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Wow, this is what conversations with my mom over the phone did today – I just realized I’ve been living mostly on my own since college and I don’t regret it one bit. She on the other hand had planned to “wean me off her” when there was actually no need for it back then. Why? Because I was happy to finally be on my own, doing my own thing and all that jazz, living in a secured dorm and doing that bedspace thing. (Thanks grandma!)

Would have been happier if I didn’t have to commute from Taft, Manila to Proj 2-3, QC for 3 years to live/stay with relatives every weekend until I graduated. Psh. Probably would have had a livelier and wilder life eh? Or maybe not.

Oh and I remember the dorm curfew, mygads… hahaha~ I actually feel sorry for waking up the manong guards all those nights but hey I was such a diligent student. XD Staying up late for projects in computer shops? Playing online games, creating artworks and/or doing reports and such until ungodly hours? Uhmhm… that’s me. I actually loved every second of it except for the homework deadlines and all the stress during baby thesis and thesis proper.

Woooh~ baby thesis feels reminds me of the new KDrama I just started watching last night – Cheese in the Trap. Always the leader who almost wants to do everything by herself to get the best grades. Hwaw. But of course I did delegate and yet in the back of my young mind, I judged.

Yes I know exactly how the female protagonist felt when you do your very best, being the perfectionist much back then, only to fail the entire group. Boom panes and uber sakit moment yun, as in, pramis. 😛 Oh well, I’ve learned a lot since then.

Anyway after college I did live with my bros and a “sis-in-law” for 2 yrs, I think, before being TOTALLY on my own (THANK GOD). 2009 – 2013 was the best years of my life as far as I can remember. Too bad I had to stop living on my own after mid-2013 due to mom’s hospital adventure. 😀

This year though I plan on living independently again. Utang na loob pls lang Lord. I will be moving out soon and totally do as I please, thank you very much. Bwahahaha. This should be fun. I can’t wait to be on my own again. Woohooo!

In other news, I’m into temporary tattoos now. Back to my art roots, hurrah! Finally came up with a new product to produce and sell! I’ll be releasing my wearable skin art designs for summer 2016 in a few. Oh yeah! Coming real soon! Abangan! 😀

New FB page in the works too, or not if I change my mind. But do check out and follow my Instagram art page for updates: Yay! So exciting!



Indeed, the so-called muse is real. Usually a muse is depicted as female, but apparently they can also be male.

According to Merriam-Webster’s dictionary, a muse “is a source of inspiration; especially :  a guiding genius.”
In Greek mythology, “it is any of the nine sister goddesses presiding over song and poetry and the arts and sciences.”

And I have met a male muse. I have never thought it possible to have someone inspire you consciously (or more likely, unconsciously!!!) just by being around them or just even thinking about them! It kind of makes me crazy until I let it out through some form of art or literature! Good God. Who knew someone could actually be the personification of inspiration?

Inspiration, or whatever else it is, through him is like an irritant if it isn’t let out. It burns in my head then at worst it goes down to my heart. Wow. The only way to keep one’s sanity is to let it out through any form of art or literature, like literally. (Yeah and I had to repeat that statement, lol.)

I have never questioned my sanity until now. And that burning curiosity as to why it happens prompted  me to search for answers on the internet because it just made no sense. How can someone affect your sanity so much? This does not seem to be love. It might be infatuation, but seriously/honestly, no one else has this effect on me, so why?

My search brought me to a particular blog that gave me the answer. It then brought me to an inspiring Ted Talk by Elizabeth Gilbert, author of Eat, Pray, Love. She says there are those that claim inspiration comes from other beings. I guess that is true. It used to happen when inspiration strikes, I have to write it down or draw/sketch/doodle it out immediately or all will be lost no matter how hard I try. If I was too late, it would be like trying to catch a dream already fading away. That sucks when it happens. If you have a muse though everything is different.

Having a muse just lets your creativity out with no cap on it unless you move away. Simply moving or staying away from the person can keep you from being overwhelmed. Just thinking about them can still actually inspire you unconsciously! What is that, right?!

So the question now is how to control it when it happens. Okay control is kind of a negative word, so maybe moderate it. And now that I’ve realized this I guess it’s not a bad thing hanging out with your muse, unless you let yourself go insane from sticking around them too much. Craving for inspiration like it’s a drug though is something else.

Anyway, I wonder if you tell your muse about it, would that dispel the magic? Or would it not?

On a side note, maybe this is just searching for meaning or pragmatics, which is part of semiotics, my word of the day. 🙂

Oh yes, since it’s my off, I’m doing something and nothing. ^_^

Found this fun quiz from a blog and thought I’d try it out… I was looking for something to put on the new batch of wallets I’ll be selling soon, and that’s how i found this.

Greed: Medium
Gluttony: Medium
Wrath: Low
Sloth: High
Envy: Very Low
Lust: Low
Pride: Medium


Take the Seven Deadly Sins Quiz

I admit, sloth is really my vice and i’m not an envious person. =)


Which reminds me, I should get a move on… haha~ outta here!

I’ve been to Notre Dame de Vie chapel and Fernbrook Gardens. I saw the place and found it lovely. The ambiance is quite reminiscent of ancient times. Roman era, Byzantine, Victorian age, Colonial, Rococo and Baroque art and architecture. Reminds me of my art history and art appreciation classes. It reminded me of my architecture classes and research. Shall i say i waxed nostalgic even though I’ve never been to any old (or even ancient) place in the world except maybe Intramuros?

How do you describe a place that reflects the ancient times in modern days? The arches, the detail, the beauty. How do you describe it to someone who does not know art history? The type of art and/or the era it is from? You can’t talk Rococo to someone who’s not aware of it. You can’t talk Byzantine or Victorian to someone who can’t relate. All you can talk about is how beautiful it is, how pleasing the place looks and that it is a wonderful place to celebrate your wedding, debut or anything else related to it.

To say it is exactly Rococo may be an overstatement as it does not seem overly detailed.  Perhaps it is safer to say the place is of Baroque inspired architecture.

Ah and here i am still waxing nostalgic at how beautiful the place is. It tears at my heart at how close to perfect Rococo/Baroque it seems, the closest I’ve ever seen. It makes me want to visit all the old places in the world I’ve read about in my art classes. It makes me want to know  when it was built, who designed it and what their inspiration for making the place is.

All i can do for now is write something about it, after taking pictures and videos of it while taking in the wonderful details of the place.

Thank you to my friend Kristine who asked me to come along with her yesterday to see the place. Thank you for letting me have the pleasure of capturing the beauty of the place. I would have loved to stay longer and take better pictures of it but of course that would be asking too much. Just seeing the place and finding out that such a place exists somewhere near the outskirts of the metro is good enough for me.

As early as now i wish you both all the best and all the happiness and joy the world has to offer.

I do think i might cry at your wedding even though it’s about 2 years early to say so.  🙂

***pictures probably by next week.

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