The year 2011 was a pretty good year for me. Was able to build strong bridges with the good company, met a lot of new friends along the way, and I also got the chance to fuck things up and burn bridges with the godforsaken traitors.
11) After a lot of scavenging trips to various book stores and magazine stalls along the streets of Avenida and elsewhere, I finally completed the Juxtapoz Arts & Culture Magazine 2011 series. Also repleted my dresser with a lot of art books to satisfy my occasional visual appetite. These set of visuals helped me a lot in understanding the different disciplines observed in the classical up to the contemporary period in art.
10) Hoarded around 30+ caps this year, and it doesn't necessarily mean that i'm a god awful materialistic person. I just feel ( I know it sounds pretty silly ) like my tiny brain is exposed to some evil mind reading rays from the Aliens if I don't have these things on. Caps make me feel secure, these are the little things that make my world go round, that's all.
9) Proved myself that I can make time and give time for what I really want to do. Despite the busy schedule in the academe, I still managed to burn and destroy around 28 hideous graffiti pieces across the Metro while exhausting around 128 cans of aerosol. Nothing compares to the feeling when you're taking it out to the streets.
8) The shit load of stickers that make up my humble collection is still building up and the year 2011 is certainly of no exception in making the numbers roll up high. With the help of some friends, especially Gasm / Spawn, Brain, Vermonyo, and Ghost, the size of my collection almost doubled within the 'Ver' months alone. Drool on these bad boys if you're a sticker junkie just like me!
7) Scavenged and bought around 70+ local and foreign records from Fully Booked, Jetpirate Records, Punk / Hardcore shows and some other record joints out on the Metro this year. Support the local and international music industry and start buying ( doesn't really matter if they are old or new ) original compact discs or digital records. Fuck piracy and those fucking torrents in the internet.
6) Last summer, I bought my first new old Japan bike. I repainted the bike Matte Black through and through and named it Raven. I named her Raven because the feeling I get whenever I'm pedaling and riding out on the streets at night is as close to the comparison of birds taking flight. Not always riding fast, but with this bike I can see a different and not so desirable side of Mother Manila at night.
5) New friendships with these Posi-Kids made me realize the value of keeping the edge and having a clean lifestyle. Definitely fused by our like mindedness when it comes to our undying passions in the differing avenues in visual arts and in music, we get along quite well. Always up for a good conversation and a good catch of laughs with these boys.
4) Started the year kinda sketchy out on the streets, but in the long run, "WE", the break away group, stood tall and rose above the "OTHER" group. When dedication meets discipline, and brotherhood meets passion, you'll probably stand your ground with that group for life. I'm proud of what we've started. I'm proud to be a part of the KMD family.
3) After 3 years running and running in college, never have I felt so welcome in a group until I became an official member of the Malate Literary Folio ( the official arts and literature publication in school ). We're the misfits rounded up in school. We're the ones who choose to stray from mediocrity. We're the ones who beg the answer to have another question. We're the company that your mother and father warned you about. The Malate Literary Folio is My Little Family inside and outside the university premises.
2) She's smart, she's witty, she's funny and she's pretty, but after a run of 12 months, things seemed to be a re-occurring dream. At first, I guess it felt like magic, then it felt kinda strange. With the year unfolding month after month, it was starting to be tragic, then it all boiled down to a cage. Through her eyes I realized my worth, and through those same eyes I realized that there's no love left for me in this big black city.
1) Even if I'm not that close to my family, I still fucking love them and I would still kill an army or two for them. Through the bright sunny afternoons, to the darkest mornings before the dawn, I will stand proud and spit out the last name passed on to me by my father.
It was one heck of a year blacking out and regaining consciousness again and again. Had a handful of loss and rolled a number of new relationships, it was still a good year. This coming year I will try not to think too much, I will try to stand up straight, I will try not to drink so much and I will try to listen to myself more often. Now I have 100 resolutions and I don't really have a clear set of solutions but I know this coming year will be my year for sure.
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