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MY HOLIDAY VACATION

Last December 23, 2016 my cousins and Auntie, Uncles, Grandma, and Grandpa

there are from Davao and they went to our house in Compostela, and we went to montivista to see the amazing and beautiful Christmas lights and we ride the Vikings and so fun and my cousins enjoy the ride. On December 24 , 2016 we wait until its 12:00 o’clock and we celebrate the Christmas in our house  and we buy some fire cracker and we welcome the Christmas spirit.

On last December 26, 2016 we went to Surigao and we went to tinuy-an falls and Enchanted river we enjoy swimming. And we went home.

And last December 27, 2016 my another cousins, Aunties, and Uncles and Grandma

We went again to the montivista to see the fireworks display on diwanag festival,

And that they is so traffic because it is the last day of the festival and on 28 we went to aliwagwag falls. And my cousins are enjoying there time to us and we went home.

And last December 29, 2016 we celebrate the Zaragoza family Christmas party we enjoy the Christmas party and we play parlor games and we exchanging gifts and and intermission number every family. And that’s all my holiday vacation…

Introductory Post

I might as well ask an artist to explain his art, or ask a poet to explain his poem. It defeats the purpose. The meaning is only clear thorough the search. Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter. If you hear a voice within you say you cannot paint, then by all means paint and that voice will be silenced. Painting is just another way of keeping a diary. Painting is the silence of thought and the music of sight.

I have an idea that the only thing which makes it possible to regard this world we live in without disgust is the beauty which now and then men create out of the chaos. The pictures they paint, the music they compose, the books they write, and the lives they lead. Of all these the richest in beauty is the beautiful life. That is the perfect work of art. 

I spray the sky fast. Eyes ahead and behind. Looking for cops. Looking for anyone I don't want to be here. Paint sails and the things that kick in my head scream from can to brick. See this, see this. See me emptied onto a wall. 

I dream my painting and I paint my dream.