more random thoughts...

I cannot believe I own a size 18 shirt! That’s more than double my size! I’ve probably had that shirt for more than 10 years and I’ve forgotten about it’s existence pretty much halfway through. Mom’s dug it up the other day, finding what else I can wear that I’ve left (and didn’t really want) when I went to Sydney. I’ve started to wonder how on earth I’ve pulled the look. A big fashion faux pas. As I wear it with my pyjamas, it looked like a very loose shirt dress, no shape whatsoever. It is way too long for it’s width though. I can never understand how they made this shirt. I remember owning another one of the same brand, which I believe was better fitting. It kinda grew wide after each washing but was a bit short. See what I mean?

I’m not a big fan of Charles Darwin, in fact I’d rather pretend he did not exist. But I cannot deny the fact that I love the word “evolution”. It signifies a process of grandeur change. I’ve started to embrace change over the past years, however hard it is and evolution is just the word that contains the positivism in change as well as the capacity of one to adapt to the change. Perhaps what it connotes it is not always something good but there are just words that seem to scream positivism to me. When people tell me I am crazy, I take it as a compliment. I know other people who react similarly and I love them people! I guess we’re just the ones who see the glass as half full.

My water colours finally came yesterday. They came in the form of two kiddie water colour packs. I used to have more professional ones when I was in high school. Or maybe that was sixth grade. I cannot really remember. But the colours, though of limited quantity, were of amazing quality, the brushes were fab and oh, I just loved them. But anyway, I was still happy because I’m simply picking up where I left off, not like I’m ‘maestro pintor’ of some sort.

The brushes I now have, I can hardly use as they were overly stiff. Try running the brush through your skin and you will definitely get scratches. I tried digging up for my old nice ones but I think I’ve shipped them over to Sydney, where I hardly paint so I had to settle for Chinese calligraphy brushes and a not so good one but better than the new ones brush.

I painted my afternoon away and whilst I used to hinge on the abstract and graffiti styles, I tried to paint pictures reminiscent of some Van Gogh paintings I’ve come across in the past. Perhaps Van Gogh did them when he was two. In comparison, mine looked like an embryo’s attempt at painting. I enjoyed it nonetheless and almost used up the 15 peso water colour. I still have one more set of colours to devour and a week to do some more artwork.

I have just been looking through things I have written in the past, most of which are blogs and I’ve read an entry around January where I’ve said that my life will definitely take a turn this year. I guess it has been around several little corners. This down time has been good and it ain’t over yet. Still have a week to go. I have the going-back-to-work jitters which I should ignore and will ignore.