Just got home from work, ears are bleeding from the noise, my pupils let out when I dismissed them. Feet and throat hurts due to hours of talking and standing in front of my class. Worst part is, having a discussion with my grandma about a topic that she kept going on and on about for days, I tried to explain calmly, but when she didn’t like what she heard, she just suddenly bursted and shouted at me, accusing me as the one whose shouting at her. HOMAYGAD. Why don’t you just blow my head off? I’m so tired from work, wanting to get home fast so I can rest, and then this is what happens? Goodness gracious!
Johann Ryno De Wet, Underland (2009)
“My methodology for creating images starts with writing down the events of the dream as soon as I’ve woken up. Sometimes I’ll make sketches to help me remember particular visual details of the dream. I use this information to look for subject matter in my environment that has elements matching those of the environment of the dream. I then use digital manipulation to combine different visual elements to create the environments and the atmosphere I experienced in the dream. This is an important part, as it is where I transform my vision into a tangible medium. The meaning of a dream is the most important part, as it forms the backbone of the project. I therefore focus on using dreams that have a lasting effect on me, or is meaningful to me in some way. To me life is an existential journey and dreams can play an important part in learning how to deal with the complexities of living and can help to see things from a different perspective. The materializing of my dreams into images is a process which helps me understand myself and life better.” - Artist’s Statement
“The world needs poetry now more than ever. It’s the only thing that can keep music from copying itself and sounding the same.”
It has been 10 years since we haven’t celebrated Father’s day. What can I say? there’s no one to celebrate it for. He’s been gone for too long and I don’t think that he could ever redeem himself, there’s no way to justify what he did to this family. Frankly speaking (typing) I’m satisfied just being with my mom and my brother.
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Being a teacher could really be tiresome, but at the end of the day, as I lie on my bed, all I can see is the smile on my students’ faces. It’s such a great feeling to know that they are enjoying and learning what I am teaching them. It’s my second day as a kindergarten public school teacher. I’ve been teaching for years, but this is my first time to handle a class of 5 yr.old pupils. I had a lot of crying kids yesterday, but somehow I got to tame them. This morning was quite different, there wasn’t anyone crying in our classroom, so we really had a very harmonious class. I hope tomorrow would be more awesome.
