~* R a i n b o w C h i l d *~ by Sidney Antolin

Archive for April, 2010

6 Years ago my room was like this.

April 24, 2010 at 3:38 pm · Filed under Photography, Photomanipulation, self

I was browsing back through entries in my old Xanga journal when I saw this picture:

wow. COLORS.

Today, my room spells nothing but MORE color.

with glowy textures to boot.

<3 siD

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Why’d ya have to be so cute? It’s impossible to ignore you..

April 24, 2010 at 6:35 am · Filed under Song

Skipping beats,
Blushing cheeks.
I am… struggling..
Daydreaming,
Bed scenes in… the corner cafe
And then I’m left in bits recovering tectonic… tremblings
You get me every time.

Why’d ya have to be so cute?
It’s impossible to ignore you..
Must you make me laugh so much?
It’s bad enough we get along so well..

~Imogen Heap Goodnight and Go~

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I love this song very much, so much.

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^_^

April 23, 2010 at 8:43 am · Filed under Sketch

It was an offer I could not refuse, two days ago, when he asked for my pic.

And the result? A masterpiece.

Thank you Jigs for making me smile today.

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Third Degree.

April 22, 2010 at 10:03 am · Filed under self

I couldn’t imagine anything more worse than typing “found” as “dnuof”, but I pretended I was not seeing stars.

Apparently in the middle of a midday task and my fingers have finally embraced the cold in a bitchy way, many thanks to air conditioning. The trouble to my fingers lasted 5 straight hours. My tolerance is huge.

Typing like this is no problem, but typing with an increasingly unknown torture is something irksome for a human person to take on a regular basis.

Firstly, it never dawned on them I have paper-thin skin. And along with a horrible condition called PMS (first day. please take notice) it is twice the pain. Secondly, any pain-melting medicine don’t favor any union with my body. They aren’t that much friendly so as expected, the damned thing made its regular oh-so-mundane visit.

In the last hour I suddenly craved to punch-kick combo someone’s face in a very life-like way. But since it’s the impossible and stolen pleasures are at the same time sweet, might as well enjoy what everyone’s doing that is usually illegal.

Not that I’m doing something illicit; just an extra amusement for pastime so that inspiration will seep in.

Of course, what better way to mask hostility slash wanting to hurt a person physically than peering over friend’s blogs and typing this and you know what else.

Ah. The perks (and cons) that working entailed and the many other things that keep us pseudo-busy. Like a wildcat, most days.

These good things, at least.

Fend off the distractions, my addled minded me.

Now back to work.

<3 siD

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