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Shapes and colors make me happy. I like abstract paintings. I like Picasso. I like solid colors - blue, red, yellow, green and orange. Sometimes I like neon. I like geometric lines and shapes. I'm particularly fascinated with squares. Not so much with waves and unclosed curves. I don't like Baroque-inspired designs. I don't like paintings of the Madonna and Child, farmers in the field, flowers in vases, and fruits in baskets. They hurt my eyes.
 Name::xam From::Metro Manila, Philippines i'm a pirate at heart. i'm smart, ruthless and greedy. yesterday i navigated the seas and my comrades died in battle. today i am trapped in davy jones' locker. but tomorrow i will find gold, i will be free and i will roam the seas again. Learn more about Sam
"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge That myth is more potent than history. I believe that dreams are more powerful than facts - That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death." ~Robert Fulghum, It Was On Fire When I Laid Down On It **** You Belong to Me See the pyramids around the Nile Watch the sun rise From the tropic isle Just remember darling All the while You belong to me See the market place In old Algiers Send me photographs and souvenirs Just remember When a dream appears You belong to me And I'll be so alone without you Maybe you'll be lonesome too Fly the ocean In a silver plane See the jungle When it's wet with rain Just remember till You're home again You belong to me Oh I'll be so alone without you Maybe you'll be lonesome too Fly the ocean In a silver plane See the jungle When it's wet with rain Just remember till You're home again You belong to me **** What's Up Twenty - five years and my life is still Trying to get up that great big hill of hope For a destination And I realized quickly when I knew I should That the world was made up of this brotherhood of man For whatever that means And so I cry sometimes When I'm lying in bed Just to get it all out What's in my head And I am feeling a little peculiar And so I wake in the morning And I step outside And I take a deep breath and I get real high And I scream at the top of my lungs What's going on? And I say, hey hey hey hey I said hey, what's going on? Ooh, ooh ooh And I try, oh my god do I try I try all the time, in this institution And I pray, oh my god do I pray I pray every single day For a revolution And so I cry sometimes When I'm lying in bed Just to get it all out What's in my head And I am feeling a little peculiar And so I wake in the morning And I step outside And I take a deep breath and I get real high And I scream at the top of my lungs What's going on? And I say, hey hey hey hey I said hey, what's going on? Twenty - five years and my life is still Trying to get up that great big hill of hope For a destination
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I read a Fulghum story about how when he was 13 years old he found dishwashing DISGUSTING (particularly the part when his mom, with her bare hands, collected the left over food at the bottom of the sink). Then he went on and on. The bottom line was that someone’s gotta do the filthy stuff, and more often than not, the job is for the grown-ups.
It struck me how so many chores I used to find filthy are now things that I’m often confronted with and actually do. This afternoon I had to clean up my bathroom. With my bare hands, I had to pick the small mass of hair from the drainage and whatever remnants there are with it. Another: I used to find raw meat disgusting. Seeing and smelling raw meat was already too much. I never imagined I would one day chop them up, wash them, mix them up with seasoning and spices, cook them and the worst of it all – eat it after seeing how it was done! Nope, never imagined I’d do that. And there other responsibilities. Like I have to be the one to wake myself up and prepare for my day. If I don’t wake up, no one would care if I end up being yelled at by my boss.And at the end of the day, I’m the only one around to look after myself. If I don’t clean up my act, everything will pile up around me and no one’s around to clean up, even out of lack of choice (my mom or Ate Maricel usually ended up doing this whenever my clutter’s already too much to bear).
The fun part is that with all these disgusting things I get to enjoy life on a different level. I get to set the direction of everything – for better or worse. I’m now, finally, in-charge. I decide what to eat, where to eat, what time to sleep, where to sleep (haha, I could even decide who to sleep with, come to think of it), the kind of furniture, appliances, how to spend my money, where to go, basically everything. Finally, I don’t always have to ask for any adult’s consent for being out late or for being out at all. I’m lucky coz with all the gruelsome stuff, I have on the other side of the leaf the passport to all these amazing privileges (the passport being my long-awaited independence – physically and financially).
