It all started at Michael’s Part 2 (first paintings)

A couple more of my first paintings. They do not fall into any particular themes. They’re simply free flowing ideas that caught my attention enough for me to paint. I think the “head in the clouds” painting perfectly depicts my thought process (and my thinking face lol) at the time.

Which one do you follow the most?

Some of the hardest life decisions ultimately comes down to choosing between your head and your heart.

In an argument: being logical vs. being emotional

In love: heart saying yes vs. your mind saying no

Red flags in a new relationship: intuition vs. reasoning

In business: gut feeling advising against a new deal vs. common sense in favor of the profits

Encountering a conflicted situation: frustrated heart flaring up vs. calm, cool and collected mind

It’s always a constant battle choosing which one to allow to rule your actions. I guess using both equally is the best way to go. If only life actually worked so smoothly. #Reflection mode.


Heart vs Head

Fruit Basket Continued

After a month or so, I finally finished my mother’s last 2 requested fruit baskets.She was very patient and waited without any complaints. She absolutely love her paintings. Since I decided to add a background to basket 2 and 3, she requested a background for basket 1. Therefore, fruit basket 1 got upgraded with a light grey background. Enjoy!


One Lovely Blog Award

Wowzers, I’ve been nominated for an awesome award.

I opened my computer to sign on to and waited patiently for my slow computer to load. The page finally loads and the first thing that caught my attention on the screen read “I’m One Lovely Blogger, Dammit.” by the awesome blogger brazenescape, who’s name I just discovered is Eric. STOP right now. (Click on his name, follow him, then come back. I’ll wait.) Let’s continue. Assuming his post was a poem about awards, I clicked the link and started reading. As I read on joyfully, my face lit up at the thought of a possible award going around on wordpress. As I got towards the end, I quickly became puzzled as I saw my name listed. It took awhile to sink in and realize that I was being nominated by brazenescape. I had to double check 4 times, oh wait that would be quadruple times. Oh heck, I can’t even think straight with this much excitement. I need to gain my composure so I can follow these rules correctly. Here I go.

One Lovely Blog Award

The rules are as follows:

Thank the person that nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
List the rules.
Display the award on your post of the award.
List seven facts about yourself.
Nominate 15 bloggers for this award and comment on one of their posts to let them know you have nominated them.

Rules 1-3: Check. Those were easy. Here comes the tough part.

7 Facts About Me.

  1. I’m very private with my life and the things that I share with people. But lucky for you guys, I’m letting it all out on this self titled blog of mine ;-).
  2. Being creative has been a part of me ever since I can remember, going back to kindergarten. Being creative gives me a purpose and helps to relieve my stress. I don’t know if I will function too well at a job that does not allow me to showcase my creativity every once in a while.
  3. I currently work in insurance and let me tell you, I’ve come across so many different personalities so far that I can safely say that I’ve met everyone in the world. Okay, that might be too much of a stretch.
  4. I have a beautiful little sister who seems to share the same passion that I do for creativity. At 7 years old, her drawings are phenomenal, only one level past stick figures. I can never recognize myself in her drawings since I’m always terribly disproportional and lopsided everywhere.
  5. It’s always been my dream to learn to play the guitar. Recently a very good friend of mine gifted me a guitar as my Christmas gift. I’ve been practicing it every once in a while since. With the help of Youtube videos, I learned how to play jingle bells, oooh it would make your ears bleed.
  6. Why guitar you ask? Well, my dad had me take piano lessons for close to 4 years in junior high school. It wasn’t what I was into and I ended up quitting in high school. I always loved the guitar though.
  7. Now I’m going to re-read my response over again like I have OCD and beat myself up on not having chosen better responses. I suck at talking about myself. For some reason I always fear coming across as being conceited, full of myself or as a show off.

I would love to nominate brazenescape again, his work is amazing, but I wouldn’t do that to him. He would need to disclose 7 additional things about himself. That would be torture. But I will nominate these two bloggers who have been so kind to my blog since I started a couple of days ago.



The Things They Said… and My Replies (Read from top to bottom then in reverse)

“Don’t think about it too much”, they said.

It’s so hard to get it off my mind.

“It’s not too difficult”. They said.

Don’t seem that easy to me.

“In time you’ll know”, they said.

How long exactly?

“You’ll figure it out”, they said.

How can you be so sure?

“It’s just a phase”, they said.

Why is this happening to me?

“Maybe you can try to…”, they said.

Sigh…I need to solve this ASAP

“I have a friend that went through this”, they said.

Can you give me some personal examples?

The Mirror Is My Enemy

Mirror, mirror, on the wall

Here we meet again

You’ve seen me rise and fall

You’ve been the cause of all my pain


Thinking back to all my gloomy days

When I turned to you for support

You only showed your dirty ways

And broke the rope short


In my attempts to feel pretty

I turned to you in self pity

You turned around and showed no mercy

As you broke me down, made me feel ugly


Mirror, mirror on the wall

Here we meet again

This time I’m standing tall

Free of all my pain


For many years you were to blame

It was for the wrong reasons

Oh, how deeply I feel the shame

I was only battling my demons



Sometimes I wish I could be free like a bird or butterfly and fly away from the world. When times get so tough that I want to escape, I retreat into myself and reflect on the inside. But how lovely would it be if I had wings to flap and escape into the wind. If only for a day, I could feel the breeze and wander carelessly until I feel it’s time to return to reality. Anyways, I’m getting carried away, here’s to sweet freedom!


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