Gel's Gallery of Life

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2018-04-23T17:40:00.002-07:00

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FIREFLY (Acrylic and Oil on Canvas)

2011-08-18T00:48:00.000-07:00

Firefly

Acrylic and Oil on Canvas

24" x 36"

August 18, 2011

Angelita Tenorio
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"will it burn me?"

i can't remember what he said,

but

he picked it up,

the tiny flickering light,

and,

he put it on my hand...

firefly,

i held a firefly,

he gave me a firefly,

firefly.

Bleeding

2011-04-13T09:57:00.000-07:00

Oil on Canvass

Angelita Tenorio

BLEEDING

"It's still wet,

don't touch yet...

beautiful isn't it?"

"why there's red,

there at the side of the tree,

and the water surrounding it?"

Smiling, she looked at him,

"I don't know. I am just a painter,

and I just painted your tree."

He looked at her.

Puzzled, he asked,

"is the tree bleeding? but trees don't have blood,

do they?"

"Why are you asking me?

It's your tree,

I'm just a painter..."

"You really are weird Legna," Joe said.

Smiling he examined the painting once again.

"So, I am the man standing beside the bleeding tree. And that,

bleeding tree is mine... Hmmm doesn't make sense."

"Yes, it doesn't make sense indeed,

it doesn't make sense"

Smiling,

she went to look at the work of her hands,

standing beside Joe.

FLU

2011-04-07T00:20:00.000-07:00

Flu is not as simple as we thought. It is caused by a virus and it is transferred from one person to another through coughing, sneezing, sharing of eating utensils and having a direct contact with people sick from it. Recovery can be expected in 1-2 weeks time, but there are instances when the infection may develop to life-threatening complications.

Children are mostly at risk because their immune system is not yet as developed as to that of the adults although, it affects all ages.

continue reading: Flu - protect your child

Fly and Soar High

2011-03-26T06:57:00.000-07:00

You know you can do it. You have the skills, the talent, the heart and the soul. You have what it takes to reach the lofty heights. The lofty heights-the very place where you should be. But… apparently life had other plans for you, or shall we say nature.

You are not at the place where you should be. In fact you are so very far from the lofty heights that you can’t even see it in the horizon. So very far, you can’t even imagine it…

How many of us, talented, skilled, expected to live a life worth of the gifts given to us, find ourselves living in mediocrity? Scorned and mocked by life itself?

How many of us, whine at life, at the deities and gods of this age, over our mediocre existence?

It’s very hard for someone who can do a lot of things to be rendered disabled if not useless at all. It’s very hard for an animal of the wild to live in captivity; to be imprisoned in the four corners of the selfish cage of egotistical people who feed on the pride of having captured and subdued a wild animal.

A person born for the lofty heights… imprison him, but never could you subdue.

And for this people who were born for the lofty heights and are rendered incapable and useless… take courage! Fly! Break free! Don’t let your soul die in mediocrity… don’t let your heart live in captivity! Get up; use all the faculties given to you. Have faith, to yourself and to the ONE who created you, and break loose from the bounds of mediocrity and selfishness of people around you. Fly! Soar high!

Futile (The Course of Life Series)

2010-07-21T06:18:00.000-07:00

However careful we are in our walk in life, however faithful we are in trudging our chosen roads, one way or another, ourselves will betray us, and will do something that will dramatically change the course of our lives. To control our lives is futile, for “ourselves” and life itself, are unpredictable.

We meticulously plan our lives, like an artist preparing to start creating his masterpiece, we make sure everything that we need is ready, and are within our reach. Our canvass, or the clay that we need is of utmost quality, and so are the other materials that we need in our creation- the rotating machine where we mold our clay must be working properly; the paints and the paint brushes are clean, flexible, and the best of its kind. So are we in our lives; how many of us have started planning what to take in college at very early age? How many of us, upon stepping into their fourth year in high school have started pondering on what course are they going to take in college? In which school are they going to attend college to? I am pretty sure, almost every one of us.

We carefully think over what course, in which field, are we going to take. We consider not only our interests, but also our chances in the job market after we graduated. And not only that, we also put into consideration the lucrative-ness of our chosen field after we start working. After pondering on what field we’re going to jump ourselves into, we consider the school. For most, their first consideration is universities. Those universities with established names and tested by time. Those universities wherein, upon mere mention of their name, you get accepted right then and there. (Quite a consideration for young people who most don’t have an idea, neither a glimpse on what life truly is.) And so the careful planning, the careful preparation, mislead with the idea that if we do this, we are ensuring our success in the future (I am not trying to discredit this process, which I, myself believe is the first step in being successful in the near future, I am just trying to establish the basis of my conclusion and opinion on the futility of controlling our life, much more, our future.)

And so after graduation, come the start of putting into action the careful planning and preparation that we did, for only time knows how long, for the working for our successful, achieving future. And so it is also the time that reality will start sinking in, to the very depths of our hypothalamus. But to most, despite of the reality, they would still faithfully, carefully, follow their planned course in life.

As I have mentioned at the first part of this writing, however careful we are, however faithful we are in trudging our chosen course of life, at one point of time, there will definitely come what we call, a turning point. And after that, another turning point, and another turning point, and so on. (Yes, life is full of turning points, that’s a reality most fail to recognize.)

Life is unpredictable. However religious we are in our walk in our chosen courses of life, we always, always, get side-tracked. Not always a negative implication, but we do. What we have planned to be us, ten years ago, doesn’t always come true. If it does, usually we are not happy, neither contented.

Our life is not our work of art, we can control the outcome of the plays that we write, the poetry, the novels and short stories; what we conceived in our minds to be our creations, we mold by our hands, and we get to create them exactly as we have pictured in our minds, but not our lives.

We simply don’t have the power to shape our lives perfectly according to how we want it to be. We are too complicated, short-sighted, easily swayed, emotional and readily affected by everything around us. And the things that are around us, everything of it, we don’t have control over. Unlike the paint brushes, the colors, the clay, and the rotating machine, we cannot control the very factors that are shaping our lives. We can’t control the actions of our love ones, our families, our friends, and our not-friends, in fact, even ourselves. As much as we cannot control what and who is around us, so us, many times, we just do things unconsciously (and without ulterior motives).

At one point, one way or another, we may utter a word, we may make a decision, or make a facial expression or gesture; we may make a wrong turn while walking, step on the break by mistake, board the wrong bus; everything we do, every action we make, everything, may cause a change of course in our lives. We just simply don’t have a control over these matters. The actions may be predictable, but not the result of these actions. We simply can’t do that. And because we simply can’t do that, then we simply can’t control our life.

To control our life is futile. In the first place, we are not meant to control our lives.
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If we cannot control our life, and we are not meant to control it, then, we are facing a bleak future. Right?

No.

It is to attempt to control one’s life, to control your life - that will definitely make you face a bleak future.

Why?

Till the next writing……

Fishing Boats at Rest

2009-03-08T01:36:00.000-08:00

Feet

2009-01-27T21:06:00.000-08:00

feet that have gone places, but still wanting to go to more places...

feet that have trudged uphill, bruised by stones,

walked the beach, bathe in sandy waters,

walked through the rain,

walked through the cold,

walked through the heat,

feet....

Love in still images

2008-12-31T20:20:00.000-08:00

It's 1 am....

2008-12-01T08:51:00.000-08:00

It's 1 am and I am still up... sleepy though but can't go to bed yet. I have to finish dressing up and updating my son's net gallery- Gean's Gallery. It is sort of his blogpage, but since he's too young yet to type, for the mean time I am the one managing it. But he'll be starting his lessons on blogging and posting tomorrow.

Every photo that you'll see in this blogsite is him... That's my son. It is how he sees the world... When he first took pictures, he used my sister's celphone that time, I was amazed. The pictures were extraordinary, they were beautifully taken. He just turned 5 then. We thought it was just a lucky shot, there were about 5 pictures I think, but we were wrong. From that day on, he takes still images of everything amazingly. Though of course, he's only 6 right now, there are times when he just want to click and click the cam, and would laugh at the pictures he took, (he thinks it's silly that's why) and afterwards he would ask me to delete them, or edit them. But yes, he has a great eye for still images, and I'm so amazed, that's why I have decided to share it to the world....

By the way, my son was with language processing disorder. He was diagnosed when he was 2 years old, and it was very hard for me then because the doctor said there is the possibility that he'll turn out to be slow in school, and he may turn out to be handicapped in life. She said I should lower my expectations. But after 4 years, with so much praises to God, it is as if he never had the disorder. He's very smart, he's doing well in school. He goes to a public school; the therapist strongly suggested that i should enroll him in a private school with a 10 is to 1 ratio for student to teachers, but I thought to myself, if my son had to learn to take care of himself, to outgrow the disorder, he has to go to public school, there I'll be able to test how far could he go, if he has already coped up with the disorder. In public school, there are about 25-30 student in a class with 1 teacher, and it is the ultimate test on a child's ability, haw far, and how fast learner he is. Though I'm prepared that if my son won't be able to survive in public school, I will enroll him in a private school. But praises to God, he's doing great in school, and so far so good. It looks like he has overcome the disorder.

Anyway, for anyway whose interested to know about language processing disorders, or children disorders for that matter, visit my Children Diosrders blog site. Children disorders are somtimes neglected because there are signs that we thought is normal for kids, but in reality are already signs of disorder. Visit and be informed.

Life...

2008-11-26T03:56:00.000-08:00

I have, for several times now, tried to re-invent this blog page. I wanted to write about my life, my thoughts, my fears, my pain, my joys, my triiumphs, my questions, everything that goes inside my head.

And when I try to start, I end up with a draft, never posted. And those that got posted, I was never contented with it. Those are not the words I want to write. Some maybe, but they are incomplete. and so I try to re-invent again. Hoping in everytime, I would finally be able to speak in this page... Only to fail again...

And so I'm here again, just erased what was here a while back, and re-invented this page again...
Hopefully, this coming days, I'll finally be able to learn to speak.....