8 – Swimming

The chlorinated water stung her eyes. Daisy continued to grimace, holding her breath and paddling her arms amid graphic stingrays and intermittently exiting bobbing jellyfish. The clock’s numbers were vibrantly green and for everyone waiting in the pool hall, silence waiting for Daisy to come up again.

That should do it. One red bling and one blue, right? She dove down deep to retrieve the metaphysics, opened her sight side and slipped each bling around one elbow at a time. She started to feel pressure building up and the water was shifting to purple. She knew, she only had so long to carry herself back to the top.

The audience gasped. Would she make it up in time? Nothing was blinging. The tiny green flags that sporadically twitched began releasing scents of star anise. The animals started to exit. They’ve seen enough of this to know, they had won once again. Even Shady and Slime left carrying newspapers and bamboo fibre mugs filled with nothing.

Daisy was officially up and her yellow-lime green suit still had a bit of light going off. She carefully pruned her wet hair and felt a bit of black grease on the surface of her fingers, making her starved. Is someone going to bring me a ham and cheese biscuit? It didn’t seem like it. It seemed freezing. Off-putting, really. She shook her head in a frenzy.

Down at the disco tech, animals mingled with Others and creatures of all kinds. This particular store had been up since 1915, although only known to mankind since 2020. It became an entranceway for exportation. Stuff like new bed reclines or barbecued pork chop muffin tins. A disco tech was not so much for dancing anymore. It was a space for replacing products and services that required an elevated case.

Daisy only visited once a year. She brought two blings, hoping to exchange them for sweet lemons and grass seed. When she would be able to return home, she hoped to plant both, growing an aromatic space conducive to Each Other showing their faces once again. She missed them. When they left there were no more sarcastic antics, there was no more commenting.

Seventeen clutched her way through the jungly roughage, trying to bring sight back to her millions, in a way so they could both understand. Their relationship was deep, so deep that they barely communicated anymore. Thoughts were transmuted through IT or in sets of threes (the three most dominant voices in Daisy’s mind – Being, Artha and Manipura). It was hard to decipher love during digital warfare. She was right across from him, but they were a thousand years apart. He looked away, confused and horrified.

She sweated once. The mirror sang. They both waited for the reflection of Being; the union of Elevententeen.

Fighting is not complicated, it’s wrong. We should not resort to id. So, where does our ego belong?

Awareness

She positioned her face in the centre of the shot and when I saw it, my heart strings pulled for the very first time in long while. For the very first time in a long while, I felt proud to be alive, healthy and moving in a new direction.

Marketers run campaigns for many incentives. Whether to motivate and encourage or to stimulate an investment, what matters today is that campaigns produce an intrinsic value that over time will impact the course of history.

I know now, I could never be alone. I wish I remembered the elation I felt when I was offered the position. That feeling has gone somewhere on retreat and I don’t have the energy to take it back.

It feels like a giant culmination of effort, he said. We came out of the theatre and I heard him sniffle. He asked me if I liked it and I answered, it felt depressing. Only time will tell, should we just countdown the days? I counted down the days until then.

Start

Hi everyone! This is a story about being smart. What would you do if you could start again?

Day by day, she fought to stay awake. At night, facing the wall, she would see her breath come back, stirring her into place. Her gaze could only see an odd, black shadow.

It was the plague.

Napping feverishly on an ex-boyfriend’s mattress, my breath came to me, rousing my face like a messy mind. There was no odd black shadow, only the installation piece (University of Calgary, Faculty of Art, 2001) I completed about a red cross and red intersecting paint brushes. Over time the red morphed into a black matte surface, replacing the glowing red symbols with something different…

It could have been sound.

It’s taking years.

I gasped for air, clutching my heart as I stared into Kevin’s barren closet only to see me as a ‘doctor’, healing the world from every known pain of mankind. In that moment, my heart sung and I cried. I felt adorned, yet I was confused as to how this could have happened. How could this be a reality that I, Chona Fe, changed the world? Healed it, in fact. How could I be the charging force that put everything into place?

The only other time this happened, I was napping…again…this time at my aunt’s house in one of the empty rooms. (Note: Filipino homes always have empty rooms, they’re probably accommodating ghosts.) All of the 90s furniture, including a stark, reflective black master’s bedroom set had no meaning or design in that place. That place where I slumbered and was suddenly awoken by, myself. I think I was 13, sitting up abruptly on the right side of the bed staring at myself. Yelling. Screaming at the top of my lungs.

Stop!

I wasn’t looking at a reflection of ours.

My brother (Alan Abad) and cousins (Ryan and Vanessa Skinner),  ran home from the playground in the centre of the crescent. They heard me scream. They were horrified to think something terrible had happened. But nothing did. I was alive. I was not attacked or eaten by a monster in the middle of my slumber. Vanessa grabbed my shoulders, shaking vigorously and I blinked slowly thrice. “What. The. I…don’t know what just happened, but I think…I died and saw…a different person…in,” I couldn’t even continue. It was that bad.

Scared?

Seth Godin

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Hi everyone! Sometimes you just gotta use your own voice!

I shall embark on this challenge (which I cut in half BTW!) to pull myself out of this sort of induced slumber. I have lost all my vigor and it must be reinstated, so here goes two months-ish of creative and technical jargon; perhaps some continuation of Daisy’s adventures in, or should I say, at Elevententeen; some free and easy photo posts (you know, for days when I’m feeling too lazy to prose); examples of graphic art, logo designs and anything else I’ve developed over the past 3 months. I’ve been developing at the rate of a rabbit and gosh doesn’t that just leave some kind of dumb feeling!

I’ve been also introduced to a multitude of softwares and applications to which it seems even more bunnies are reproducing interesting strategies and concepts (of principles and ideations). It’s effective. This is the glory of creation! Making things to build things, systems to make duties simpler (they do that though). I will also be throwing in my works of progress (templates, sales documents and the sort), which I may add, are becoming more and more succinct every day. La la. So keep working, they’re supposed to evolve and eventually become final!

I am still testing things out aaand I’m not so sure insight selling is working (in reality), but maybe I will give it another month to see. It’s probably something that will take years to completely develop. Do you guys have any other tips or techniques? And, I’m sorry if I come across as negative, I think it’s my army suit and tank. And jeez, is that brigade still standing at attention, like they have been for maybe half a year, waiting for something to begin? Me too, me too my friends. I am starting to think this is all a sham! Sham I tell you! Sham SHAM SHAM! Well, let’s start one thing at least, here goes something –

*MAKE SOMETHING EVERYDAY!

*An ode to Seth Godin. Whom I barely know, but he has helped me cope.

The outcome of this assignment will be –

  • Improved voice in messaging
  • Happier disposition
  • Greater appreciation of my worth

PS – My intention with this blog was to work on said skills above, but it is now also to highly impress the right in the right should the right come through. But what I mean to say is, Universe, you sure throw a lot of coincidences and happy lookin’ faces my way. Is there a proprietary patent pending that I keep thinking I’ve developed, developing?

PPS – Project to come … feature video on ME & CREATIVITY. What is my process, what is it like, how can it be applied towards real world concepts and how can it be successful.

Ta-ta for now!

Night

Hi everyone! It’s weird how important points in life can become permanent as art. I took this photo (Glenbrook Middle School, New Westminster, BC) while on a jog. It captures one interpretation of Simpler & Larger quite accurately. In words, I would describe this photo like the feeling I had as a child with a high fever. It felt like the universe had swallowed me up and I became a planet. So big, my sight became distorted. I would look at my bedroom door and it’s imposition startled me. I tried to comfort myself by huddling underneath the blankets, but they too swallowed me whole. It was and still is, the scariest thing I have ever experienced.

“Life is a never-ending story with no plot, because it has been eaten. The depths of me. When will we forgive what has become of them? When is she thinking too deep that she cannot leave without men? Woe is becoming, not free.” – Chona Fe Canlas

Talk about the things that bother you, even if they seem too weird. This is the first step to creating a partnership. We deserve to know!