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Writing on walls
06th July 2008
Inspired by Stef’s Truth Thursdays. I can never get the day right though…
When I was in preschool, my family lived in a one-bedroom apartment in Sampaloc. My mom had all the walls painted pristine white in the belief that this would make the place look bigger. Of course my brother and I immediately grabbed pencils and crayons and started scribbling on those walls. Aside from the spanking that followed, I can barely remember what I wrote. I think we mostly did drawings. My favorite drawing subject was a shining sun that my dad said resembled a roasted potato with sticks poking out in all directions. Artistically talented I am not.
The walls surrounding me in my boardinghouse are also glaringly white and blank. My tiny room was allergy-proofed by my mom, so that must be why the color scheme is the same. Writing these on my walls is very very tempting….
Rita
I can do everything through Him who gives me strength.
Ilya
Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart.
Tarits
I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Pray.
I love to teach.
I have more than enough.
Wake up. WAKE UP. gising! Wake up. WAKE UP. bangon. Gising.
GET UP NOW!
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i too did the same when i was a kid. and look how i turned out!
Comment by marco — July 6, 2008 @ 9:31 am
marco… is that supposed to be encouraging? hehe.
you’re the graphic artist master and i am a humble groupie who cannot draw a straight line with a ruler. ah well. i can always camwhore.
Comment by Rita — July 6, 2008 @ 9:36 am
i scribbled on the walls and what followed was a good scolding. and still I am no better at drawing than when I started. sheesh.
Comment by Prince — July 7, 2008 @ 6:26 am
I drew on the ceiling, cause I was bitten by a radioactive graphic artist as a child. Amateurs. bah.
Kidding. I drew on paper. Bunch of brats you all are.
Comment by Dennis — July 7, 2008 @ 11:57 am