Using a mans t-shirt (intimo) and adding and showing female details.
Created by: Wilma Empalmado Dadivas.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
bi-sexuality?
Using a mans t-shirt (intimo) and adding and showing female details.
Created by: Wilma Empalmado Dadivas.
It is all about a shirt...... Very Much Ashley
It is all about a shirt.
Very much Ashley.
Designed by: Wilma Empalmado Dadivas
It is all about a shirt...... Uptight Napoleon
It is all about a shirt.
Uptight Napoleon.
Designed by: Wilma Empalmado Dadivas
It is all about a shirt...... Mandarin Widget
It is all about a shirt.
Mandarin Widget.
Designed by: Wilma Empalmado Dadivas
It is all about a shirt...... Daddys little girl
It is all about a shirt.
Daddys Little Girl.
Designed by: Wilma Empalmado Dadivas
It is all about a shirt...... ChinaTown 212 ChinaTown 201
It is all about a shirt.
ChinaTown 212
ChinaTown 201
Designed by: Wilma Empalmado Dadivas
It is all about a shirt...... 3 Faces
It is all about a shirt.
3 Faces.
Designed by: Wilma Empalmado Dadivas
Monday, January 24, 2011
Two sided.
Two sides does exist in our everyday life, it does not matter if it as question of policy in our family, sex, lifestyle or political. In the matter of the last mentioned it is the hardest to have a voice heared as we all know. In our family matter is when our mom says one thing and our father does say another. As children we play alot of this game to get what we want. “Dad said that I am aloud to” when we hear that mom does not give what we want. In sex (althought seems like it exsist only for women), the famous nr. One fantasy of men is to have two ladies at the same time and they admit it, not having shame and with much hope. Meanwhile we women can be curious of making an experience with two men and instead of admitting it we tell a lie. Why can not we do as men? We would feel much better if we just say what we want. In our lifestyle is the matter of cities and culture we grew-up with. For instant.. me... west meeting east. Having two culture that is so different from each other... square meeting round. I have always seen myself as a lucky one to have the cultures inside me. In this way I am flexibility in differ situation, my view of seeing, and most of all solving a situation. But I have a big struggle inside me from both cultures in a situation like not answering back to an elder person when be shouted and I have not done something wrong. My asian side would say: let it go, just say: you are right sir/madam and move on, while my europian side would say: excuse me? And then when it comes to the political... there is the untouchable.. a one mans voice does not count..unless you are the president and better yet, the lover of the president. It is amazing how politic can make you so confuse with their words of promises for the country and its people while all they are doing is complaining about other parties. The result of that is my god-daughter, a 13 year-old girl that is wearing a pair of earings in biggest size of peace sign. She does not know why she bought it, she does not know why she choosed the sign. All she knows it that her friends thinks it is cool.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Transformer
Transformer
A boy, A Cube. A love story.
How many languages do we speak in this world? Languages that we need to speak to communicate, to be understood what we want, to know how to say thank you when it needed? A soldier. An adult that should know the information, the coordination where to go. A child that we find so beautiful, we are proud of, to be the parent to a beautiful child that is our and we are protecting from all harm that is and will be surrounded with. We look around and see what other parents does the same thing that we do. It need shout and communication from us adult to adult to protect them. To fight for them from all harm.
A boy- that is telling us what his parents told him about the history of his great grandfather. A dream that he believes could be a saviour to his present. And the adult does not hear him. The boy, when he knows what he wants, does know how to formulate what he needs to have what he want.
The boy gets what he wants. But the boy does not choose. The boy got choosen by the cube.
That is what I believe. The child choose its parents dipending on what he needs to have in its life. The parents that will guide and teach that it needs to be have in its back-pack to be where it needed to be.
A parents job is to listen to the child. To respect. To accept. The pass is in the pass. We have to accept it and respect that it has transformed us to whom we are today. We learn something from it, we do not forget but we do not bring it along to our present.
The child has always a mojo, a cube, a belief. Its carrot to take care of. And it is us, adults, parents that the child has choosen to push it for its belief.
Meanwhile the adult is keeping on making the word safe for the child to live on, the child is busy on preparing the parents to be his. Its guides, unconsionsless, hear that all the time, the information that is our list what to do. Not knowing why we are doing what we are doing.
The first inpression, the body, the hot body to be notice. And it is not us that is doing that... it is our future child that is ruling. Playing the music to dance for us as parent to enjoy the moment and create the child.
But what the adults are doing is to avoid the thorn on the roses branches while we are dancing on its petals because it can hurt us. They are the brakes. They are the ones that makes us uncontrolled. They are the mole.
Ones in my dreams I asked why are the houses looked so funny. A voice told me that it is not the house that looked funny, it is my way of looking at the house that is funny. Meaning, What you see is not what it really is.
A mother is the sensitive ones, that feels, while the father is acting to make things happens what the mother feels. In other world, the mother is working inside the house to make it welcoming while the father is the one that is making the house actually welcoming.
A human spices is weak and immature. We do what we have been told to do. We take orders. We are soldiers to protect what we believe in: to find a branch that is strong enough to build our nest and make sure it is far away from harm. We fight because we believe on what we are doing: to protect our children to protect their reason on why they are born. To protect the cube to have the future for their children.
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