the absence of time.
last night was the opening of sir aman's 11th solo exhibition.
i went to ccp directly from work, hoping for a nice time, chatting with friends and seeing sir aman again. haha
his artworks were huge.
but despite the art's commanding size, my attention did not immediately gravitate towards it.
i dont pretend to be the "intellectual" type who looks at paintings in a way as if i had a deeper understanding of what was presented to me.
i just stared at it blankly and wondered what those panels were all about.
any conversation with sir aman would be incomplete without one of his lectures.
time and space theory.
time does not exist; only space.
when you think about it, it does make sense.
sir aman explained how he believed there is no such thing as time.. and how man made "markers" to denote time (like watches, sundials, clocks, etc.)
he wanted to prove that through his work and when you look at his paintings with this in mind, you can definitely say that he did just that.
i went home with something to think about.
oh yeah. and sir paolo herras was there too. he actually looks better without the hair styling product he normally uses... but i had too little energy left to "problematize" and analyze that "text" which is the painting... haha.
so there they were, the two people i learned most from in school.
(other than sirs aman n paolo, i also learned a lot from miss ayna and sir elvert.
guess they have their own ways of sharing their knowledge. and it's actually effective.)
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today, is freehand day at work. sounds fun? not really.
m getting better at macromedia freehand now. well, not really.
just finding my way around the tools and mastering the science of "ctrl+shft+d"(duplicate).
yeah, copy paste.
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i just realized on my way home tonight how boring my life is.
i thought: is this it? is this real life in the real world?
i thought: ang boring ng may trabaho. everyday it's the same thing. wake up, go to work, go home, sleep.
and i've only been working for three weeks.
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saw these guys perform at "breakfast" this morning. the song was pretty nice. that weird narration bit threw me off, though.
it was just plain weird.
Matagal ko ng gustong malaman mo
Matagal ko ng itinatago-tago 'to
Nahihiyang magsalita
At umuurong aking dila
Pwede bang bukas na
Ipagpaliban muna natin 'to
Dahil kumukuha lang ng tiyempo
Upang sabihin sa iyo
Mahal kita, pero 'di mo lang alam
Mahal kita, pero 'di mo lang ramdam
Mahal kita, kahit 'di mo na ako tinitignan
Mahal kita, kahit 'di mo lang alam,
Oh woh..
Matagal ko ng gustong sabihin 'to
Matagal ko ng gustong aminin sa'yo
Sandali, eto na
At sasabihin ko na
Ngayon na, mamaya
O baka pwedeng bukas na
Dahil kumukuha lang ng buwelo
Upang sabihin sa iyo
Mahal kita, pero 'di mo lang alam
Mahal kita, pero 'di mo lang ramdam
Mahal kita, kahit 'di mo na ako tinitignan
Mahal kita, pero 'di mo lang alam,
Oh woh..
Ngunit kumukuha lang ng tiyempo
Upang sabihin sa iyo
Mahal kita pero di mo lang alam
Hindi mo alam kasi hindi mo naman ako tinitignan
Ayaw mo naman itanong sakin kasi baka nga naman hindi naman ikaw
At hindi ko rin naman sayo sasabihin kasi ayoko pa sa ngayon na manligaw
Mahal kita pero hindi nga lang halata
Hindi halata kasi wala naman akong ginagawa
Hindi ako kumikibo hindi ako nagsasalita wala
Pero hindi ako torpe
Hindi ko lang talaga masabi sayo ng harapan
Mahal kita pero dehins mo pa rin ramdam
Hindi mo ko titignan di rin kita titgnan
Lagi mo lang akong pakikiramdaman lagi rin kitang pakikiramdaman
At araw araw tayong magdededmahan
Hanggang sa tayo ay magkabistuhan
Pero ngayong malapit nang matapos ang kanta ko
Nais kong magkaalaman na
Nais kong ako na rin ang magsabi sayo ng harapan
Kasi alam kong doon din naman ang tuloy nyan
At dalawa din lang naman ang posibleng sagot dyan oo o hindi
Kaya eto na sasabihin ko na para matapos na
At hindi na magka-tsismisan pa
Sasabihin ko na para wala nang problema
At para hindi na rin kayong lahat nabibitin pa!
Mahal kita, pero 'di mo lang alam
Mahal kita, pero 'di mo lang ramdam
Mahal kita, kahit 'di mo na ako tinitignan
Mahal kita, kahit lagi mo na lang akong dinededma
deadma
rocksteddy
i went to ccp directly from work, hoping for a nice time, chatting with friends and seeing sir aman again. haha
his artworks were huge.
but despite the art's commanding size, my attention did not immediately gravitate towards it.
i dont pretend to be the "intellectual" type who looks at paintings in a way as if i had a deeper understanding of what was presented to me.
i just stared at it blankly and wondered what those panels were all about.
any conversation with sir aman would be incomplete without one of his lectures.
time and space theory.
time does not exist; only space.
when you think about it, it does make sense.
sir aman explained how he believed there is no such thing as time.. and how man made "markers" to denote time (like watches, sundials, clocks, etc.)
he wanted to prove that through his work and when you look at his paintings with this in mind, you can definitely say that he did just that.
i went home with something to think about.
oh yeah. and sir paolo herras was there too. he actually looks better without the hair styling product he normally uses... but i had too little energy left to "problematize" and analyze that "text" which is the painting... haha.
so there they were, the two people i learned most from in school.
(other than sirs aman n paolo, i also learned a lot from miss ayna and sir elvert.
guess they have their own ways of sharing their knowledge. and it's actually effective.)
===
today, is freehand day at work. sounds fun? not really.
m getting better at macromedia freehand now. well, not really.
just finding my way around the tools and mastering the science of "ctrl+shft+d"(duplicate).
yeah, copy paste.
===
i just realized on my way home tonight how boring my life is.
i thought: is this it? is this real life in the real world?
i thought: ang boring ng may trabaho. everyday it's the same thing. wake up, go to work, go home, sleep.
and i've only been working for three weeks.
===
saw these guys perform at "breakfast" this morning. the song was pretty nice. that weird narration bit threw me off, though.
it was just plain weird.
Matagal ko ng gustong malaman mo
Matagal ko ng itinatago-tago 'to
Nahihiyang magsalita
At umuurong aking dila
Pwede bang bukas na
Ipagpaliban muna natin 'to
Dahil kumukuha lang ng tiyempo
Upang sabihin sa iyo
Mahal kita, pero 'di mo lang alam
Mahal kita, pero 'di mo lang ramdam
Mahal kita, kahit 'di mo na ako tinitignan
Mahal kita, kahit 'di mo lang alam,
Oh woh..
Matagal ko ng gustong sabihin 'to
Matagal ko ng gustong aminin sa'yo
Sandali, eto na
At sasabihin ko na
Ngayon na, mamaya
O baka pwedeng bukas na
Dahil kumukuha lang ng buwelo
Upang sabihin sa iyo
Mahal kita, pero 'di mo lang alam
Mahal kita, pero 'di mo lang ramdam
Mahal kita, kahit 'di mo na ako tinitignan
Mahal kita, pero 'di mo lang alam,
Oh woh..
Ngunit kumukuha lang ng tiyempo
Upang sabihin sa iyo
Mahal kita pero di mo lang alam
Hindi mo alam kasi hindi mo naman ako tinitignan
Ayaw mo naman itanong sakin kasi baka nga naman hindi naman ikaw
At hindi ko rin naman sayo sasabihin kasi ayoko pa sa ngayon na manligaw
Mahal kita pero hindi nga lang halata
Hindi halata kasi wala naman akong ginagawa
Hindi ako kumikibo hindi ako nagsasalita wala
Pero hindi ako torpe
Hindi ko lang talaga masabi sayo ng harapan
Mahal kita pero dehins mo pa rin ramdam
Hindi mo ko titignan di rin kita titgnan
Lagi mo lang akong pakikiramdaman lagi rin kitang pakikiramdaman
At araw araw tayong magdededmahan
Hanggang sa tayo ay magkabistuhan
Pero ngayong malapit nang matapos ang kanta ko
Nais kong magkaalaman na
Nais kong ako na rin ang magsabi sayo ng harapan
Kasi alam kong doon din naman ang tuloy nyan
At dalawa din lang naman ang posibleng sagot dyan oo o hindi
Kaya eto na sasabihin ko na para matapos na
At hindi na magka-tsismisan pa
Sasabihin ko na para wala nang problema
At para hindi na rin kayong lahat nabibitin pa!
Mahal kita, pero 'di mo lang alam
Mahal kita, pero 'di mo lang ramdam
Mahal kita, kahit 'di mo na ako tinitignan
Mahal kita, kahit lagi mo na lang akong dinededma
deadma
rocksteddy
