Its gonna be my birthday, and since i already gave two birthdays to this city whom i have learned to love (though this city is till to love me, as for the scarcity of her daughters to show token of appreciation of my hard work (yeah, its really hard work pirating animes, mp3, and various softwares after and even during office hours.)
Its my birthday, and what better way (one among many, i should say) of spending it than being in the exhibit of four glorious women, the women of the Jumalons.
I have, and will always have fond memories for this family whom i consider the last Art Family in dear beloved Zamboanga. i miss being in their house that speaks nothing but art that is their life. They even invited me to paint my poetry (but i am a total failure with pens and brushes, i should admit). Long talks. Good Music. Cold Beer. Hazy smoke. The scene from the kitchen, with a small stream and the rice field...i miss them.
That is why, i am not going to miss this. Honest!
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