar symbols. This so baffles people a lot. (Go search about Rosslyn Chapel and you’ll see what I mean!)

The St. Clair’s were a prominent family protecting Scotland from England. They border Edinburgh. Also they act as ambassadors to Norway and Scotland. One Great St. Clair was Sir Henry the Navigator. You must know of him in History books. I never knew he was a saint Clair until I read this book. It was said that he used Arab seafaring techniques to navigate his way around the world. With the use of the Zeno narratives and the Zeno map, he and the Zeno brothers discovered America a century before Columbus. But we all know nauna and mga intsik. They interacted with the natives and brought back corn.

1307 was the fall of the Templar knight. Phlip le Bel was king of France. He connived with the papacy and sent the Templars to their fall. They were blamed for the loss of the Holy Land in the crusade. It was because of greed and pride. The templars held 9,000 manors across Europe. All the possessions of the Templar knights were owned as a collective. They were the bankers of the time. Loots from Jerusalem and the Temple of Solomon were in the Templar’s keeping. This included the cup of Christ, secret documents, unpublished gospels, original gospel scripts, the said Mandylion (Either the shroud or the face towel that Veronica wiped on Jesus’ face) and more. They were so prestigious that even kings bow to their will. Only the pope and the grand mater were the ones who controlled the knights.
So 1307, blasphemous and destructive lies were accused of the Templars. They were said to worship Bapometh and the Devil. They were accused of Homosexuality and other sexual acts. 600 of 3000 knight were tortured to death until they admitted the nonsense.
Jacques de Molay has heard about the mass arrest days before so he took with his trusted knights and entrusted all the treasures of the Templars. The treasures and documents were never seen again. Jacques de Molay was burned alive in front of Notre Dame.

The Templar treasures were said to have been divided and sent all over the world. Some have been entrusted to the St. Clair’s.

The St. Clair’s were protected by Norway and Scotland. Their supporters hid some of the templar knights. Six of the Rosslyn lords became grand masters of the Templar even as the order was destroyed. In time, they blended and hid in Masons.

Until this day, nobody had unearthed or dared to unearth the vaults lying beneath the chapel. The secrets of the Templars has remained a mystery. The holy grail that was part of the treasures of the Templars went with it as well.
Again another book that excite the mind, another book that entices me to go further reading. I highly suggest this book to read. It open minds to look past what really happened in textbooks.

In the middle was her...

The Middle Child of Rome

In the middle of the street was a middle-sized house. It was a bricked house with two floors. Each child had their own room and one room for the couple. Their floorings were marble with a wooden ceiling. The grand clock hung adjacent to the calendar in the dining room. The living room has a small piano and the computer with the other furniture.
In the middle-sized house was a middle class family. The family of seven members composed of the mother, the father, four girls in order and lastly the boy.
The eldest, Ria, is in Japan. She was described as a genius. She was always good in science, math and English. Invention and innovation was her ultimate goal.
The second was Marie. Marie is interested in playing with instruments. She loved music but could never really sing a note well. After schools, she rarely goes home at once. A trip to the mall or the theater was a daily routine.
Jade or Pimples was the youngest girl. She was always imitating her sisters or people in school. Jade was not as precious as she seems. She always had tantrum attacks. There never failed a day without one. Nothing can stop her rebellious attitude.
Pat was the youngest. His name had French origins. He studies at Master’s Academy for the Special Children. He was quiet… special. Pat had some troubles somewhere along the way when he was still a baby resulting in the fear of spelling words and taking a bath. That didn’t stop him from being normal. Pat still did the normal things like play an instrument or go swimming. The most normal and typical thing about his was that he loved to play video games and loves to eat chips while watching cartoons. Pat had two fears though. He feared other girls aside from his family. He also feared taking a bath.
Lets not forget the main character. In the middle was the middle child. Unlike her siblings, she did not know how to play any instrument. Maita loved to paint and draw. She sews, cooks and bakes. If a day was tiring and down, she vigorously scrubs the bathroom and takes a bath. It was one of the unusual habits nobody knew about.
Maita was the one always apart or between her siblings. She’s mostly doing things herself but at times served as the bridge between the two eldest and the two youngest.
The middle child of Rome was Maita and she was very different or very much all of her siblings. There were times she was good at everything then times she was not good at everything at all. She was always called the unique sunshine.
Maita could be a combination of her sister at times because she loved cartoons like the younger ones and loved broadways and classics like the older ones. She blended well in what they wore. She blended well in their conversations. All in all, the five belonged together and they looked like pieces of the set with her in the middle.
Her mother says she is lucky to be the inbetweener. She’s more flexible and tolerable this way.

As I examine myself, I am quite flexible. I have done a lot of things not everyone my age could do. I am me because I chose to be. I took every opportunity that I see comes. My ambitions are set high because I know I can achieve more that I could possibly think.

Wednesday, February 16

Meows of Joys


I've alwasy taken a fascination to cats. I love kittens. I baby tlak to then. At times, I can understand cats but they don't always understand me. Or they just don't want todo waht I want them to do.
Psychology of Cats:
They are very superior creatures or they think they are. If you think they're dumb, dont! They are hihgly intellectual and are just lazy and playful because they know humans please them so. Egyptians worship them.
If dogs please their masters, cats think they are masters of man. Man feeds dogs showing they are masters but feeding a cat means you are bowing tot he cat's will.
Yesterday, little Catty Wampus brought 5 little angels to the world. They are so cut and I finally realize who the father was. It was this stray cat who I threw a stone at. It was the gray and white cat.
5 little kittys! Can you belive it! 5 adorable kittens...

Sunday, February 6

Wizardry in the Heart

Here are some things I got from books I read recently. It's from Diane Duane's two books. "So You Want to be a Wizard" and "Deep Wizardry".
I feel the two books are thought provoking and have a lot of lessons to draw from. Although mom thinks reading these two books are not such a good idea. She thinks they have too different ideas from her Christina belief but I have such an open and hungry mind. Learning what other people think makes me want to learn even more.
I need to learn. I want to read.
Diane Duane's stories are a collection of five books in sequel. It's about children choosing to be wizards and non-wizards can't understand their passion. There are Powers that created Life, death and everything else. Sinc eht Lone Power(satan) introduced Death to the universe, the universe will innevitably die. It is the job of everyone to slow it down and fight the bad forces from taking over. Parang angels ang labas.
Here are some things for the heart.
“…there are no prizes for the service of Life—except life itself.”
“Sweetheart, if you’re in this world for comfort, you’ve come to the wrong place… whether you’re a wizard or just plain mortal. And if you’re doing what you’re doing because of the way other people will feel about it - you’re definitely in the wrong business. What you do has to done because of how you’ll feel about you.”

“There are no rewards… if only because no matter what you do, no one will ever think the things about you that you want them to think.”
“What in life doesn’t? Even love hurt sometimes.”
“To sacrifice love for life… instead of.”

“What’s loved, survives.”
“Magic does not live in the unwilling soul.”
“…you should know how terrible a power belief is, especially in the wrong hands…”
“Believe something and the universe is on its way to being changed. Because you’ve changed, by believing.”
“There are no accidents.”


Where do I get inspiration?

Since childhood, I’ve always found inspiration from illustrations of other artists. My first inspiration for clothing illustration was Barbie coloring books. Then after that, Sailor Moon. Stationeries were my favorite inspirations too.
Anything I can try to copy, I get inspiration. Of course I can never really copy, I just try to replicate the style and somehow incorporate it to my style. Certain design details in other artists’ work inspire me to take a detail of one and incorporate it to another.
Since other people’s illustrations are accepted by society, I tend to try to incorporate their styles, figures, and details into my illustration and hopefully try to fit in the standards.

Another source of inspiration is Mother Nature. I like to draw Mother Nature in ways I can think of. Dress made of flowers and fruits, wings like fairies, ears like butterfly wings and hair like the sea are my usual depictions. This, of course, is only for art’s sake. The clothing for my Mother Nature Collection can never really become dresses.

In drawing models or just plain garments, I don’t only get inspired to make an illustration of the clothed. Another source of my inspiration is where I get my model because the model in my illustration are the ones that gives my design personality.
I remember the time I didn’t make comics so much and never thought to use my characters as models. I made illustrations with blank faces and fashion was anything goes. All inspiration came from cartoons and coloring books. All designs were modified of other designs and variated to different colors and length.
I derive my models from my imaginary characters. I like to write and draw stories. Before my novel-writing craze, I use to draw simple comics. Each character in my story has their own identity and clothing taste. Examples of my old stories were: Adriana Jones (My female version of Indiana Jones) is sporty and all her fashion is related to cave exploring. Her style is mainly like Lara Croft with flowy overcoats and utility bags. Jewel is my Alien character who is a queen of a far away galaxy. Her fashion is weird, with gravity defying details, jewel-filled crowns and royal space outfits.
Now that I’ve grown up and threw all my comics into the bin (stories remained in my head), I made novels and most stories are still in my head. My novels are not yet complete but the characters are all formed. My favorite character to dress up is Dora. She is a full-bodied female whose fashion had to evolve from drab to Diva. Libra is my sophisticated chick who always dresses short to show-off her legs. Her outfits may be short and tight but it has to be movable because she uses martial arts of bad guys a lot.
To be inspired, I pick a part of the story and pick a character. The wearer and the occasion will determine the clothes. Example, Libra would wear something black and elegant for a diplomat’s ball. I picture the model moving to the dress and different characters noticing their ensemble. The mood of the story affects my colors so a fight scene makes me use gray, black and blue a lot.
This is an essya I made for Mr. Aman's class. hehehehe

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