STRIPES & POLKA DOTS

STRIPES & POLKA DOTS

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.
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re-posting my best friend's post :)

Geometry and the World

poor me, not well-travelled

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my multiplication table

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"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

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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

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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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Monday, July 09, 2007
On Regret

Sometimes regret can spawn many other feelings.

We regret something we've done in the past, say, a major decision or turning point in our lives, so we flush out all the events resulting from these out of our memories and then try to find something else better to plug in. We imagine alternative scenarios to those painful memories. What other options were available at the time? And of course there are options. There are always options!

So now we backtrack and then start romanticizing options not taken. We play around with our memories, redefining it -- omitting parts we have conveniently forgotten, replaying parts we conveniently want to remember, maybe even adding a few parts as we deem convenient. We do this, repetitively, until we have formed in our minds a picture that never really existed in the past. What we don't realize is that sometimes, the option not taken could have been worse, that we might have known it to a certain extent back then, or maybe not, but it still could have been worse. So we fail to give ourselves credit for making the decision we made, thinking we might have been just younger, more naive, or more vulnerable, to make mistakes.

The fact remains that we made decisions at that time in the past given the circumstances and knowing the alternative courses of action. We couldn't have known that the decision we were making was wrong. And we would also never really know that the decision not made would have been right.

That's the problem with regret. We fall into a whirlwind of memories and end up worse off. What's funny is that the more things have gone wrong, the more prominent your mistakes are, the more they haunt you to the present day, the more we fall prey to regret and to restructing our memories. The key is not to regret. We did what we had to do, and didn't do what we felt we didn't have to do. Sometimes I even tell myself, whatever happens is for the best, otherwise it could have caused my death. I am, therefore, in a constant state of being lucky to be alive.

That's it. End of story.
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