Thursday, October 28, 2004

Art Rediscovery Workshop

October 22-24. I was able to attend a 3-day Art Rediscovery Workshop sponsored by the Dugukan Gallery. Everything was free, thanks to Mitandi. I was accompanied by Amras and Pachi. We were supposed to be student observers, so we acted like we were. We didn't participate in the discussions and had our own little discussions and debates ourselves. They've given us these bond papers, I guessed for drawing, and used them for a chat room.

The first day, for me, was already not good (sorry). There was no program, or if there was, I don't think it was followed. The participants, particularly those who were more than responsive, couldn't seem to control themselves. It sometimes resulted to a cycle of the same questions and answers! Luckily, as said earlier, everything was free and snacks were served: pansit and sandwich for the first half and another pansit and sandwich for the second half.

Day 2. We were told from the start that we'd be making our own concept in writing (oops! I forgot the term hehe) before sketching or painting, whatever. But the discussions and sharing of heartbreaking art experiences were unending it was given as an assignment. Somebody started that everyone should have the chance to share and obviously, I didn't like that. I was lucky it stopped with Amras. Sadly, I'd have to start the next day. makalagot! The snacks by the way were another set of pansit and sandwich.

Day 3. I was late haha! My ... started that morning and... Anyway, I was late period. I hoped I was too late for the snack, and I was! But Pachi, who was also late, gladly served me another plate of pansit (English term pls.) and sandwich. I could not take another bite of it so I set it aside. Eventually, when the workshop resumed, they remembered who'd be the next speaker -- me. I made my speech short, I'm master of that! After everyone has spoken, lunch break at 2 p.m. I didn't return for the last session to attend my cousin's, uncle's and late grandpa's birthday party. Relief. I have learned a lot about art, though. One is that my art is called 'cutism.' (?? hahaha)

Thursday, October 14, 2004

Space Man Spiff

When I started to be All-American Rejects crazy (that was last year), i joined everything that had to do with them, including egroups. And usually when I join egroups, I check out the files. There I found three copies of Space Man Spiff (SMS) songs. I guessed they were local bands, but I still downloaded the songs. I liked listening to their music so I brought it home. Now this person who uploaded the songs asked about the band. I searched for them on the net but couldn't find any info so I let it go. Then Friendster came... then MySpace... then MySpace offered separate accounts for bands and music artists. There I finally found SMS. I told them I was a fan from somewhere far and they added me. Then one day I got a message, which I posted earlier here, that I was going to be awarded most distant fan and with that a free CD! And guess what? Yesterday, I got the CD! The band member who sent it even drew on the cardboard case... (bugas ba! sa makasabot lang..hehe. pangit jud ug agi ning mga kano. sa makasabot, ayaw mog saba!). The CD had seven songs so I played it twice everytime to make it fourteen. I love 'Dream is Real', it was like a prayer... here's a pic of the band:

space man spiff

Sunday, October 10, 2004


I just read my friend Joycie's 101 entry and yes I would surely do more of what I want. And I'm too excited for that... But anyway, for that to happen, first I have to stop being an owl and be awake when I'm supposed to be awake. Like now, the day was almost over when mine was just about to start. Then I'll do one or two things and be a couch potato for the rest of the night. What could be more unproductive? I want to do something more. I need to be a daytime person... who loves staying up late at night? Or not too late at night. That would be better. For sure, my mother wouldn't have to complain about me looking pale.

What keeps me busy after having to deal with my past obsession (which was, fortunately for my siblings slash co-workers at home, pulling out weeds all day at my backyard)? Finding a job. Now I can look for a job without having to explain why I'm not a graduate. Finally.