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#1 amoensia

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Posted 03 April 2006 - 08:46 AM

Hi! Wow. the sticky post provided all the info I have to give. :D I'm Nazel and I'm from the Philippines. I'm currently an art student. I'm into graphic design since.... I was a kid? lol. Anyway, I just want to introduce myself.

Anyone here from the Philippines?
The darkness is death - we can speak, but we are not heard. We can scream but they turn their backs. We can run, but we cannot catch them. It is the dream where arms and legs won't work they way they should, and the air is too thick to breathe. Loved ones walk a mile ahead, forgetting to stop as we fall behind. This is the reality of the darkness. We are buried alive inside ourselves.

I'm a frustrated painter. My Gallery

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Posted 03 April 2006 - 06:32 PM

Welcome!
There are some nice works in your portfolio!

#3 nevadabadgirl

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Posted 04 April 2006 - 03:35 AM

Hi Nazel and welcome to DC!
You MUST be an Elite Designer to enter the contests. Please go to www.designcontest.net and follow the link that says "Love to Design" to get more information and the requirements for joining. There are NO EXCEPTIONS.

#4 amoensia

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Posted 04 April 2006 - 01:03 PM

thank you so much!!
The darkness is death - we can speak, but we are not heard. We can scream but they turn their backs. We can run, but we cannot catch them. It is the dream where arms and legs won't work they way they should, and the air is too thick to breathe. Loved ones walk a mile ahead, forgetting to stop as we fall behind. This is the reality of the darkness. We are buried alive inside ourselves.

I'm a frustrated painter. My Gallery




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