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.