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.
I.AM.SAM
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
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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
This is a poem i wrote last February, and it's about the much-dreaded cotillion dance (part of the initiation process of every Portian) every ball. I dreaded the cotillion, it being soooooo highschool-ish! But they say it's a proud tradition of Portia, since God knows when! So I had to go through it. I was worried Ibn would hate the cotillion, but noooooo. Ibn was really serious about it, reprimanding me for all those times I forgot cotillion practices, and ridiculing me for not remembering the steps. He wanted us to practice just about anywhere --- in my room, in the sala, in our house in Paranaque, at the arcade parking lot, in a videoke place... But I blame Kevin, our blockmate / dance instructor (Portia calls him Kevin Cotillion, hehehe). Instead of the usual one -- two -- three, it was a onetwothree!! It was just so fast! It wasn't like the usual waltz but a really fast one. And he had this really difficult step, the "natural turn" and it was sooooo hard! You'll go around in circles repetitively along with other couples going around in circles. It's a lot like being earth - you rotate and you revolve. It was soo hard, but it was, I have to admit, also nice. We danced to "She's Always A Woman To Me." Well here's the poem!
A Natural Turn of Events
i count one, two-three one, two-three the waltz, spinning. the world around me crumbles, oblivious no time, no music, no one.
you, me, our feet our arms around each other. twirling
and i dance like a clown 1 - 2 - 3 - 1- but I'm always a Woman 2 - 3 - 1-2-3 -- 1-2-3 to You 1-2-3 one, two-three one, two-three