Just found out that our condo has free WiFi at the lounge. I reckon there will be lots of Internet mooching from now on. Mwahaha! My only regret is not finding out sooner (curse my hermitic ways!). Have been using a visibility card (which is great, btw, but, sadly, not free) since moving in, but why pay, man, when things can be had for zilch? Thank you “Nice Guy from Sixth Floor” for the tip!
Foto from Web site Juvenal Sanso, Global Artist.
When I’m feeling a little blue, I try to amuse myself with beautiful distractions: well-written books, blogs, films both local and foreign (some my mom likes to call as “artsy-fartsy”), and Sanso.
Ay, Sanso!
How I love viewing your surrealism–paintings otherwordly, ethereal, sensual . . . eerie.
I look at your seascapes and it’s like standing along foamy coastlines and staring deeply into the very heart of beloved seas, where marine life glows in almost phosphorescent, electric, and heart-rending ways and the moon, always the moon, suspended as if between imagination and disbelief.
Naks.
I also love his bouquets, flowers that burst in a riot of colors against throbbing backgrounds of scarlet, ochre, and lapis lazuli. I am simply dumbstruck at his mastery and vision.
How I wish P would take his painting seriously and create–my God, to be able to create beauty of such magnitude that people are moved to happiness and hope! Isn’t this something? Isn’t this amazing?
May 4, 2007
SUMMER
By Juvenal Sansó
Summer, this window open to light the warmth . . . then and now are the fragrances of the “dama de noche”, the champaca and the inebriating sampaguita; added to the changes in moods with the cool dawns and the sunsets; there was such kundiman touché of sweet melancholy as the sun had bidden goodbye in a blaze and the lingering blues and violets that came after in the twilight . . .; when the perfume that the oils of the flowers released would make one’s senses rejoice. I have always felt the mood of affection and tenderness in this ambiance before the tropical night . . .
Wouldn’t you like to read the rest here?
Clipped this from an “expat” newspaper (see foto). 
I’m currently re-listening to the love song (”So Close”) from the film Enchanted and I’m so kinikilig. I’ve always been a romantic fool (made worse by my marrying another romantic fool–romantic fool ba o fool lang? He-he), but the truth is . . . everyone’s a fool for love, diba?