A story of the Lonely

Lamentation, my dance of 1930, is a solo piece in which I wear a long tube
of material to indicate the tragedy that obsesses the body, the ability to
stretch inside your own skin, to witness and test the perimeters and boundaries
of grief, which is honorable and universal.
(Martha Graham, Blood Memory)

im so inlovce with martha graham…she’s like the dancer version of Frida Calo.. her expression of life through dancing is like frida calo’s morbidity…i can really feel the passion, the voice of the subject or the feeling talking loudly through her movements…..

ay nako..being so happy gets into my nerves sometimes…becaues when im happy..i don’t know what to do…when i don’t have anything to think about..i tend to become so lazy….it’s really wierd when one is contented with his or her life…you get to see the beuty of life yet you become bored sometimes….then you find something to enovate out of that contentment only to realize that theres no more to enovate…

im so use to the my everyday schedule that even my eating and tambay times are on schedule…at times, meeting my prepared schedulle make me really happy..i get fulfilled by it..

but sometimes i get use to schedules that i realize that theres no more time merely seating and thinking blankly..theres no more time to be incompetent…and when i finally break that schedule and find time to just buzz around…i tend to really mess up myself..

this is obsessive compulsive personality!!!