An Artistic Memory

I took these pictures several months ago when I visited Vargas Museum in UP Diliman for the first time. Luckily 2 exhibits were on display that day and one of them was Ben Cab’s. 🙂 #fangirl


Make Up

I’ve just recently decided to wear make up. After 25 years of waiting I’ve finally decided that I was grown-up enough to wear make up probably on a daily basis. I’ve already got the basics down and yet I still utterly fail when it comes to “real make up” — those kinds that you wear for special occassions like parties and stuff. However, I do believe that practice makes perfect, always. (Ah, Elementary memories) So, I sometimes paint my face leisurely just to learn how not to f— up in doing make up. (Bleep! Haha.) 

But why is it that it looks good in the mirror but looks darn terrible on camera? Ugh! 

Yup, that sucks big time. I know. So I decided to have fun instead. Haha. 🙂

Now that’s better. Notice the toothbrush and the bathroom background? It’s because it sucked so bad I decided to wash it off after only 5 minutes. The difference, though:

Oh well, plenty of time to practice. Until next time. 🙂

Saonz. #girltime? LOL. 😜

* And for those pilosopos out there, I did not use the toothbrush on my face. I might be crazy but not that much, yet. :p 

The Price That All Men Pay

The price that all men pay. This is a popular riddle or code from one of my favorite movies of all time — National Treasure 2. If you haven’t seen the movie, go and watch it first then come back to this article so that you will know what the hell this article is all about.

Have you done it? Good. Oh, you’ve watched already? Even better. Okay, so to start off, why am I writing about such a grim topic today? Well, it’s because somebody within my vicinity actually did pay that price today. I actually feel awkward about this because the person I am talking about happens to be a classmate of mine in one of my favorite subjects BUT I have no freaking idea who she is. Yup, awkward! I feel bad though that I never even got the chance to get to know her nor did I even try for the past four months that we have been seeing each other once or twice a week. It’s also sad because she was so near the finish line she could technically taste the freedom. It’s sad and at the same time I can’t help but think, “Sayang.” What is more awkward was the fact that hours before I received the news I actually posted a popular line from another favorite TV series of mine — Sherlock, where the brilliant detective first came face to face with his nemesis Moriarty and tells him that “People died.”, referring to the Consulting Criminal’s latest BF by bombing innocent people whenever Sherlock does not solve a puzzle he has engineered. To this Moriarty sarcastically replies, “That’s what people do!” Imagine that post with the word ‘Logical’ typed at the bottom and a #reliving at the end. Imagine if you were someone close to the person I am talking about and you read that… the horror! Big awkward moment right there.

In all honesty, I never saw that coming. What is weird is that just minutes after I posted that status on FB I heard someone wailing in our dormitory’s hallway. She was mumbling something and all I can make out of it were the words, “Patay na siya.” I thought she was just watching a movie or a sad series like I was at that time. Well, I’m insensitive like that. But, I think that the two are actually connected. I honestly believe that the person I heard crying was a close friend of my (former) classmate. Coincidences, according to Sherlock and Mycroft, more often that not don’t happen because “[t]he universe is rarely so lazy”. And yes, I do believe that I and the Holmes brothers are right.

Tomorrow, her remains (ashes) will grace the halls of the College one last time and I can’t even pay my respects. The ceremony is at 9:30am-3pm. I have a make-up class at 9am-3pm. It would have been fine if we were holding class in the College tomorrow like we always do for a few weeks now because I can just sneak out for a while to pay my respects but NO, tomorrow our Professor specifically decided that we should hold class in Club Filipino, kilometers away from school! The irony, no less.

Death is really a price that everyone pays, a destiny no one can escape and yup, Moriarty, gotta give it to ya — it’s definitely what people do. Tonight therefore makes me want to think back on life, not just mine, but life in general. When the debt collector comes so suddenly as was the case with my classmate without even a single notice, you would really stop and wonder, “What have I done to make my life worthwhile? Do I have regrets?”. I also wonder for the person who passed, “Does she have any regrets?” I hope none. I hope she lived her life to the fullest. And I hope that she is happy wherever she may be. I do not wish the experience of loss on anyone but sadly, it is an inescapable truth that nothing is infinite. I do not even believe Einstein when he said that the universe and human stupidity are the only two things that are infinite. Nothing is infinite. Everything ends and is only renewed. Much like energy, it just transforms. So tonight, I want to believe that when her life ended in this world, it is renewed in another, hopefully something or somewhere better. I do believe in heaven so I want to believe that that’s where she is right now.

* Another ironic thing was that I was watching Supernatural’s latest episode entitled, “Celebrating the Life of Asa Fox” centering on the story of the death of a brilliant hunter, when I posted that status. A reaper also appeared in that episode. Gee, death is everywhere.


When You’re as Bored as Sherlock Holmes

Today I just had the inkling to binge watch BBC One’s popular series Sherlock. Many love this series not only because it is brilliantly made but also because it eases off people’s boredom, especially mine. Lately, I’ve been feeling bored lately. There is one episode in the series where Sherlock got so bored he fired shots in the wall of his “flat” (British usage for apartment). I can fire a gun. The first gun I practiced on was my father’s rifle when I was only 13. I practiced with his 9mm recently because I missed the recoil you feel once the bullet fires out of the barrell. I can understand why Sherlock did that. There is just something exciting about feeling and hearing the gun as it fires. I understand it so much that if I had a gun in hand I would have started firing. The only problem is I’d definitely get in trouble if I do that and probably have a permanent criminal record. 

Sherlock often referred to himself as a high-functioning sociopath. One major trait of a sociopath is that they are prone to boredom. Understandable. They think differently from others therefore they find everyday activities as boring and dull. That’s why sociopaths and psychopaths resort to more exciting and often dangerous hobbies, the latter often leading to criminal activities. People like Sherlock are dangerous when bored. You never know what they’ll do just to have fun. Although Sherlock is not really dangerous per se, the boredom might kill him sooner than facing criminal masterminds head on will. 

I am not a high-functioning sociopath, at least I think I am not, so far. But just like Sherlock, boredom is the greatest threat to my life. Maybe that’s why I now find many things around me irrelevant and annoying. I always hope that something new suddenly happens that will ease my boredom enough to help me get through the day. People suggest a hobby. What kind then? Running, sports? I’m not really a fan. Games, puzzles, maybe but then in the end they all get boring that I end up deleting them or not finishing until the end. Games are made of patterns and once you figure it all out the pattern becomes repetitive and it just gets redundant and boring. Many of the “hobbies” that most people have are actually boring for me. Either thay or they’re just too tiring or not my cup of tea. In truth, I have jumped from one hobby to another in the hope of finding one that actually sticks. So far, none has. 

So when you’re bored as Sherlock is, is there anything you can do aside from indiscriminately firing a loaded firearm at a poor unsuspecting wall? I do hope something wild happens soon. But then, they do say, be careful what you wish for.