Ciggy Ciggy!

transformation literally means going beyond your form
- Wayne Dyer

err... but i'm not going that way... yet. if you have visited my blog for at least once in your life and forgot how it looked like months ago, this is not what it looks like.

i visited karen cheng's blog and i was fascinated with the minimalism exploding in her blog. i am very attracted to minimalism. there is that astounding beauty in simpleness. i remember i wanted to design my humble makati ghetto urb space to like that of a japanese interior. but because of reasons i completely forgot, i completely forgot that goal. eh?

as i have mentioned in my pasts articles, which is mostly possessed by the sentiholic-melanchomental me, i am going to a fast-paced, gut-wrenching, nerve-wracking transformation. and recently, with all the mumbo-jumbo dimensions i am traversed to, like a drunk juvenile in stupor bathed in discolights and boogie bass rhythms, i felt a piece of myself growing in the middle of my palm.

with all the changes i have been through these past months i found a piece of me. its roots are starting to tattoo on my palm. i can't not have a firm hold of it. hence, i am letting it grow.

this transformation is not putting me beyond who i am. it is making me the who i am.

(and i thought i'd blog with less metaphors. grr!)

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