chickenwar

<sub>i.
I owe my hand the freedom to draw. It has been such a long time. The last time I drew something I was proud of was last summer and I think only I embraced such qualities of that drawing. I've stumbled upon this show where I could really relate to this character played as an artist. She had the same gift as I had. And she's admirable in every aspect of it. True and striking to her own feelings. She had this fear of letting her works known. She was then told that it is a crime to not show the world what you are capable of. It is a damn shame. I used to think, why people tend to show off their capabilities and somehow try to bring out what is so called good. But nothing is ever good. There is no good, there are no standards in life; only variety. What could be good to me could be bad to you. And that is why, to this day, I will try to show you my works. You don't have to like them. You don't even have to comment. Just take a look and you are a prized witness by doing so.  That way, I share my works, not be proud of them. There is a difference.

ii.
Recently, I have been receiving a mount of compliments regarding my artsy-fartsyness. You can think all you want, but this isn't a point of arrogance. I just want to share that they don't make my insecurities free from ambiguity. I don't really consider myself an artist. Just a person who has nothing else to do with his life. (But then, you know I'm joking) I like what I do. I'm just not sure if what I'm doing is right anymore. More so, I don't brag of my works. I really find them inferior and mediocre.  Well most of the time. When my feelings rage, I could get lucky with a not-so-mediocre one. But that's once in a blue moon. But, when those compliments greet me, their sound is just really reassuring to the ears. It tells me I'm walking the right path. And at the same time, the redundant approach lets me stray off the path as well. So please, do not give me compliments. I prefer you telling me what you think of my works or how you interpret them. I really appreciate those kind of comments.

iii.
And lastly, if you're wondering how my summer is going... (which I'm sure you don't even give a damn about) it goes something like this: I sleep at around 3-6 a.m. When the rest of the city is about to rise, and the sun is ready to shine and the birds chirp all that there is to be chirped. Then I wake up at around 12-3 p.m. The rest of the day is up to me. Usually, I find happiness in picking up my sister in DLSU Manila, and going around their campus and eating isaw with her friends along. Or maybe a trip to Katipunan and resume my lessons in....... or ........ You're raising your eyebrow by now. Or maybe forcing my friends to visit me at home. And everything else is a planned disaster.</sub>