I can't wait for 2013 to be over

I just want it be over. OVER and DONE. But I shall be having my last hurrah for 2013 in two days!! 

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Airport(al)

It's 6:28 am and I have been sitting on the same spot for more than two hours at the waiting area of the airport. My mum sent some things through her friend who's spending the holidays in Pangasinan. Unfortunately, her flight is delayed. She was supposed to arrive at 3:40 am. Hence, the waiting and sitting and good thinking of me  of putting the Josh Hutcherson SNL episode and Downton Abbey episodes in the iPad. But I've only seen the SNL episode amidst the waiting. 

I look around and the arrival area is now filled with people, mostly family members of OFWs (Overseas Filipino Workers). This is one side of the airport arrival atmosphere that I adore. The other one is that the airport is some sort of a portal to me. 

My mum went to the UK in 2009 and ever since then, my sister and I have been going to the airport to meet her friends and get the things she sent through them or pick them up and drop them off to their destination. We did that for almost three years. I always felt melancholic whenever I meet her friends. I was hoping it is going to be her that we pick up from the airport.  I can feel her among them.Well, she always calls and talks to her friends after our introductions. Most of them, I haven't met (duh!) so I rely on pictures that my mum sent or just plain instinct if I can't remember their faces. 

Last year, my mum visited and I wasn't there to pick her at the airport. I was preparing for our exhibit. I was actually thinking of skipping our opening just to be able to pick her up myself. I've been seeing her friends arrive yet I wasn't able to "salubong" her. Nevertheless, it was nice seeing her the next day. 

Airports never fail to make me feel abandoned and melancholic. It's not the best of feeling yet it's something I look forward. 

It's 7:11am, still sitting on the same spot, watching people wave at their loved ones. It's 7:12am and I've got a ton of shit to do. 

Stop

Stop, stop and listen

Listen. Just listen and watch.

Just as I say stop.

A haiku submission for the subject Aesthetics. 

Super Duper Tourista

Since yesterday, I've been browsing through my pictures folder. Somehow, I always end up feeling sad and always nostalgic especially when I look back at last year's major event, the United Kingdom trip. I saw that there are still a number of unpublished photos of mine  that I intend to keep from everyone's eyes. 

I like being behind the camera. I like to capture the place and people and things rather the other way around.  Most of my UK photos compose of places and animals and infrastructures and my mum and Dave. I remember I hated it when my mum asks me to pose. It would only result to petty arguments. I just didn't like it. Or it's too Filipino, the "kodakan" thing. (But wait, I am Filipino!) Or I was just too shy to pose while people pass me by. (But I am not a shy person!)

Anyway, here I am, posting all of my "tourista" photos and I can't help but say thank you to my mum for doing the job of taking photos of me with the every tourist-y backdrop imaginable. 

 Firle

Bodiam Castle

Sheffield Park

Bluebell

St. Leonard's and Hastings

Basildon Park

River Thames Cruise

Westminster Cathedral

Shakespeare's humble abode

With Shakespeare in Stratford-Upon-Avon

Penrith

Penrith 

Scottish Highlands

Edinburgh Castle

Stonehenge

Stonehenge

Land's End

St. Ives

Dover

Harry Potter Studio Tour

Harry Potter Studio Tour

hahaha

Buckingham at Night

Picadilly Circus

London Eye

An afternoon...

during the Fine Arts Week of PWU...... 

Noel Soler Cuizon, Brendale Tadeo, Egai Fernandez

Noel Soler Cuizon, Arvi Fetalvero, Karen Ocampo Flores, 

Brendale Tadeo, Egai Fernandez

Twice is too much

It happened again. The second time.

I can't believe I fell for it again. I asked him why, it can't happen, the two of us. He didnt give me any answers. He just wants us to be friends first, for the second time. He is not ready for any "deep" friendship. He's fine tuning himself, fixing his issues. 

He's so selfish. And narcissistic. 

I was so ready to risk myself to a relationship even if it is so uncertain. I know I should never enter into realtionship that is so malabo but I should never turn down something beautiful. I weighed the risk that was him. For me, he was worth the risk. 

I was deceived. I was hurt. I am still hurt. 

Now, purging begins.

I would like to thank my bosses for being there for me for the past week. I love them for that.  

My first

I just saw my first ever LIVE PBA game ever. And it was awesome! Thanks to my friend, Lanie, for giving me free tickets. 

After watching Petron team lose, we headed over to Dillingers to cap off the work week. 
I saw people I haven't seen for quite some time and some of them, it was my first time to talk to them even though I've met them before. 

Lanie, Peachy and I ended the night at Whistlestop. 

Day four: He starts to text and then He falls asleep. Repeat. I think that action of his is on loop. And then he messaged me on Facebook, sending a link about quarter-life crisis. 

Just please stop.