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Everything is a scenic route, see? A landscape you will admire until it is behind you…
– Yorick Zahn [RP Madness]
Reality simply moves too slow that we couldn’t catch its magic. But it’s still magic.
December 31 2009
In a perfect world, waking up is rather pointless.

OH.

Hi.

Welcome to my world :).

(My first actual Tumblr entry)

Older Pt. 2

  • I never planned to be this old. I never planned to grow up. Not with the jobs or marriage or kids. In my head I will never get there, thinking that I will probably die before that time would come. Death seems to be a better end than life. I immersed myself in dreams of grandeur. I wanted to achieve everything while young. I always felt I am running out of time for my dreams.
  • It makes me wonder, however, if I somehow do achieve everything while I’m young, what else would there be left to want as I grow older? Everything would be a parody of things I wanted. I would be indulging in the leftovers of my desires. I realized then, that the fruit of one’s labor is the labor itself, and everything else is just scrap. And funny in this sense, I am thankful I haven’t achieved my dreams yet, scared of running out, not of time, but dreams.
  • -July 27 2009

On Beauty

  • When we discuss beauty, you have to keep in mind its definition.
  • Through my humble understanding, beauty is somewhat rare. In a world where mediocrity thrives, it’s refreshing to see something that pleases the eye. Perfection, it may be.
  • Do you know the golden mean? When I was in Drawing class, my teacher discussed that the best illustrations always follow a rule. The golden mean. When I was researching about writing, I came across “The Heroes Journey”, a tried-and-tested rule for every successful story ever told. Another golden mean.
  • It makes me wonder, therefore, what is beauty anyway? Is it the rarity that follows perfection? It seemed so. The human face is considered attractive through its semblance to the Golden Mean… If that is so, then everything beautiful is not only perfect, not only fine, but the same.
  • The question, therefore is this.. Beauty is precious because it is rare, but if you think about it, those rare pieces of jewelry are almost always identical. Do you, then, settle for one of these identical pieces when there is an abundance of imperfect little gems, all waiting to be recognized. They are flawed, yes… But unique.

"I Just Want To Be Different...

  • You know… Like everyone else…"
  • -May 8, 2009 (After coloring my hair and seeing it not work. DAMMIT)

Mirrors Tell the Truth... Sorta

  • Sometimes mirrors are frustrating because you look good in some while you look absolutely unattractive on others! I’ve often wondered why this is. Maybe it’s the trick of the light? Or how the mirror was made? But then you suddenly realize… aren’t people’s eyes the same way? : )
  • -March 9 2008

Bottom Sucker

  • There was a time when I talked to my dad and he said “We’ve hit bottom low, you know… So I know that there’s no other way for us but up.”
  • The words were meant to be uplifting. It felt good to hear, but sadly, I knew better. There is no such thing as bottom low. Maybe there is, but what we are, isn’t. There was a nudge in my belly that said,
  • “No Pops, there are 6 Billion more bottom lows in the world. We’re not bottom low… And I don’t think there’s a bottom.”

The Artist's Voice

  • “Artists are people who take courage in showing the pieces of the human soul on display. Even at the risk of looking mundane, redundant or stupid. They can be accused and criticized, torn from limb to limb, marked for life as a never-good-enough… But they have something to say… And by damn they’re gonna say it.”
Everything is a scenic route, see? A landscape you will admire until it is behind you…
– Yorick Zahn [RP Madness]
Reality simply moves too slow that we couldn’t catch its magic. But it’s still magic.
December 31 2009
In a perfect world, waking up is rather pointless.

OH.

Hi.

Welcome to my world :).

(My first actual Tumblr entry)

Older Pt. 2

  • I never planned to be this old. I never planned to grow up. Not with the jobs or marriage or kids. In my head I will never get there, thinking that I will probably die before that time would come. Death seems to be a better end than life. I immersed myself in dreams of grandeur. I wanted to achieve everything while young. I always felt I am running out of time for my dreams.
  • It makes me wonder, however, if I somehow do achieve everything while I’m young, what else would there be left to want as I grow older? Everything would be a parody of things I wanted. I would be indulging in the leftovers of my desires. I realized then, that the fruit of one’s labor is the labor itself, and everything else is just scrap. And funny in this sense, I am thankful I haven’t achieved my dreams yet, scared of running out, not of time, but dreams.
  • -July 27 2009

On Beauty

  • When we discuss beauty, you have to keep in mind its definition.
  • Through my humble understanding, beauty is somewhat rare. In a world where mediocrity thrives, it’s refreshing to see something that pleases the eye. Perfection, it may be.
  • Do you know the golden mean? When I was in Drawing class, my teacher discussed that the best illustrations always follow a rule. The golden mean. When I was researching about writing, I came across “The Heroes Journey”, a tried-and-tested rule for every successful story ever told. Another golden mean.
  • It makes me wonder, therefore, what is beauty anyway? Is it the rarity that follows perfection? It seemed so. The human face is considered attractive through its semblance to the Golden Mean… If that is so, then everything beautiful is not only perfect, not only fine, but the same.
  • The question, therefore is this.. Beauty is precious because it is rare, but if you think about it, those rare pieces of jewelry are almost always identical. Do you, then, settle for one of these identical pieces when there is an abundance of imperfect little gems, all waiting to be recognized. They are flawed, yes… But unique.

"I Just Want To Be Different...

  • You know… Like everyone else…"
  • -May 8, 2009 (After coloring my hair and seeing it not work. DAMMIT)

Mirrors Tell the Truth... Sorta

  • Sometimes mirrors are frustrating because you look good in some while you look absolutely unattractive on others! I’ve often wondered why this is. Maybe it’s the trick of the light? Or how the mirror was made? But then you suddenly realize… aren’t people’s eyes the same way? : )
  • -March 9 2008

Bottom Sucker

  • There was a time when I talked to my dad and he said “We’ve hit bottom low, you know… So I know that there’s no other way for us but up.”
  • The words were meant to be uplifting. It felt good to hear, but sadly, I knew better. There is no such thing as bottom low. Maybe there is, but what we are, isn’t. There was a nudge in my belly that said,
  • “No Pops, there are 6 Billion more bottom lows in the world. We’re not bottom low… And I don’t think there’s a bottom.”

The Artist's Voice

  • “Artists are people who take courage in showing the pieces of the human soul on display. Even at the risk of looking mundane, redundant or stupid. They can be accused and criticized, torn from limb to limb, marked for life as a never-good-enough… But they have something to say… And by damn they’re gonna say it.”
"Everything is a scenic route, see? A landscape you will admire until it is behind you…"
"Reality simply moves too slow that we couldn’t catch its magic. But it’s still magic."
"In a perfect world, waking up is rather pointless."
OH.
Older Pt. 2
On Beauty
"I Just Want To Be Different...
Mirrors Tell the Truth... Sorta
Bottom Sucker
The Artist's Voice

About:

What: Snippets, shenanigans and spontaneous outbursts from a jell-o mind.

Who: Jam - Scatter-brained artist, writer, wide-eyed dreamer, 22, searching endlessly for ways to live forever. (And those unforgettable peanut bon-bons she ate back when she was 6 years old).

Where: Philippines

How: (to use website) Click. Mostly Labeled, sorted by date. Expect Randomness, inanity and lots of sleep-deprived nights. Do not be afraid.

Some rules:

1. Stuff that belong to me are automatically copyrighted. Thank you ^^.

2. The rest will probably belong to someone else (unless otherwise stated). Copyright belongs to them.

3. Walk around and behave yourself. Questions? jammygolucky@ym.com will do the trick.

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