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Both Sides Now is playing on my MP3. I remember someone while playing this, but it's not really a "someone" that I had flirted with, but just someone I look up to as a mother, a mentor, a great friend and a bad enemy (if the last one counts). There is this fantastic college Professor I once had while having the inconsistent time of my life on the Academe. This professor, a renowned Artist in my hometown and abroad, gives enough comments that could make me weak. I know that I had disappointed her in so many ways, she and the other mentors that tolerated my weaknesses in the field of Art. But what can I do now? I am trapped between the reality of the field and the emotions of my solitary being.
Although I must admit, it had not really come to a point that I want to give the field up until few weeks ago, I already felt the calling I am waiting for towards a different career. And Joni Mitchell, popped out of my mp3 player and made me remember Her- The Local Frida Kahlo. I know, I know, I think I hated her being formalist, but the times she made me realize that her life is a whole lot of serious things to deal with, I know that I would be able to appreciate Her.
And it's too bad that this is the only tribute I could offer.
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