Wednesday, January 29, 2014

last words

I was reconsidering last night if I shall continue to ride the bus going home from Cubao. Last night, the bus ride home gave me one thing to think about: death. 

I sit beside windows when I ride the bus especially if it's a long one. Last night, I hopped in a JRMS bus because I really wanted to go home already. Usually, I would wait for an air-conditioned bus. But last night, I hopped in the third "decent" Bicutan-bound bus. To cut the story short, I moved away from the window seat three times int the entire trip because I thought those three times will cause a collision and I will die or suffer first before dying.

So after that three close encounters to accidents, it got me thinking what would be my initial reaction if I was caught in a bus-related accident. My first instinct would be protect myself using my trust backpack. Second, I'd probably, if i have a  few seconds to spare, I would position myself under the seats of the bus. Third and last, I would probably hold on to the railings. Stupid, I know. 

And then it hit me. I remember Sir Jef, one of my bosses, told me he's going to be involved in an head on collision, he would remove his seatbelt, and embrace the impact. And I thought, I'll do the same thing. I'll embrace the impact. No more agonies, no more pain. Instant death.

And this is where it gets interesting, if you know you are about to die and you have few seconds of life, what would be your last words? 

I thought about that too while riding the bus. I was contemplating between uttering,  I'm sorry and  I love you Mum. I was like, too dramatic. But then I it hit me. I found the perfect two-word for my last seconds of my life. 

Thank you. 

Sunday, January 12, 2014

Thursday, December 26, 2013

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!

Thursday, December 5, 2013

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. 




Monday, December 2, 2013

Stop

Stop, stop and listen
Listen. Just listen and watch.
Just as I say stop.

A haiku submission for the subject Aesthetics. 

Thursday, November 28, 2013

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

Sunday, November 10, 2013

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