when i was in grade three, our adviser took us, her pupils, to the garden in front of our homeroom. or was it a different garden? i can't remember anymore. it was too long ago. anyhow, she asked each one of us to draw the vista hovering in our midst thinking we were all future van goghs. i was dumbfounded, i couldn't even draw a straight line. i was sweating and panicking. but i was nine, too young to be jittery. i probably did miserably but i was not reduced to tears. i couldn't do any art, i accepted that fact by the time i learned how to write the alphabet.but the teenage beauty is truly exquisite. when i was young, tita wan was the uber-musician with the voice to behold. now she's this iridescent artist i simply adore.
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