Tzaddi Esguerra
Freelance Artist
I am somebody with something very important to say. I just don't know what yet.
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Tzaddi Esguerra 2011. Oil on Canvas. 3x4 ft.
Archiving. The sister borrowed her friend’s camera so I took the chance to finally get a photo of my last oil painting. This was the one I did for this exhibit. You might remember from some of the photos of it in progress I posted months back.
Minutes before dropping dead on my bed last night. My fingers still found the chords after two years! Undeniably weak and squeaky, but hey,they remembered!
I was the lucky recipient of many confused looks when I showed up late for Filipino 2 class in my lab clothes with the distinct tinge of meat. Funny how my frosh classmates were far more alarmed than I was when I was staring right back at all of them in their slick ensembles and neatly gelled hair, just silently thinking “Did I miss anything?”.
I must have said that out loud because they quickly filled me in that everybody’s going to have to deliver graded speeches and a printed copy of it for our professor today. Today or no grade. No excuses. THE HORROR ON MY FACE. Never pull week-long absences, kids.
I was doing grand jetés from running home so fast. Stripped off my clothes and put on some slacks and heels and other whatnot, printed my only 1.0 essay from my last Filipino course. Thank God I still had it in my drives and familiarized it for 20 minutes before sprinting back to class shocking both classmates and my professor that I had the guts to strut back in, 10 minutes before class ends, in heels and a printed copy in hand and a willingness to not get a zero on delivery.
Bazinga. I think I did pretty okay for a 1-hr notice.
In other news, our law teacher treated everybody to balut eggs after all of the class got intriguingly high marks. I tell you, balut tastes extra faaaantastico under yellow street lights and with 30+ friends. And in slack and heels. Haha
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The Zombies - This Will Be Our Year
The warmth of your smile
smile for me, little one
and this will be our year
took a long time to come
You don’t have to worry
all your worried days are gone
this will be our year
took a long time to come
Know What?
For people who’ve been calling themselves your best friends for years, you’ll think they ought to know what’s good for you by now. Three exams tomorrow and they drop by for lunch and stick around with snacks and Sleepless in Seattle til dinner.
crashingpilot and madeofpixiedust, I’ve managed to get a few screencaps of our videos before we’ve written over it with our lipsynching. Sadly, this was the best screencap of our dumb pose series. All else was ablur with manic laughing. Tada:
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You Don’t Know My Mind | Hugh Laurie
won’t wash my clothes
Won’t do nothing but walk the road
Baby you don’t know,
you don’t know my mind
When you see me laughing,
I’m laughing just to keep from crying
(Source: cranberrycrawfords)
Tzaddi Esguerra 2012. Aquarelle
Almost forgot. I wasn’t able to post this because I didn’t bring a scanner with me. Haha. For the trade! It’s supposed to be you as Buddy Holly, nyebe.
The Four Day Sabbatical
Sad that I’ll have to document my life in bullets from now on. My 8 year old DSLR, which the family has fondly called Errol (after the poor Weasley family owl) has had enough.
Anyway. Ooh there I just nicked some photos off my sister’s phone. So. Over the past four days I:
- sat through the entire 45 minutes of the worst flight I’ve had. Ever
- had my first salon mani-pedi right after. An old friend’s treat - I don’t exactly look like I get one of these for myself. The pedicure lady was wincing at the 2 week old canvas stretching scalds on each of my knuckles like they’re the most hideous things in the world. OA.
- caught up with good old friends over coffee and ridiculously heavy dinners and lunches
- went on a movie marathon with our super cool tita and tito whilst emptying their fridge and pantry.
- delivered our cupcakes to the wedding in perfect condition with the sister
- kicked ass in sabbath school games after church
- bought a book at the world’s largest floating Book Fair. Really nice how those volunteers go around the world to bring knowledge, help and hope. I bought a crappy book as a keepsake. I was just Php100 short into buying this wonderful hardbound Art Nouveau book that had Alphonse Mucha’s work in it. Poverty.
- shared a beer with the sister and talked business and life to the wee hours on the voyage home because “we couldn’t sleep through the strong waves”.
Cebu City
January 25-28, 2012
Tzaddi Esguerra 2012. Acquarelle
Just got back from Cebu and I got me a new favorite thing!
I got myself a KOI water brush (It’s that black blur on the left). I tried it out over lunch yesterday and I love it. No more arguments with mum about getting everybody at home poisoned with me using our drinking glasses for watercolor painting. Still, Prang is non-toxic, maa. I’ve researched. Ants in the kitchen even like it.
Now I can paint everywhere!
Everybody at church yesterday was talking about Nikita so I painted a lady assassin. I let a few kiddos give my stuff a go because they were hovering around me. They managed to turn my 16-color watercolors tray into an all-brown one. But the KOI brush made it, so, yay!
I also did another sketch of, supposedly, John Mayer from this teensy window that displays the coverart in my music player while waiting for the boat to dock. But at this point it could still be any metrosexual. Haha. I kid.
I miss errbody!
Don’t let your heart be a road that everybody walks and comes right through,
be a sky that everyone wishes to touch but only stars stay on.
