Imagine a butterfly wing that's the size of your metacarpals, carpals, and phalanges covered with skin and flesh put together. Imagine it red, spotchy and is weirdly shaped. Think of the shape as one of a leaf, with a with line that stretches across its almond-shaped surface. Now, imagine the whole butterfly, looking very peculiar with it's uncanny shape, fluttering the baggy wings with great difficulty. Now, imagine a cruel witch grabbing the poor butterfly and tearing the wings apart. Now, she has two leaf-shaped, paper-thin, canvasses.

The trendiest of the bunch would look like this:

Students go to school and had the privelege to focus on their lessons, without teacher distractions. They are not, ah, aroused by their teachers, and they are not envying their teacher's handsomeness. Nowadays, this is how teachers look like:

The worst of it comes from America's Next Top Model. Jade Cole. No, not the teacher, I meant the person. Hahaha, I just HATE Jade. : I love Mollie Sue. Anyway, for the sake of it, here's the pic.

Ah, what boy would NOT look at her teacher when she looks like that. He must be really insensitive and numb. Even in AA, I've seen these changes. A teacher back in the days would look like Ms. Moran, Ms. Barba, Ms. Molave (sorry :p) and Ms. Whoever else you can think of. The newer teachers, who are hired at once because of their degrees and alma matter (consequently, it's AA. Much of a coincidence? Ha.), are not at all like these older, honestly more sensible teachers. These teachers are *insert names :P*. Not all of them, of course, a lot of the the lot are pretty good of course, except for some.

Today, I met an SPCP teacher. His name is Edwin Leano (or something), and he's having an exhibit today. He's going to be with 3 more guys, including Kuya Jim (Orencio). I was invited to go there (Kamuning Road) but I fell asleep and forgot to tell my Mom. I painted a while ago and well, he came to visit the artists there. I do meet a lot of people while painting there. It's so cool, and all the artists are really, truly kind. They answer questions that wouldn't be even thought of being entertained in school. Especially if your school is as close-minded and pretentious as ours. The internet has been degrading the concept of nude. Nude is not at all all about sensuality and making love. Of course not. Photographers and painters alike portray nude without a trace of malice, nude as they know it would help them enhance their works. You can not, of course, draw or paint a portrait without understanding what is under those layers of clothes. Without the outline and the muscles distinguished, you would of course be guessing on proportions. People now look at nude with much contempt, people think of painters painting nude as malicious, if not artless. Why? What is under all those fabric? Nude, of course. It's the fault of the internet. I guess global warming cooled the brains of society. :

Anyway, I was doing this painting when Kuya Erwin came:

I loved doing the dress, it's awesome to copy satin. I didn't paint a picture with fontal nudity today, I'd do that next week dimwit. :) I wanted this dress done, so I chose this picture. After that, I drew this torso:

It took a great deal of patience to finish this. The yellow ochre was very dry and I was like painting dry brush. I was also afraid of using too much white, and only when Sir Andy spashed a huge deal of white did I force myself to smoothen it up. It ended up pretty okay.

The people there are really friendly. On April 29, there's going to be an exhibit in Baguio. COOL. And on May 1 too, same place. I want to go! But if I do, I'd be missing the Western Cooking Culinary Workshop at CCA. CHOOSE. :) Oh boy. I'll talk to my Dad about this. And oh yeah! Kuya Joey keeps on telling me that he wants to give me an exhibit on ONE condition, I sign all my works already. HAHA. Nice one. Well, I can't yet. I'm not even happy with it, why say yes? And I think he's totally kidding. =)) Hel-lo?

Anyway, because of the ah-nnoying heat, I had to take a break and get soft drinks. People, I drank soft drinks. Can you believe it? Oh brother. I don't drink that, and yet I did, and I was hungry. Boo, that meant more stomache pains. I was hungry, and I drank soft drinks. It's me and my lack of soda-science once again.

Then I went home, planning on reading Pride and Prejudice (it's SOOO long), and fell asleep the moment I layed my head on Mom's pillow. But that's after my cooking sinangag. What's with me today? I even ate RICE. I COOKED my own food. Cool. Something's definitely changing.

I dreamt that we went to New York. Mom and I. Wee. Cool. :> I aslo dreamt last night that I went to this secluded retreat house with my pals. And I did something horrible that my Mom is going to be mad about (I made my friend my beau). Then I went back to Manila and forgot all about it. :> And then, years later, a LOT of years later, I got engaged with the same friend, then ended up marrying a long lost friend. HAHA! That's very weird, I'm gonna write a story with the same plot. :> Trish would be happy. Oh well.

I'm supposed to be eating dinner, that's what I told Bo and Alex, but I didn't go down. I was writing this post. So now I'll really go down.

I can't believe how sneaky I am. Without even trying to be, I always, always, appear to be. No matter how noncholant I am, I always, always, seem to have a trick or a sneak up my sleeves. Why is that so? Am I too worried about saying the wrong things that everything appear planned? Or is it that the listener always see me as sneaky? Oh well, at least I know I didn't try to be sneaky. That's how they see me, then that's how they live with me. Parents. =)) I went skating today! But I'll tell you more about it later. Let's begin with my moment of rebirth. By saying rebirth, I meant the time I woke up from my slumber. I was born again, but still Catholic. I have a Muslim friend from Malaysia. I met her through fictionpress.com. I was reading the story of this girl who calls herself "girladdicted", and by some twist of fate, a twist that seemed to have slipped my memory, she became part of my YM list. I talked to her one time thinking she was this other (only other, in fact) girl who I met through a website too, who taught me stuff about the darling, but not so much, flashbox. I talked to this "girladdicted" and we compared cultures. Her real name is Nurul. She' really, really, ah, spontaneous and I'm opinionated. We have a link, yo. A link I tell ya. Anyway, back to the un-Buddhist rebirth, I woke up at around 8:30. Nanay Lily was scolding me for being late. Blah. Who cares, she just wants to show me that she's superior. Now, isn't that new? Like hell.

And I got tired after that and went away. Today, I painted another portrait. Asian model again, I know her from Hollywood, but I can't remember her name. I, being a stubborn perfectionist and rebel, did it all wrong. I tried to paint without looking at the sketch properly, thus twisting the face. She now looks like an old twisted Korean woman in a pout. Or maybe an aging Geisha. Whatever. I'll do better next time.

Here's the second that I did today. Actually, our target was four, but stubborn little me decided I had to make the exercises paintings of their own. Oh God, I was SO wrong. I should've gone there pretending I'm clueless, so I'll not compare. By that, I would surely have learned and enhanced what I already know from years back of study. Asshole. Here's the painting. Originally, it was supposed to be a European model. After doing the eyes (which I'm proud to say I did pretty nicely! YAY! It feels great!), I got some trouble with the nose. I was a bit tired and overdid it, making her look more Filipina or more mother-ish than the model truly is. She looks nothing like the model, only the eyes. I must learn to do proper portraiture. I got really tired I decided not to pursue it. If I do, I'll probably rush it and make it messy. I'll do it on Friday. My eyes had grown accustomed to checking the shadows and details of pictures! :D Yay! It feels REALLY fulfilling!

After that, at around 12:30, I left for Megamall. Mom and Arianne were late, they had to enroll Migo for next school year. The guy's gonna be in Grade 1! Yeah! And, guess what, they don't have whole day classes. His class is from 12:30-5:30. Ano yun pre-school? Ha. I wish he'd have the mind to transfer to Ateneo, but, the stubborn little devil don't want to leave his friends. WHAT. You'll find new friends! :)

I got to Megamall around 2 PM. Traffic was so slow and heavy, it was like, I don't know exactly what it's like. But it was so slow I would've sworn a bunch of thumb sized turtles were crossing the road and the hell of drivers are too kind to run over the primitive ancestors of the useless Ninja Turtles.

Mom asked me who I was skating with, I said "Sina Angel po, and sina Alex din nandun." I knew I should've said Pau instead of Alex, or the both of them na kilala ni Mommy. The whole time she thought I was with Alex Cadavillo. HAHA. Names and the common-ness of it. Anyhoo, I don't know how she managed to find out that I was with Alex Ramos' barkada, but I think she realized. I assumed she knew, since I call Alex Cadavillo "Cada". Oh well. Mothers are weird? :D Ditto. But it's fine, she just thought I did it on purpose, which I didn't of course. That's why she said I was sneaky? HA? WTF. :)) She made the mistake of misunderstanding me, I made the mistake of not elaborating. And why is it always solely my fault? Hay. Anyway. :D

I came across Gayle, looking very, very problematic indeed, after sighting Drew and Marci waiting near the escalator. I don't know why I didn't go to them straight, but a good thing I did since I saw Gayle. =)) She came from Galle! Hahaha! She thought we were going to Galle, si Drew kasi, HALA. >:) Ang benta, but god, now it's a proven fact that one should not listen to another when the other just woke up. They don't exactly speak from their minds, but from, maybe, their dreams? You should ask befor that another goes to bed, rather than after.

The people there were: Paulo, Leo, Drew, Cheese (Marci for those who blah blah blah), Alec, Ryan, Bo, Alex, Saso, Rica, Angel, Gayle, Lidi, Krizel and moi. Angel and Lidi came after me pa, and we met with Saso and Krizel at the rink. You should've seen Bo's special drink, it was awesome. It's like having a bit of every meal on the table in the most incredible, satisfying blend. The bone with bits of meat still attached to it, some brown liquid I didn't have the privelege of identifying, some noodles, yellow sauce, soda, egg? Whatever, it has everything one can wish for. You wouldn't need to go through all the trouble of eating them one by one, all you have to do is slurp it, with all the saliva of the previous owners, of course. Free kisses. POTEK. HAHA. Mag-isa ka.

We went to the Ice Skating rink and spent 21837 years waiting in line and bargaining with the cashier. It was a fucking P320 payment! Ha! We were 15! We must have a discount. They said they'll give us 3 free passes, and that'll still cost about 260 Pesos each. Hmm. We used the coupons for an hour instead. I came in first, especially gray haired because of the bargaining with the woman without a mind of her own, it all went to her fire engine red lips and bright blue eyeshadow. Yes, I noticed, standing there for 15 mintues. A breath-taking view indeed. My ass.

They came in 45393 years after me, I was in shoes, my stuff were in my sister's locker already. Haha! AND, when, finally, we were ready to enter the ice, they cleaned it. They had everyone go OUT of the ice, and when they did, they had 3 or 2 girls practice their routines! Oh boy. We had to waaaait again. Kasama pa sa time na 1 hour yung pag-lalagay ng shoes. TSS.

I had no idea how to skate. I would've killed the skates. I didn't fall...at once. But I did. A LOT OF TIMES. I was either trying to help a friend stand up, or trying to make a friend fall, either way, I always fall. =)) I was a meanie, I kept of bullying some kids outside the glass. Hahaha, I should really change my attitude toward innocent kids. Oh boy.

Paulo and Bo knew how to skate. HAAA. Pano? God. They were fast. We were all clinging to the bars for dear life and they were gliding. : Then we had choo choo trains 0435839 times! FUN FUN FUN. Arianne can skate already, daya.

We can't bring cameras inside. We're not allowed. We took lots of pictures. Inside? Yeah. Who cares what they say. =)) I had to put my phone on my pocket. FYI people, I don't do that. Heck, I don't even put paper inside my pocket. Nadah. Not anything. It ruins the line of the pants and I'm not all for that. Oh, all for the sake of the ICE. My cam doesn't have lots of pictures. Just some from the rink, and with the big animal toys. Ha, we looked stupid taking pictures, asking people to take our pictures. Mukhang hindi pa nakakapunta sa mall. Loser. Hahahaha. Sorry naman. The ride was cuh-ute.

Lots of things happened on ice, I can't remember everything. Ah! There was this kid dressed like she was about to head to some 1980s disco who keeps on going to Cheese, yiee. PIDO ka Francis. ;) She ah, touches his ass? Oh, God. : And she keeps on going to the guys too, I don't know what she was doing, but she was bullying them. They were gentlemen at first, not even reacting, ah, violently. But one can take only too much. Manunugod pa ang mga to. =)) I befriended the girl though! And her partner in crime! Their names were Alison and Sweet. Sweet. John Lapus is that you? Haha! Sweet ended up spending time with Alec Uy. Okay lang yan, I told him hindi naman sila nagkakalayo, and sagot saking "5'7" ka lang eh!" HAHA. Peace be with you Alec, we're friends. Shit, I was a bully. :-/ ALWAYS? Oh, God. Not quite.

Raia and I had a bet because Paulo was oh-so-at-ease. Sinong makabagsak kay Paulo ililibre ng donut. Not satisfied with the bet (a donut was NOT worth the trouble we were having, he was FAST, Jesus!), we upgraded it to a Starbucks. I tried to make a deal with Pau that I'd treat him a donut if he falls. Haha! But nah, we couldn't make him. Raia and I gave up. Agreed the deal was impossible, and went to Pau to say we give up. At THAT very moment, he slipped. HE EFFING FELL. Potek. Agawan kami ni Raia ng Starbucks. =)) I don't know who won? Hahaha! I was reaching for Pau and when he fell, I fell too (one of the many times I fell :). So is that a minus? Pabiton, WHY did you fall?

Speaking of falls, Ry asked me to make Rica fall. I succeeded, but I had two, ah, rather unfortunate consequences. Ryan fell too. And Rica had an elbow bruise. Oh. Huhu. Sorry! Rica and I were, guess what, discussing Debate Club plans! WHILE SKATING! =)) Nerds. Geeks. Whatever you want to call us. We need the calendar done and we need all the time we're to be blessed with.

Oh, and then I had to go home. =)) I extended pala for 30 minutes and I had to pay P60! :)) I wonder how much the other payed for? They stayed for much longer. My dear sister, Arianne, still, for some unknown reason, despise guys? She said she was okay with the 7 guys, but not Pau and Alex? What the. Hahaha, but she changed her mind and said she was only okay with my female friends. Whaaat. :D That's weird.

Angel, Raia and I were talking, we were planning for our May! We're going to SEP. Not sure them. But Angel's Dad want her to take Geom, and Raia said she might take it too. It's enigmatic, why I want to take summer enrichment, is that really needed? But hey, it helps! :D I missed Angel! And Raia! I miss II-3! Potek. I MISS MY CLASSMATES! Diana, if you're reading this, are we still on for Tagaytay? :) And, oh yeah, Angel and I are taking AFC. Finally, some physical workshop for my dead muscles.

Ohh, I fell asleep again at the van. Way. And the traffic was sharply deadly. It could've killed me. =) Our guess was that some politician is campaigning? If that's so, if I'm allowed to vote, I certainly would NOT vote for that man. Or woman. Whatever.

A few days ago I swore hatred towards skating because of Arianne's endless bablings. :D But I now know the fun that drove my sister wild. :D The last time I went skating was forever. Not really. Haha! When I was in Grade 2! WOAH. And that means, that's ah, seven years ago! Woah. It's fun :) Wild ice.

Here are some of the pictures we took:

Bianca and Drew :)
Bianca and Pau :D
The animals! :D With Bo, Rica, Gayle and Drew
The whirlwind couple ;)
My dear sister who stamped on their feet. SORRY!
Ah, spot the difference. :) Bo's magical meal.
Us without Angel, Lidi, Saso and Krizel. Mukhang bagong punta sa mall. Shit. Hahahaha. :D
Bianca, Alex, Saso and Krizel :D
Ah, AFS part-heads gone ice skating
Lidi, Angel, Gayle and Bianca

MORE PICTURES HERE!