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
i continue to surprise myself. i always said i could never tell right from wrong, and i can rationalize anything and convince myself. that's how my mind works. at the end of the day, i almost always follow my heart. so it would seem i'm ruthless or reckless sometimes, but it's only because either way i can say i did the right thing.
but this realization about myself scares me to the core. i wallow in guilt because i know the way i make decisions and act on them hurts people sometimes, people that could be very dear to me. and i don't know if it's because i'm selfish, or because i value my happiness so much, but that i think and act like this and hurt people without knowing for sure if i did the right thing? well, that's really scary. i could never tell until so much time has passed, until damage has become irreparable, then i couldn't do anything about it. that is, again, why i wallow in guilt, in fear, and why i regret so many things in life.
my only prayer now, is that i not only followed my heart, but that i did think about it, that i did not hurt someone without good reason, that it was the right thing to do, and if not, that i realize it and do something about it to rectify things before it's too late. i cannot bear the idea later on, that i lost my only rock in this life, shattered it to tiny bits of pieces, and for what, dirt? god bless this rock, never mind me.
Posted by xam ::
Friday, August 10, 2007 ::
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