performance art “ibaon mo huhugutin ko”
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I choose this performance art because they portrait the concept of unborn.
Napakita ng performance na to na ung puno as person at ung mga artist ay ung humahadlang sa pag lago nya.
Maraming tao ang humahadlang sa kapwa nila sa napakaraming bagay hindi pa man natin nagagawa ung mga bagay na kaya naten ay heto sila at pinipigil tayong maipakita yon.
Minsan naman pag kakataon na ang humahadlang sa atin mga bagay na gusto nating gawin at pag yamanin ang kanyang tinutulan.
Ipinakita nila kung gano kadamot at karahas ang mundong ating ginagalawan na kailangan nating labanan kung gusto nating mag tagumpay.
“Am I truly free?”
The same question that bugging on my mind.
Being free is being contented for what you can do and what you can have. -mimi
In my own definition of being free I can actually say, Yes! I am free but when I look at the universal definition of it. (free/freedom) No! I am not free.
I said Yes, because for me being free is doing what you what and I think what I’m I doing right now is what i really like, I go wherever my feet lead me and make what my hearth desires.
No, in the way that I have limitation. I am tied up with my responsibilities to my family and my duty as a human being. I am bound with the norms and culture.
Especially I am not free in the eyes of my critics.
“The private things for me”
Don’t share your top secrets with anyone because if you yourself cant keep it, never expect that somebody else will -Shakespeare
May mga bagay na dapat sikreto lang pero hindi ko maiwasang ibahagi sa iba na para bang yun lang ung paraan para gumaan yung nararamdam ko, but it doesn’t mean lahat ng tungkol saken alam na ng mga tao kaya nga nauso ung skeleton in the closet well I’m not a tricky person so I prepare to shut my mouth and hold my tongue before i betray my self.
“Sound of silence”
Marahil ay nagtataka kayo kung bakit ito ang napili kong larawan ng sound of silence kung bakit nakatakip ang mata ng nasa larawan. sa totoo lang ang gusto kong kunan ay isang taong bulag but I dont have the courage to do that baka ma mis interpret pa ng ibang tao.
Nakikita ko ung sound of silence sa taong bulag dahil simple lang para sakin isa sila sa mga ignoranteng tao pag dating sa mga magagandang at pangit na bagay na pwedeng makita ng isang may normal na paningin para kasi saken kahit gaano pa kaganda ang salitang gamitin sa pag lalarawan ng isang lugar o bagay ay hindi mo parin ito maituturing na maganda hanngat hindi mo nakikita at nasusubukan.
Who i think i am?
Do you know who I am?
I am simply Jessa to everyone, my friend use to call me Yza, kulot, either boss or any name you prepare to call me because in the end they have the same meaning for me and it’s “An ordinary girl living in ordinary life.”
Who really I am? I will take this opportunity to introduce to you my inner self and let me step out from my comfort zone.
I am totally imperfect. I stumble and cry. I have my own evil side. I envy those people who have the thing I wish I have but rather I am perfectly thankful for everything I have. I don’t like those people who seemed to thrive on others misery I also don’t like those people who easily deceived by the looks so I don’t like myself either. I am a real stubborn I do what I want. I am hoping that a real happiness does really exist not like an ephemeral one. I am looking for abiding love and friendship. I always try not to disappoint someone but it seems like there is always someone who will disapproves me.
People often see me smiling, laughing and make some jokes to make others happy but when I’m alone and no one notice my existence I try to hide the tears and fake a smile so they won’t able to know what’s on my mind. I tend to be immature and happy go lucky person just to forget my problems. I try to be insensitive just to avoid hurt aches, try to be blind and deaf just to escape this fucking reality that can break my heart. I smile more to abolish the pain. All I want is to be heard and when nobody there to listen to my sentiments I find myself talking to Him.
I am a product of a broken foundation. A very common problem of our society but the roots of every problem don’t judge me because when you are in my shoe you will feel how it hard and how it feels. This is why I need to be tough, be a fighter and be a survivor.
The person behind my aspiration is my family they are the reason for my aspiration my source of hope though they cause me pain still all I want to do is make them happy and hoping that someday we will be coming home in the same roof. I easily inclined to cry when it comes to my family and any topic that tackle about family matters. I maybe hard outside but the mere fact is I’m soft inside.
My friends know me for being a bossy, demanding, dominant and for having a bad temper and I’m proven guilty. I am not lucky like the others but when it comes to the relationship to my friends I am more than bless they treat me as their siblings and let me feel that I have a second home.
I am selfish when it comes to the thing that I value so much.
I am a frustrated writer maybe because I am not good in expressing words. Everybody wants or loves to write but for me this is my passion, my shock absorber, and my stress reliever when I write I forgot everything especially the fact that the time has running so fast and when I write I can be the person I want to be and the best part of my frustration is in my own creation I can live there where is no pain, sorrow and anguish than to live in this damn freaking world.
I am not capable for everything but I know I can do something and I know I am ood for something I just haven’t proves it yet.
This is me.
This is what I got.
This is who I think I am.