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On art class, dishwashing and BTT

I’m so excited. I finally got to sign up for the watercolor workshop in UP Diliman College of Fine Arts. Classes will run for four consecutive days, from 9 AM to 4 PM. As I failed to get into CFA last school year, well, this is the best I can.

Why only now? First off, most of the classes I find are far more expensive than this. Worse, it’s usually for just a weekend class. Second, it’s based in a place that’s near my place (all others were in Makati or way south). Third, well, I’m biased. It’s UP. :p Now if the UPB profs were teaching summer workshops I’d be more than happy to go to Baguio for a week just to study art. Hehe.

I’m also giddy because I was given a list of materials I need to bring. I love getting stationery and art supplies. Sometimes I get them and hardly use them. I’ve got the brushes and the other stuff on the list, but I may need to get a new set of paint because my current set is already dry inside the tubes. I can still use them, but maybe not for this. I browsed through the usual sources for these materials, and I’ve found what I need so far. With the exception of the paper (which I already knew would be expensive), everything was right on the money. I’ll probably go buy what I need this weekend.

Meditation
Doing a regular (if rather mundane) task such as washing the dishes can be relaxing. Before you write me off as a loon, think about it. Washing the dishes isn’t really a brain activity right? Your body moves automatically, freeing up your mind to wander. Of course you have to take care that the dishes won’t slip, or you won’t get hurt if you’re washing sharp objects. Still, it’s not like you need to really engage your brain unlike in cooking.

Wala lang. Naisip ko lang habang nag huhugas ako ng mga plato kagabi.

Booking Through Thursday: Age-Appropriate

Do you read books “meant” for other age groups? Adult books when you were a child; Young-Adult books now that you’re grown; Picture books just for kicks … You know … books not “meant” for you. Or do you pretty much stick to what’s written for people your age?

When I was a kid, my parents never really said I couldn’t read certain books. I never heard “That’s not for your age” or something similar. I guess that made me open to reading everything I can get my hands on. I’d think a book isn’t “for me” halfway through reading it. Usually, it’s more on how I feel that determines it.

At the age of eight I was reading Edith Hamilton’s Greek Mythology and loved it. At the age of thirty I still browse through the YA section of the bookstore to look for good reads. The openness and lack of restrictions when it comes to reading made me realize early on what I liked and what I didn’t. I didn’t care if it were age-appropriate or not. So long as I liked it, I’d read it. 🙂

And this week’s impulse buy is also book related (as seen also on my Project 365)

Kitty bookmark on Ruth Reichl's book

Last day

Today is the last day I can say that I’m in my late twenties when someone asks for my age.

Tomorrow, I shall join the ranks of the thirty and thirty-somethings.

They say thirty is the new twenty. Like it’s when you start to be more mature and adult. Um… I’ll have to see it to believe it.

In the meantime, no profound entries. Maybe tomorrow. I’m just gonna sit here and read.