Aurum Est Potestas

Meet Artemis Fowl, criminal Mastermind since age twelve. What do you do when you have the highest IQ recorded in all Europe. This Irlandskii boy has many enemies on his tail. Also, loyal friends.

But who is Artemis Fowl?

Gold is power. That's the family motto he abides by. For generations now, the Fowls have been involved in illegal dealings though none proven. Our young Artemis Fowl II is not about to break family taditions. Not even after his father, Artemis Fowl Senior, vows a straight life for him and his family.

Not Artemis. The more dangerous the escapade, the more he feels up to the challenge.

He has 12 patented chess moves. He forged and auction a Van Gogh, Diary of Leonardo Da Vinci and others. What else can a genius do? Oh yeah! Write a psychology book.

He calls himself Artemis the hunter, after the Greek goddess of hunting. once in a while, as he claims, a mortal is fit enough to bear the name of Artemis and that, my dear friends, is our young Master Fowl. He hunsts for thrill and possible victims.

Gold is power and power is what he looks for. Not to mention every time he blackmails, he gets gold in ransom. That's our young Artemis Fowl.

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Read more about him on my book reviews:

http://mermaidarium.blogs.friendster.com/ictus/

Analysis of Two Plays

Two plays, a tragedy for Friday and a comedy for Sunday.

What are these play? For Friday, R'Meo luvs Dew-Lhiet. Its a Jologs adaptation of Romeo and Juliet. The other for Sunday is The Taming of the Shrew.

The later play was in CCP. They tried to Tagalize and adapt the story to the indifent area of the Philippines. I can quite say it is very adaptable and we all can relate from time to time. It poses universal problems of unacceptance and discrimination.

The Taming of the Shrew is played at Onstage Greenbelt. It is performed as if Shakespeare himslef directed it. English, Shakespearean English and the whole costumes and stuff. It is a wishful thinking of man about the quality of woman they want to marry.

From the venue when the plays are set, we get an idea of the audience and the kind of play it is. Nothing against its quality, both has exhibited the right acting and the flawless memoried speeches. I guess I can say, I just wasn't the audience of the first play. I didn't appreaciate it so much. The only reason I paid for the ticket and watched because it was a requirement. You see my preference in more on the classics and traditional matters. It was not based on theme though. I do feel Taming of the Shrew is Chauvinistic. Something I'm against. It is all on the taste. Threater does excite me. Taming of the Shrew, Evita and all those Trumpet musicals. It's not that my taste is foreign. It just achieved its international standards.

Bringing it to the Present

Today's new ideas are yesterdays original ideas being modernized. Yes. They are all bieng reinvented today. We weave elements of the past and present into one up-to-date story.

Why do we bring these ideas to the present? Is it to bastardize it? Maybe just because we really don't have new ideas anymore?

Perhaps it really is just the fad.

Things, places, ideas and even people. If they don't change, they disappear. stagnation, as people say, is detrimental. We have to change. But that change has to be for the better.

Bringing past to present isn't just some wicked idea to mould without cause. Tey has to be a definite cause and certain influences why it is so. A whim of change is just a mere fab to fade soon in oblivion. Concrete ideas, no matter borrowed, can withstand the test of time. True, it may be alterable but it only shows its flexibility.

What is Filipino Fashion?

What makes a fashion Filipino? What sets it apart?

Ja and I browsed through the library and found that there was no definite meaning. Most of the books we found were about Baro’t Saya, Terno and Barong. These are already colonial influences. What is the true meaning of Filipino Fashion?

It dawned to me that Filipino Fashion is something you have to discover for yourself. It depends on each person on what her meaning is. As a Fashion Designer, you have to search inside what is Filipino in you that makes your clothes Filipino too.

Filipino Fashion is the history and identity of a true Filipino interpreted in clothes and accessories. Elements of this fashion dates back from pre-colonial times until the contemporary times.

Elements:
Pre-colonial.

Pre-colonial elements differs slightly from tribe to tribe. This is because each tribe has their own interpretations for each symbol and color.

• Weave: Ikat, Tinalak, Yakan cloth, etc.
• Cuts: bells sleeves, g-strings, tunic shirts, wraps etc.
• tapis, malongs, sarongs
• Beads, heavy in beading and accessories
• Patterns: Scrolling(plants), Geometric, Anthromorphic(human shapes)
• Animistic symbols
• Letters and figures: Sanskrit from Muslim tribes, Alibata, Devanageri, Austronesian.
• Color combinations
• Stones, gold, brass, copper
  

Spanish
Having colonized us for more than three hundred years, they left strong influences imbedded.

• Weave: Jusi, Piña, etc.
• Cuts: Terno, Baro’t Saya, Balntawak, Barong, etc.
• Religious icons
• Embroidery
• Lace, panueallas

Other Influences
Chinese. Because of trade, we acquired elements from Chinese traders bringing us goods and influences.
Colors and

• their meanings: Blue, red and yellow
• Shoes and slippers
• Fans and intricate bags
• Patterns, hand paintings etc.

Western. Brought by American, this is the latest influence that dominates the fashion.

Burry Dreams Broken

Farewell Dreams, we had quite a time
Love inbetween, It has passed.
'Tis was not our faults
Our destination's bound to fail
Forces come to shatter us
And Life has turned her blind eye
Yonder lies your fragment.
Shall I burry in the hopes it may sprout?
Nay, my heart's too heavy.
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Perhaps soon when I sooth
You shall call me,
"Lady Dreamer, come and burry me
That I may start a new
in a sprout of more dreams bring
A new dawn for my lady of the shade."

The Ill-Made Mute, Rag among Rags

An Enchanting Novel By Cecilia Dart-Thornton.

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Mistifying struggle of a mute and her endurance in a world of danger and discrimination.

See my review and spoiler on http://mermaidarium.blogs.friendster.com/ictus/

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Imerhein, the deformed mute, is in a constant struggle with wights and people who look at her differently. It shows a gruesome reality that people do judge by appearance. It takes humble people to overcome her face and befriends her.

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Is there a humble person around? In this day and age? Will Imerheins of our time survive?

She will long perish and vanity will rule leaving her in a dark world that is a nightmare.

Reality? yes. We trap her to books yet we do not see what is around.

She is real and around.

There are many personifications and symbolisms to her.

Imerhein in society is the deformed person, ugly. Judged by appearance. She is mute because she is not listned to. She has no "voice."

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Im am always looked as a rag picker. Perhaps every Imerhein I've already met. And I can't help them all. It's hard to please everyone.

In time, I begin to see myself like her.

One of the voiceless.

And the very rags I try to help are the filthy ones that smother me slow and painfully.

It's Harder with Friends

It's harder with friends because you know how they would take it.

It's harder when you have to tell them an ugly truth.

And it hurts because they are hurt.

Tuesday with WORLITE

Tuesday and it's first day for WORldLITErature. I don't know if I remember having minors. I'm not comfy in sitting on these brown armchairs. Lots to do. Lots of literature to cover but I'm not liking her selections. There must be more interesting literatures that those.
Oh well.
Ang nakakloka part is PHILIEN. After waiting so long, wala palang teacher. Kakaloka!

Beaurocracy!!!

The problem with school, palpak.
That's one term to describe it.
Everything is run by useless papers. Something is wrong with the system. The country is chaotic because it starts with the school.
The students have had it! They choose to be passive and indifferent because they have had it. They would be sanctioned if they did something so they choose to swallow the everyday pangs and live until they graduate. Sadly, including me.
It all starts with the school. The students are formed apathetic and as citizens, they become apathetic. This is the plight of the college.
We have a sick reputation. It is soooo everwhere. Now I know why. I'm hating my daily existence in this school. Maybe the other students feel better. But they are not the ones given a classroom that have lockers falling apart. They are not the ones having fiting forms that are fitting-deformed! They are not the ones lacking sewing machines and it barely works!
Yes, that is the plight of the fashion students. We are few and discriminated by the school system. We pay an everage of forty-eight thousand per trimester but we don't get what that's worth. Poor us.
This is our plight. With this, I strive harder that one day I can make a school of my own that will shape citizens different from this school.
It might get yearly repainted. It might look pretty outside but usually, bulok and laman.

Choices

There are choices to make in life. Most choices are hard to make. It is often the simplest of things that are hardest. Then what is complicated? What is complicated is a simple matter made big because of many choices. There might be a lot involved or a lot at stake.

Hard choices have to be made. Currently, I have to make them. My life is turning because I am growing up already. I must choose which path to take so when the choices come, I am armed and prepared.

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Friends are hard to choose from. You have to choose them and in turn, they choose you. In relation to groupmates, you have to make the right choices and let them choose too. Not everyone I choose agreed and I did not choose all of my friends. I have chosen ones who want to make a difference for themselves. I have chosen ones who will not let my dreams and ideas go to waste. It was hard to make. Some would say it was obvious but the truth is, it was not.

The simple thing to say or reasoning would be that I chose them because they are the greatest and most responsible ones. As I said: the simplest choices are the hardest. I chose them but put at stake a lot: my dreams, ideas amd reputation.

Now that I have chosen them, it is up to them to choose me. If they do, they would share my mission and vision. For there are harder tasks in the coming months. Decmeber is our D-day. Through this journey, even more choices have to be made.

I hope we can do it together.

So sorry for the ones I have not chosen. I hope you are not angry with my choises. certain factors were considered in choosing and it was deliberated in a span of a term.

A New Endeavor

I know I should rest after the show but now, I'm restless. I've jumped right up to the next show. Yup!

The grad show.

I know, I know.

I should worry about that next term. But the next term is so short. Sponsors will not have budget for us. Christmas season na yun. 'Tis hard.

So Now I'm sending out sponsorship letters already. In secret to some people but now I'm saying it. I have big plans for the Grad collection. Yup!

I want it to be big and grand. Many would disagree to my ideas. They are too big. I need at least 300,000.00 in pesos. How do I do that? I don't know. I am Maita. I find a way.

I want this show to leave a legacy behind. I want people to remember it by. Even to set a precedent.

Too big?

Na!

Maybe. Only because this project is short term. Mind you the term is short.

I have to work fast!

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This maybe the start of my career. We're ending already. Yes I know I am taking a huge step. Dad thinks I can do events planning. Because of the RObinson's show, there are people who want to team up wiht me. I create the show at least twice a year and they do the technicals.

Sounds good.

I can launch my clothes are stuffs or make shows for other designers. Still too big now?

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I think too big because I am big (my body that is!)

So? Big brains can only fit in big heads with big bodies!

hehehe!

Be The Man!

Kaloka!

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This is a very tiring week for me and my classmates! What makes matters worse, my partner's not breaking a sweat. Nooooooooo...

I became Cargador!

See my Muscle, heare me hustle! Pumping Iron!

Mind you, I'm an all-female girl in an all-female body. But no! This week I'm a testosterone pumping cargador! Even a little girl can carry more than he does.

Everyone's got a mix of hormones. For girls, more estrogen, for guys more testoterone.

I have nothing against homosexual until they mutilate thier bodies. There would come an imbalance. No male can ever be female. Breast might be implanted, hair maight be lasered, notes can be cut off. Heck! Gender transpant is possible but then, your blood has tell tale signs that it belongs to a man. DNA, darling! Plus, skeletal structure is another factor.

Female intuition? Puhleez! Its like water. The more you grasp, the more it falls out of your palms. So don't claim you have it! Nurture it if you do. Trust and use it well. Even men have female intuition. It means a connection of emotions that bond you to your loved ones spiritually. Its hightened to most females because we have motherly instincts and we are close to nature.

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So I'm the man! But more of a girl than I'll ever be. Not just for Market Week but for other things too. I have to depend on me and try to use my resources.

As mom says, Its a test of character. The refiner's fire, so to say. The more I'm tested in fire, the stronger I become.

Where God is

Mr (blank) said that God must be living in Chile. This is because he said it looked so wonderful and beautiful in Chile. He can't find any other place so beautiful as Chile. There is thought one big BUT to his story of beauty. No matter how handsome and pretty people are, he said they were all theives and liars. He wouldn't trust any of them.

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Fine by me. God still lives there. I think he's right in saying God lives in a place like that because the healthy does not need a doctor.

God lives closer to where He is needed the most. If the people are really not trustworthy, God will try harder at that place. He gives them a peaceful surrounding amidst the unruly heart so that everymorning it would serve as a reminder of God's love.

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Jumbled

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So much to do
So many to think about
So little me
So few hands
Too jumbled inside me
Too jumbled outside me
Everything is jumbled

Can't See

Yesterday Diki woke me up because a text rang for me that woke everyone up. It was Kaye texting at 3 in the morning. I heard the ring but just stuffed the phone under the pillow. I looked to the direction of the window to see the time.

Oh my gosh! I think I'm blind! I can't see anything! Even if it's midnight, I have to see the moonlight or just plain natural lighitng outside but none! I'm blind!

Morning, two rays of sunlight passed through a crack on the newspapers and foil.

Newspaper and Foil?

Yup. It seems dad put newspaper and foil on the window to keep the sun out. It was under the curtain so I wasn't able to see it before I went to bed. Man! I thought I was blind!

Whew!

Guardian Angel Falling

A teacher of mine shared to us that his grandfather told him

"Its not good to be good."

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I know. I've been trying to abide by the rules of being too good. I did good things to help others. It's not everyday I announce my good deed. I keep some to myself. It's the thought of helping. People will not often appreciate what I do. Nor will they appreciate who I am.

It hurts that I try my best to make people happy and I can't please the majority. Everynight I ask if there's a point to everything I do. Is there any good in being a guardian angel?

Is there a point to what I do?

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I often relate myself to the good guys. I feel for them when they get hurt. Inside, I say I'm like Guardian Angel Setsuna, I have a silver sword with me. But then, I have no Carin.
Hhhhh... This is a tough life.

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How come Diki's fine? That's because she loves the bad guys.

How come Jade get's what she wants? That's because she's spoiled and a totale B!-*-

How come others are fine as they are? Because they put themselves on top of the list.

While me--- at the bottom of the my priority list.

I hate this. I'm turning into an emotional eater. Also, hungrier and hungrier to be the best that I can be. I guess, it's the only way I can please a lot of people including myself. But then, it still isn't enough.

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Nothing seems to be.
It's no good to be too good. It's detrimental.

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I'm Me

This is who I am...

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I am

M A I T A

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Individual

Catholic

True

Understanding

Significant

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"... if only because no matter what you do, no one will ever think the things about you that you want them to think. What you do has to done because of how you’ll feel about you.”

-Deep Wizardry

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I am Maita and I am what I am. If being who you are is a choice then this is my choice. I love beilieving in things people call myths. I think there are some truth to the matter. I love ice cream and chocolate. I love reading. Books that intrigue me are fantasy books. Elis Peter's Cadfael is the only book not too fantasy but I love. Historic books and pre-historic subjects as good too. I love Dinosaurs. I like to learn about them. I like fashion but I'm not too keep up with the fad.

I don't like being put down. I hate people who are discriminative. I disagree with people who don't take a bath when they have a chance. I hate corruption and deciet.

When I grow up, I want to be set apart from the rest. I want to be recognized and make it good in the world.

I love to unwind by typing my stories. Soon, I hope to publish a few books. I just have this parallel universe of stories. This is where I base most of my drawings.

I hope to enter into numerous business not just fashion.

I do teacup divining and dream prophecy. I try to study aura reading and palmistry.

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Like mysteries, the more you try to explain them, the more they become vague. So don't warp me into something explainable because I am what I am.

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Scrub-a-Dub-Dub. Two feet in a tub

As everyone knows, Pat has stinky feet. He doesn't like to clean it properly. I thought of a solution to cure this and

EUREKA!

Found it! I was able to re-invent a new foot soak. No scrub needing, just soak up for ten long minutes. He can even just sit down and watch tv while the soak scrubs away the kagaw of his feet! I did it! I've done what no mortal man has dared to do: clean pat's feet.

this is progress for my beauty products business. I gotta get it patented!

Anyone wants to volunteer as another test subject?

I'll give you a jar for testing. hehehe.

Whale of Time

The other night I dreamed I lay down the bottom of the ocean.

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Just a few seconds to relax on the sand and feel the water on my skin...

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Suddenly, there was a killer whale swimming around me. It pulled my leg and tried to get me to surface. I realize the orca was trying to save me. I tried to say I was not drowning but just trying to relax.

The Whale told me to climb on it's back. So I did.

The Whale took me to a cave. Nobody dared to enter the cave because it was dark. THe darkness kept everyone away. But the whale took me inside.

In the cave, I saw paintings on the walls. Inside the cave, more paintings. It gave me ideas.

After my burst of ideas, the Wahle showed me a door. When I got out the door, I was back in the city, my home. The only thing was, I was years into the future. It seems that I have disappeared for so long.

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Seeing Whales in dreams is a good sign. Especially Killer Whales. Killer Whale makes you doubt their motives but actually, they try to help. Whales in dreams are friends who are secretly trying to help you in the real life.

This whale in particular showed me opportunities in a dark cave. The darkness can symbolize our hesitations and doubts but the whale brought me beyond the darkness and into opportunities. According to Dream Dictionaries I read, Caves are springs of creativity. They hide some sort of artistic inspiration waiting to be discovered.

Things take time, as the whale shows. We all have to get back to the origin and start from there. Opportunity is shows and doubts anre broken. When we return to our own worlds, we are changed and in being changed, we must change the world as well.

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Epiphany

Lyrics by Altarboyz. Lead Vocals by Mark

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I Look in to your eyes and see the pain you look inside

Aren't you tired of the lies you tell so you can hide?

What if my friends don't accept me? (I know...)

What if my parent's reject me? (I know...)

But you can't be truly "you" untill you can say...

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I am

a

Catholic (that's me)

I beleive in the Holy Trinity(1,2,3)

Shout it out and make them hear your voice

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Your posse might think it's dope

To confess your sins and like the Pope

But this is who you are, it's not a choice (Not a choice)

You say your sleeping in when your going out to mass

You cut school on Ash Wednessday so nobody would ask (Don't ask)

Your rosary's hid in your sock drawer (oh no...)

You sneak into church through the back (Oh no...)

Time to break out and break free and finally say:

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I am a Catholic and Proud

Sing it strong, sing it proud

I won't deny what God meant me to be

Every night you knee and pray

Stand up and be counted today!

Out of the cloisters and in to the streets (in to the streets!)

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We are your teachers and your doctors

And your Burgerking cashiers

We're your receptionist and interns

And your Amtrqack engineers

We are your lawyers and your tourguides

And your actors on TV

We are your parents and your brothers and your children

And me...

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I am Catholic, yes I am!

Long live the Vatican!

God doesn't make mistakes and he made me!

Let out what you've trapped inside

Come on and show your Catholic pride!

That's how you were meant to be!

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I am Catholic hear me roar

In numbers too big to ignore

And I'm not going to hold it back no more

No you won't, you won't deny me!

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C-A-T-H-'L-I-C- Catholic with a capital C!

Tha't how it was meant... Ohhhh

Tha't howyou were meant...

Tah't how I was meant... to... be!

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A Lot Like Gotham

Where is gotham? In the real world?
Look at our society. Doesn't it seem like the movie? Isn't the mood, senario and atmosphere of Batman Begins a lot like our society today?
"Our city doesn't belong to the criminals and the corrupt..."
It shouldn't but sad to say, it does. Our city might not be literally dark. The darkness is within us. The corruption is very rampant. Like the citizens, we bitterly accpet it.
What is missing is our Batman?
But do we need a superhero, a symbol like that to fight back? In order to break the system, we must be our own heroes. Face it! We don't have any Bruce Waynes!Do you think some rich tycoon is going to dress in a black rodent costume and go spending that much for costumes and weaponry. Worse, he'd be giving his life! No seree! They care too much for themselves. There's no more true heroes these days. It's a hard fact.

I can't hear you, Lord...

The other day I was listening to Altarboyz on the vcd player. Diki said she fixed it. Then it came to my favorite track, track 5 or the Miracle Song. It's about the gospel, only they rap it. Then of course, there'd be the part that Jesus is suppose to sing but then whne it came to his part, there was blank. Just music but no Jesus voice.

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OH MY GOD!!! Have I beocme so sinful to have not hear Him anymore??? Repeat please. Nope, I can't here Jesus. This must be a sign!

Then Diki hits me. It seems that the right side speakers are broken. I only hear the left speakers and Jesus' voice and the other minor background effects were on the right side.

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That made me breathe easier. But then it got me thinking. If that would happen, really happen, what would I do? This may be a sign from God too. A big jolt to tell me I need to be better, nicer or softer. Also, to spread the word to all and ask you all:

Can you hear Him?

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Quite Different

As I learn another lesson today that is not textbook material, I realize, there is so many things I need to equipt myself that none of my profs can teach. People are different. Evolution is a hard teacher. People have evolved. In the 50's up to the 80's people's waist lines are normally 24 in this country. Today's waist lines for thin and "normal" people is 28ish.

People have evolded not only through time but through race. The Asian race has a different frame. The Caucasians too ahve a different frame. What we try to copy is this Caucasian Western shape of thin, long legs and short torso. Even in Asia, frames are differernt.

• Here's a tip to all of you who read this. Filipinos are long torso and short legs. Fat Filipinos are usually top heavy, small hips and tiny legs. Tiny hips? How come we're over populated? We have the cone silhouette.

• Chinese frames are long torso, short legs but stick in terms of silhouete. The newer generation is getting taller but shoe size is still small.

• Western Frame is short torso and long legs. Feet are big and wide. For fat Caucasians, they ahve a diamond silhouette. (Man! They can reach up to 5xl! Pinoy market for bigs tops 3xl and not more. Poverty affects the country's biggie size. hehehe)

So, some of my designs and finish samples have been rejected. Yup, the green ITY dresses have been pulled out. The black one in sampling is with me at home. The shirts have to be modified because big people have this "turkey ham" arms that need to be covered. Sleeves have been added. The only no problem is the skirts. I love the skirt! The line for Big Closet is changing because of the new materials we are using. It is also changing because some of my outrageous experiements that drives the sample maker crazy. hehehe.

Experimentation is the key to Evolution.

Learn it from Mother Nature!

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A Brand New Sound

There's a brand new sound that's growing round the world...

It's deep in the heart of every boy and girl...

But it's not so new, it's primitive and tribal. If you look you find it in Gideon's Bible

Playing in NYC is the newest, hippest musical:

The Altarboyz

5 cute boys trying to make it int he world like N'SYNC and Backstreet. The only thing is, they sing religious songs. But you'll love it! It's so funny and touching. Its a brand new way of listening to Godly music.

Listen to it. Go search in Yahoo or see the website. THey have free previews. http://www.altarboyz.com and see for yourself. I love the music.

The Mark

A woman of worth has a mark in her. Unseen by the naked eye. Competence and perseverance is one of her traits. One can see her in her world.

A woman of worth stands out. You can see her strive for the best. Perfection is unattainable to that doesn't hinder her from trying.

It is wonder what pthers discover for me. Perhaps it is because of education or parentage. Perhaps its the books, with all its stories. Perhaps it is the things I watch.

Perhaps it is a mixture of all the above.

I've been exposed to numerous things. I am lucky to have seen what I have in my lifetime. My eyes were opened to the truth. Day by day, I recieve truth and reality because I chose to be open.

That is the mark of a woman of worth. Open. True. Competent. Unattainable...

This is my Golgotha

There’s a hurly-burly in my heart
Making the bucklers I apply incorporeal
The dunnest wracks pall me

When foul seems fair
And all my rights wronged
Petty runnions are oblivious to my gentry

The folly I bared;
I have exposed my coin of vantage,
Like sponge were these supposed buttress

The friends I knew were felly-hungered
They strike ‘gainst me when I’m down
Oblivious to my bounteousness

With the fetch of wit did use
To their gain
For them a Solomon of resources

My heart is down gyved
The agents of Cautel clouded to wrap
Colleagues in evenhanded indifference

This is my Golgotha
With dismal visage mime I, a scene
A scene of dun fume

The dun which palls
Whose agents of Cautel grin like skulls
Their world in it, I no room

You Found Me...

Fatty Katty Wampus,

You found me. You found me.

I told the other cats the other night to look for you. They did understand me, noly I thought they wouldn't tell you. I know how superior you cats feel. I even described how you look like.

Today, you knocked (litterally) on our door and I thought I heard a familiar call. It was you my little baby but not fat anymore. You've grown so skinny and light. You lost a lot of hair and got mangled from fights. I don't care. I needed to feel your soft fur agian and your warm hug. I felt flattered you rubbed your head against my feet the moment you saw me. I missed you too, so much, too much. I just hope Cute Cat would also find his way here. You two are always together and always so close to me.

I never meant to leave you. I was coming back but when I did, it was too late. You were all gone and I was left wiht no cats. At least you and I meet again. I'm so happy. Did you know how much I prayed you'd find me? Gad gave me a dream assuring me you'd come but not Cute Cat. HE only said you but I am still hoping for Cute Cat. Not that I like him better but we did sahre a closer bond. You had a closer bond with Diki. Still, I love you like no other.

Stay in my heart (or in the garage) and be close to me always.

Your Serogate Mother.

Crestfallen Merfairy

Mermaid and fairy in one, in search of a heart
One heart fair, one heart vowing ne’er part
She swims life so vast, so vast…
Time slipping in the tides so fast

A pearl in the sea has no other
She is polished continually by weather
Nightmares scare the fragile fins
Rejection pricks her like pins

Around her are spines of poison
Friendship allured with a con
Saddened by the spite of greed
Her tiny wings are clipped to bleed

One thing she searches but has yet found
In a heart so true she is bound
A present to the heart that lets her
Just let love caress it tender

In life’s ocean she is lost
Finding her way at all cost
To find a specie to accept her fair
And with these words bear

“Come Merfairy into my heart
Protect me with thy loving art!
Deceit and lies from you I shield
Promise with my might I yield.”



* A Merfairy is a small mermaid with fairy wings. It glows and guides weary travelers. Not everyone is gifted to see a Merfairy.

Fire and Hemlock

A photograph above Polly's bed sparks memories in her that don't seem to exist. Fire and Hemlock was the title of the large photograph of a burning feild of hemlock. The figures in the fire tell her of a hazy story that involved some people, a horse and her. Slowly, these memories pushes itself into her mind. It starts with nine years ago. She gatecrashed a funeral party at the big Hudson House and met a certain Thomas Lynn. Even if he's an adult, they struck up an immediate attraction. Frinedship at fist. As a game, Polly taught Tom to play Pretend. She began with a name for them as Tan Coul as Tom and Hero and Polly. Soon, they were making up stories together and it progressed. Tan Coul is a hero in training while Hero is his assistant. Poly stated their occupations and some of their first adventures. The trouble is, these scary adventures have a nasty habit of coming true... Polly discovers all her inventions had been the past and present of Tom and her. Two vases stuck together in the garden of Hudson house gives a clue. Each vases had the word Nowhere on them but they could be revolved beside each other to either spell Now Here or just plain Nowhere.

The hero-in-training Tan Coul and his assistant, Hero exists nowhere and here at the same time. This boggles Polly and Tom keeps to himself. The only thing he does is write and rewrite her stories and sends her mountains of books. Battered by troubles at school and home, Polly is always confused and left miserable. With her best friend Nina moving on, her mother blaming her and her father leaving them, she is left vulnerable to the evils that enhabitted Hudson House. Only Thomas Lynn has the answer but he cannot tell nine-year old Polly. Still, he cheers her with books and clues with it.

The photograph of Fire and Hemlock sparks her to polish Tan Coul and Hero's story more. Three more heros enter the picture. Polly's description of the three friends who are also heroes come true when Tom forms a quartet with members of the British Philharmonic Orchestra. The evil following Tom and Polly does not spare them. They are tried and tested nearly costing their lives. Soon, Polly could no longer take the mysteries and secrecies. She decides to take a bold step and try to do something.

Five years ago, her memories of Tom and the other three heroes vanish from her mind and from the rest of the world as well? It was because of the clues of the books Tom sent and the photograph of Fire and Hemlock that helped Polly uncovers the awful truth and, at Halloween nine years on, realises that Tom's soul is forfeit to demonic powers unless she can save him. Grandma reveals some clues too. It seems polly's grandfather's name is Tom too and he too was a musician. And like Thomas Lynn, he fell prey to Hudson House's evil horrors and is devoured from the face of the earth. Must Tom Lynn's fate be the same. In a desperate attempt to save Tom, she goes to Nowhere and Now Here, the mysterious place where the Evils of Hudosn House devours their prey.

In the end, Polly, Tom and the other three heroes lived happily ever after. I won't tell you how she saved him. That's up to you to read the book. Tom admitted that in a deperate attempt to save his life, he makes Polly help him unconsciously. But what he didn't know is that putting Polly in to the picture endangers him more and Polly too. The jealous undying evil plays Tom's fate until the right time of Holloween to devour his soul. Tom does admit to like Polly a lot and they live happily while Tom and the rest of the quartet's career flourished.

Conrad's Fate

Just after the Dante Club, I finished the 2.5 inch thick Dian Wynne Jones book entitle Conrad's Fate in 2 days. Yes, Diana Wynne's new book is Conrad's Fate. Aki bought it in Japan and brought it to me. It is part of the Chrestomanci Books. This chapter happened sometime when Christopher Cahnt was fifteen.

In Series 7, a boy named Conrad Tesdinic beleived he had an Evil Karma because he failed to kill someone from his former life. He is sent to Stallery Castle to pretend to work and find out who he was supposed to kill. Up in Stellery, he encountered the sleek fifteen year old boy named Christopher. Mind you, Christopher is no longer the young, innocent boy that he was. He was a vain and poshy person which sent everyone to wonder why a well-groomed, devonaire teen was hired as an Improver.

Actually, Christopher was there because he was looking for Millie, the living goddess Asheth from Series 10. Millie ran away from Switzerland boarding school because nobody would listen how hard a time she had. Only Christopher would but fails to help her. She escaped from series 12 and went to look for a better life. Christopher went after her and proposed that when he finds her, they would live together in a small island in series 5.

Christopher helps Conrad around the castle while Conrad helps Christopher find Millie. A grim family secret is found out in the end. But all went well for Conrad. Christopher and Millie. Millie was sent to a better boarding school, Christopher is returned to the Chrestomanci castle and Conrad went with him to train too. After six years, Conrad returns home to series 7 to study some more. A year after that, he went to series 12 for a visit and to become Christopher's best man in his wedding.

That was the cute part. Millie became sweet and no longer willful but Christopher became a bit more vain. He had a new dressing gown and outfit for every day of the year. Mind you, his undergarments must be of pure silk.

There is a Dante in Each Heart

A different meaning to 'Hell on Earth'...

"Midway through the journey of our life, I found myself in a dark wood,

for the correct path had been lost."

"Some time in the middle of our lives, we all, each one of us, journey to face a hell of our own."

--Inferno by Dante Alighieri

Dante, an Italian Poet, wrote the Divine Comedies in his exile. In poverty and distress, he wrote to keep himself alive. As a man, he wrote what he felt and what he felt was hell.

Inferno was the first to be written. Beatirice, his lost love sends Virgil to guide him through hell for in hell, he will see what had become of sinners and through writting, he could warn mankind.

If we read these two lines of Dante, we find him not just imagining his hell as everybody concludes. Dante lived in his hell and as he observes, so does everybody. Midway through the journey of OUR life. He means everybody goes through a phase of feeling lost. The dark wood is the mind. We are lost in it. The second book, Purgatorio is the middle place, Limbo, as you would call it. Only in Paradiso is Dante's pilgrim saved. It is when we face our hell that we pass the journey and into the next stage, the middle stage. The passing stage is heaven, our heaven.

We each have this pilgrim Dante in us. Life is a journey, that's a given. There are ups and downs and this is what Dante shows us. We, a pilgrim in our own world, journey the ups and downs of life. Only justice and love can save us and only Justice and love will prevail.

Dante Club

The Force of Dante's Inferno

Recently, I've read the Dante Club by Matthew Pearl. It id about Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, James Russell Lowell, Oliver Wendel Holmes, James T. Feilds and George Washington Greene. These 5 people are the Dante Club. Headed by the famous poet, Longfellow, they translate Dante Alighieri's Divina Comedia(Divine Comedy).

While in the middle of their translation of Inferno, the first of the Cemodias by Dante but last to be translated by Longfellow, a murder happened. A week later, another murder which Dr. Holmes, Poet and proffessor of Harvard is asked help for an autopsy. He recognize the murder as one described by Dante in his Inferno. He began to think about the first murder and realized that it too was described by Dante. When the 4 out of 5 Danteans were awre of this, they bring upon themselves to catch the Lucifer of the New England Killings.

This was not as easy as they proposed. With Harvard trying to stop the translation because it was Catholic and "Obscene" and the police were having trouble among themselves, the Dante Club are on their own.

The third murder fell upon a close friend of Dr. Holmes sending the good doctor to release himself from Dante. George Washington Greene's health was failing leaving three Danteans to solve the murders themselves.

We can learn in this novel that friendship is important in doing anything. If Lowell had not talked to Holmes and the rest recount everythign to Greene, then the murders wouldn't have been solved. They had their extra little helpers of course. Who else would be there but family. It was thanks to Mabel Lowell, daughter of James Russell Lowell, and little Annie Alegra, daughter of Henry Wadworth Longfellow, that help had turned out.

There is a breaking of borders in this story. Nicholas Rey, the only person outside the Dante Club eager to solve the murders merges with the Dante Club soon after he realizes that only these Boston Brahmins know the key to solve the Inferno Murders. Rey is the first black police man. Due to his color, restrictions slows his aid. Never giving up like the Dante Club, they six men bond in friendship and hunt for Lucifer in 1865 Boston.

Smallest Among the Big

Making me feel thin...

Eversince working in Bebe Garments, Big Closet Division, I feel, so...

"thin" perhaps is the term?

Thier sizes in Big Closet ranges from L to 3XL. It huge, mind you. L is too big for me. You can imagine me drawing fat people and thinking of a design that will flatter their bodies and give them shape. It's not easy beacuse I'm not a biggy after all. I'm an "In-betweener", too big for normal but too small for biggy.

It's been a blast. I've been making so much drawings and having them approved. One out of ten makes it to sample and out of the sample, the clients pick. One designs, having basic T-shirt style and Raglan sleeve got rejected. The clients didn't like it. I ahve to fit in to their standards which was simple and down right plain.

I guess the world is not ready for my putrageous change. The pattern maker who is also the sample maker can already cry because of my complicated instructions. The owner has to like it too.

I'm not paid for all these. I do it for experience. I did learn a lot. I learned that Robinsons is so Bureaucratic. Too much go here and go there, do this first before that. It's tough to just get a rack in the mall. Landmark seems to have no problems. We are consignment based.

Alright, so I have to simplify my designs. I have to start making and have a collection every ten days to one clients, one collection every month for Landmark and Robinsons and if Panama pushes through, also every month. This is tought work. I have to make a hundred drawings a week. Oh well, life. It's fun and challenging.

Soon, I shall be a manufacturer too. I shall be in this trade and run my own factory.

Just wait for me, world!

To my little ones...

This is a letter to my little cats. They ran away when we moved. I know they can't read this and they can't understand me either but it's good to release.

meow meow meow

My dear little Catties,

I'm missing you already. You are my anti-stress remedy. I love you guys so much even if you don't love me back. I always worry when you are not home by sundown. When it rains, I can't help but look out to check if you're not wet. My heart breaks when you cry. I give you baths and treats occasionally because it's good for you. Nobody else has the patience to bury your bombs and fill your water trays. I've spoilt you all so much only because I love you.

You may ask why I do this. I did it for love. I'm satisfied when you are lazily lounging about. I'm contented at seeing your fat faces. I melt when you run to me all the time and rub your bodies agaists my feet and beg for a headscratch. You're so cute!

I'm not going to experience that again. I may never see you guys either but I still love you. My experience with all of you is feeling the divine within us all. God loves us all and sometimes, we don't show him that we appreciate him. Perhaps I love you guys because he just does love us. Unconditionally.

Take care. I hope you have a nice new home and food to eat.Remember, I will always keep you in my heart.

Love,

Your serogate mother.

Chronicles of the Newly Moved

It's day three in the house but i went back to 17 Rome just to finish the internet and tell everyone about the move. We are ok. Things are 90% here but there are still some at 17 Rome like chairs and more clothes.

By the way, yesterday, Pat and Jade packed their toothbrush. You can guess what they did. Nothing. They didn't brush. They didn't even take a bath the first day. I was smart enough to bring a bucket and fill it up. I also had to bring toothbrush and toothpaste.

My room is looking alright. With two beds and a DMC drawer, it needs a cabinet. I have no place to put clothes. At least the wall size poster of Harry Potter gives life and decoration to the white walls. The bathroom is where I put Serius Black and Hermione and a small bookshelf. I'm going to put a rug and pillows there for a mini lounge.

Today we are packing and hauling more stuffs. Hopefully we'll be able to finish.

No longer the Middle Child of Rome

We have officially moved. I am no longer the Middle Child of Rome Street. The post I have kept for ten long years, I have to let go. Letting go is hard. Time to let go of the house, 75% of my things and my little baby cats.

I let go...

I have to...

let go...

Its now going to orphanages or trash, so if you want stationaries, old clothes, bags, shoes and figurines, better come and ask them before Saturday. By the way, I have at lest five big anime comic books to give away too.

I am now the Middle Child in Vienna

(street) hehehehe.

Benedict XVI

I would just like to congratulate the new pope and pray that he has good health. I pray he would give hs best and let the nations grow. I hope he bring peace and prosperity. Amen.

A man has passed...

A man has passed. He is not among us. He is dead.

But death is just the begining. Death is a path to a different stage. After life, death is but the transition to something else. He is off now to the undiscovered country from where no man has come back. We may not know where but this change may be for the better.

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

æternitatis

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.

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.

Meows of Joys

Meow...Meow...Meow...Meow...Meow...Meow...Meow

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...

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.”

Inspirations...

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

Tails, within or beside

Mermaids around the World

Throughout time and around the world, there have been tales of mermaids. As Early as Babylon, there are tales about mermaids. Oannes or Ea, the sea-god was depicted as a merman. The Syrian moon-goddess, Atargatis, for the Philistines Darceto was a mermaid. Polynesians had Vatea who was the common image of the mermaid. The early British know them as Merrymaids. The Irish knew them as Merrows or Muirruhgach. Along Scandinavia, they have the Havfrue (merman) and the Havmand (mermaid). The Norwegian mermaid known as Havfine was believed to have very unpredictable tempers. The Germans knew the Melusine as a double-tailed mermaid. Denmark has its shares of single tailed and double tailed mermaids. They are depicted in their fountains.
In Asia, there are number of tales of mermaids too. The Japanese had Ningyo, a mermaid with only the head as human. For the Philippines, was have a two-tailed mermaids called the Mambuburog.

Nobody knows the origins of mermaids. They have been around since civilization began. Mermaids are depicted differently in different places. One thing is common, a part of these creatures are human while the other half is fish. Whether a product of crossbreeding or mutation, the mermaid image have symbolism. There is some human-ness in mermaids. It may be the emotions.

The usual depiction of the other half of a mermaid is commonly a female. This can represent the Femme fatale that banned the worshipping of mermaids. Early Christianity depicted females as sinful. Her usual items on hand were combs and mirrors, emblems of vanity.

The side of the fish is the representation of freedom. To be able to swim into the vast ocean unbridled is freedom only some can imagine. We can also say that the union of the upper half and the fish half is a symbol of life. Water as represented by the fish is the source of life. It is where life began and life is sustained by water.

We can also say that the image of the mermaid represents Christianity. Christ depicts the church as female while he is the represented by the fish, Ictus. The union of the church and God is the mermaid.

There are mermaids around the world. Perhaps they are a race, hidden away from the world or perhaps just creatures that coexists with us. One thing is certain. There are mermaids on earth. Within us or among us…

The Feet of Squalid

Pat, my everlasting source of blog topics.

Ok, here it is. This’ll crack ya.
I was lazing around last night when Pat looked at the soles of his feet. Take note, he just got out of the showers. His feet were so dirty, they were literally black.
“Pat! Paano ka naligo?!!!” I exclaimed.
“I can’t remember where I got this.” He said. “I think it was something I stepped on yesterday.”

Oh my God, Pat! Yesterday pa yun. Midnight na of the next day nandyan pa tin yang dumi sa paa mo.


Hmmm………

Sometimes, I have no idea what to do to him. He has the grossest feet in the world and he even admits it. He’s scared of going to baths. His “bath” takes him only 60 seconds and counting. What on earth does he do in the bathroom?
I do know!
I accidentally opened the bathroom once and saw him “taking a bath.” That’s what he gets for not locking the door. He was on the cry tiles leaning over the shower area with a tabo of water under him. He scoops some water and sprinkles it on his face and arms. Some on his hair so it’ll look wet. For soap, he passes his hands on the soap and wipes it on his face and arms then wash off with just a sprinkle of water. Total usage of water= 2 cups or less. Man! How can he bare that!
I give him a bath and he doesn’t want his back wet. What kind of bath *x*?I can give the cats bath and it’s easier that Pat, mind you. I just can’t understand him. Sure it saves water but hello! Long term effects: pimply face, moldy feet, disgusting skin! How’re you gonna get a girl, Pat?

Was there a time when... you changed?

Was there a time when you don't want to feel something you are feeling?

I am a woman who is very intuitive but when it comes to big decisions, the heart presides.
The night is starless as my dreams are starless. I saw him again, the face that could rival a Renaissance marble sculpture.
I though my heart was as cold as stone yet it was like ice tonight. It melted in from of an Apollo. This feeling makes me jump up and down at the same time, feel weighed down.
This feeling makes me insecure.
I never cared about what I ate or how I look. When the right guy comes, he’ll see me for what I am.
But what if one day you saw everything differently. You started to put make up and spend two hours in the bathroom instead of one. You even can’t decide what to wear because it might make you look big.
Suddenly, you are the most girliest person in the world. Cosmetics, perfumes and cute things attract you.
Suddenly, you feel different.
Perhaps this is a stage. Would this just pass?
Perhaps it’s media. All around, people fall in love. All around the media tells you romance is a complete life. You gotta have someone to complete you. Do you? Do I?

Perhaps I really am changing.



Was there?