For the Love of Pinkness
Pinkcessdyosa loves spontaneity. She creates, thinks, and revamps her life with art of different forms. Now she has Tumblr to show it off in a nutshell.
Photos by CDSNadal unless otherwise stated.
For students who might delve into my most sacred blog (aka private chikahan corner of all random things on earth), don’t believe me when I say corny stuff. I’m serious in real life. REALLY.
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I do not post-edit. I have erratic grammar and I have random misquoted phrases.
Enjoy reading!
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Salagdoong beach is the cleanest public beach I have ever visited. Read more of my adventure here: http://bit.ly/lzGNPe #instaphoto #ph #summer...
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Emma Watson and Daniel Radcliffe for Mariano Vivanco
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(this is a repost)
I wake up at 4:30am during Fridays.
I had a good read yesterday from the Opinions section of the Inquirer, with the writer R.David stating the valuable time spent with the family during Martial Law, a crucial push’n’pull to the value of a certain historical turn that i wasn’t able to witness. If i was to delve on the topic and if, for a chance, I would comment on the state of the family during those times, I would then believe it was its prime years, with the family being close knit as ever, with kids knowing and learning the value of curfews and talks over dinner, with seeing your family just beside you all the time at certain points of chaos. If it weren’t for lost people and broken dreams of certain persona, and if the aim for power and corruption were just not evident with our leader then, we could have been the next prime country in Asia if not in the world. Philippines has everything, don’t we?
I also had a long conversation yesterday with a new friend named as YSL (for a lack of a better code for him). YSL was prolly the person who went past my EQ rate (although in reality I did have some wifi moments and SMS was a big help). I realized how the frustrations of artists and all that jazz can be literally diverted into a different form, that includes this form of art we were all trying to enjoy regardless of it being so different than what we envisioned years back when we were still all idealistic about life.
Sometimes though, long talks like that makes you gather all your principles and ideas, that includes how you make use of your life to its finest, may it be for the love of your family or for social service to those who most needed you. It also brings back old dreams of a life dedicated to theatre and the craft (goodbye PETA and my dreams of performing in the CCP and the MERALCO theatre), of lost dreams of becoming the next budding artist to grace the MOMA or the local museums and art galleries (goodbye Penguin Caf dreams). Lost dreams of having your own little art workshops to little kids braving whatever sickness there is. I have always had this love for the arts eversince I was a kid, and if not for the passion to showing the world my capacity as an artist then I would have stopped doodling and would have stopped showing the world how beautiful the craft it. Sometimes I think this new career of honing young minds is a blessing given to one who literally said no to this career for the sake of her love for art of a different form, but now having that long talk made me realize that although we may have bigger dreams then, this life now is so perfect as it is, with complications adding zest to what is blah to others.
