I can’t believe what I just wrote as an introduction to my Visual Merchandising plate and it doesn’t even make sense LOL 

 Arts and Design School (ADS) is a college department of University of San Carlos which is home for Fine Arts and Architecture courses. Last year Advertising students of USC created a corporate identity design for the rebranding of College of Architecture and Fine Arts to Arts and Design School for the purpose of the expanding courses offered from the college. This year, as a continuation to the rebranding — Visual Merchandising - a subject course that especializes or rather focuses on the visual presence of a brand — reaches its hand back last year pulling the now-realised unfinished saga, to establish the newly rebranded ADS into a concrete brand. Through a Wayfinding System, ADS will strenghten its brand boldly - though a secondary effect from this project, it will cobenefit both the institution and the visitors, guests, students and school staff.

 A Wayfinding System will include unique icons that would best represent a designated area/place. It is an indespensible part for a wide and big institution. Moreso, a wayfinding system is not limited, in fact it is a science - a perceptible place’s perception will reflect from the design of its icon; positioning of the icons/signs should not disregard the visibility and convenience for these are the main keys - as a whole, with the interaction of the said two points, an immaculate conception of a system (a wayfinding system, that is) will bear. Thus, an occurence of fusion of science and art is witnessed. 

 As an enrolled student from this subject course, I hereby present my take, my candidacy, for whatever results may come, it’s in the instructor’s decision if my try of this wayfinding system will somehow coincide with science+art. But none to be worrysome for my efforts and mind have been in a torpedo to produce my very own humble wayfinding system. 

I gave my favorite psychedelic lighter to a friend who’s in some degrees of grief— 1. Heartbreak 2. She doesn’t have a lighter—it’s in good hands, no fear of losing it carelessly.

yesterday while I was scanning through photographs of our little yet merry christmas gathering with family. I stumbled to pictures of pop. I realized my loss. loss of a father that is. as much as how I felt blanketed with the supportive relatives who came and made us laugh (including me, of course) during the vigils I still feel lonely. I know people are used to see me alone and shoegaze a lot but this shit is real. I feel like something was pulled abruptly to me. pop and I had a very unhealthy relationship during my adolescent years until his health sunk, and that is why it breaks me. you know, the feeling of something you should have done before it’s too late and now it’s too late - it burns me. 

One morning of December it was. The sky was orange as clear as a fruit, clear and free from the audible birds chirping and surprisingly no flock of birds can be seen at fleet. It was simply an extra-ordinary morning in Canlanipa.

I remember I was in the gap between excitement and terror of another day in school. Everything is frozen and cold and sweet and energizing at the same time. Papa took me outside. On a wooden chair behind our aluminum door we sat. He brought his favorite Kalabasa (Pumpkin) and rice meal which is delicious despite that I am no fond of vegetables, and there we had breakfast and I was spoonfed.

Suddenly, he paused feeding me and sent his eyes up to the ripening heavens. Mystified by him, I gazed up to where his attention was anchored. In my eyes, the sky was indeed appealing and other-worldly but for me I thought it was just a sky. I watched Papa as the mutating skyline is bringing euphoria before him. I stared and on his eyes I see bliss and delight. It is as if his eyes were like candles bathing me with light casting away the shadows of the twilight I was in. In pure astonishment I asked him “Why is it that the sky is orange?”. In a second he grinned, his eyes locked up still he answered “When you were born the sky was exactly like this hence, it is your birthday”. As innocent as I was still, like a virtuoso daydreamer thoughts of fantasy travelled through my mind. I see a carnival, a life-sized candle-lit cake and a bunch of kids dancing and singing a merry birthday song. It was only December but sitting beside Papa felt like February.

Every single night when everybody as their peak of slumber, I would look up from my pillow and dream that though he is so far away now when I wake up tomorrow he’ll be there. It is like staring blankly to his pictures will be no use because on a beautiful sunrise Papa and I will be having our breakfast together and there in front of the rising sun, he will rise and we will be reunited once again.

Of the skyrocketing discoveries in science and technology, will humans finally discover who and where God is?

If humans were born sated will technology ever flourish?

Diamonds is the hardest known mineral found on earth. How about outside the earth?

Are parents nowadays has drastically changed looking back to the last decades?

Who will raise the country’s economy and ways of living up high just like how it were in the 70’s?

If time travel will exist soon would it mark as the end of mistakes?

Will there be a cure for every incurable disease?

Who will be the next Jose Rizal or who will outdo his noble acts in this nation?

What happens when blood and water fuse?

Why won’t scientists invent a sleeping/waking-up switch for my fucking convenience?