10.23.2014

1st day of Semestral Break.

        Procrastination struck me again, I have failed to post 2 of my blog posts that were supposed to be within the 1st semester  season, ohmygosh, now if I post them it’ll be a little out of date and boring.
         Well, anyway right this very moment I can feel this distressing and odd urge to write about the first day of my semester break, I am going to tell you right now that it wasn't happy but it was peculiarly atypical.
        I drowned to a complete silence with additional back pain, Due to frantic desire I have put myself in a very awkward situation. I consumed a pill and became hyper. Then, when I finally got hold of the chance to indulge in the place I want to be, I traveled back from time to time, seeing and learning things that added up to my knowledge. Had a trip around Italy and Rome, seen a person catching and trying to kill another person, entered Inferno, and used the breeze as my blanket. Jaw-dropping huh? I couldn't believe it myself either. You must be thinking I was just high, here’s what REALLY happened.
        Today, I went to school even though I know I won’t be seeing any of my classmates there because of the reason that we are already on our semester break, I went there (because I had to do something which is kind of irrelevant to the story so I am choosing not to write it here anymore) and should stay there until 3 pm. So, I arrived school at around 7 am, as usual, I waited for our 4-story library to open at 8 am, so it appears that, I will be waiting outside, where there is a surprisingly comfortable couch, so I sat there and to tell you I was so sleepy I wanted to lie down like I wasn't in school, but ethics are ethics so I bore the line of pain that stretches from my neck to my whole back for 30 minutes or so. A nice janitor came sweeping the floor, I asked him if the library, the Information Commons,  to be exact (where there are more couches and where you can freely use a computer with an internet), will be opened in 30 minutes, he said it probably will open because there are still students in the campus who may wish to use it, so I waited, after 15 minutes, after I have eaten everything that is edible in my bag, I stood up and realized that the thought that the library will be opened is a huge illusion. There are no students walking around maybe because they’re all taking their final exams and/or are preoccupied of the things they reviewed, and then there was me waiting for the library to be opened.
       I walked around reading through bulletin boards and going to the restroom in oddly number of times, just to see if I still look fine, and I felt like I was invisible. I felt like if there will be war at that moment I will completely be unarmed, I have no companion, I am alone.
      I felt gloomy and I wanted to read, the bad thing is that I didn't bring a book because I thought there will be plenty of books in the library so bringing one is not necessary. The weather was nice so I decided to have a walk to my little sister’s school to stay there and read children’s books because I really really really want to read. While walking I kept thinking of reasons to tell the guard why I want to go to their library, I came up with the reason that I will be doing a research for my thesis (next semester) and it involves scanning through children’s books, so when I arrived my sister’s school I told that to the guard and he believed it (he already even gave me a visitor’s pass) BUT another guard came along saying that I should have a letter signed by my professor proving that I am really up to a good intention BLAH BLAH BLAH. WTAF. All I wanted was to read, can you not understand that?! Ugghh. So I said “OK fine whatever” (in a nice way lol) and left, now I still had to walk back to my own university with the thought that this day is not going to go well.
      I was at my school again and I am trying to convince myself that I feel dizzy so I can have an excuse to go to the clinic and sleep. So, after fooling myself that I don't feel well (due to excessive boredom), I went to the clinic hoping they will let me sleep, the nurse asked me a lot of things to know the source of my dizziness, I was so nervous I can't keep my answers straight, she can't determine why I was dizzy so she gave me Bonamine instead so it will prevent me from becoming more dizzy. And I think I became so hyper because of that, I felt so energetic, I wanted to dance.
       I was so desperate to do something productive, so I went to the 2nd Floor of our library to check if it will be miraculously open, and it was. I asked the librarian if I can stay there and read even though no services were offered (like a student assistant in the baggage counter and an OPAC to use). And I was permitted!

I WAS SO HAPPY. I WANTED TO LAUGH AND SCREAM OHMYGOD AGAIN AND AGAIN.
      
          That was around a quarter to nine, I started to read about Film, Film making, History of Film and the like. I kind of dozed off for a couple of minutes then read again. I was so happy there were so many books to read and so many hours to read them. I ate lunch alone and went back to the paradisaical library. Starting from 12 pm to 3 pm I read Inferno by Dan Brown nonstop wishing I could finish it in 3 hours which is totally impossible. I read around 20 chapters and it felt like traversing in places in Europe. It was so eye-twitching; I thought I was an addict.
        It was time to leave, sadly, but before I left I took several minutes and sat on a bench outside and reflected on what have happened this day and this semester, the wind was flowing freely on my face, it was like the wind is wrapping my entire body. The wind felt so serene, like river water gushing on me, the place is so quiet, and it was so memorable I can still feel it right now.
       After that, I went home.

       Today, I realized the most precious things in the world come in simplest form like time, books and the wind. Who would have imagined that the day I thought that will not go well happened to be one of the most relaxing days of my life. Another thing is "An idle mind is a devil's workshop"it seems that I am proving that statement but come to think of it, I learned a lot of things, I knew what I was and wasn't capable of and I had fun. Time can be spent contentedly not only with phones, companions and money but also with silence and aloneness. So next time you have nothing to do, forget about your phone, do something weird, or just sit comfortably and observe the magic and the wonders of the little things. It will awaken your inner awareness.

7.27.2014

Aggravating situations. Pfff.

         There are times in my life that makes me ask myself, WHY? Why do people think like that? Why do people act like that? And I also answer myself, because that’s the way they are, that’s the way they were built, built by their own experiences and by their perceptions.

       Another question is why am I like this? Why do I think and act like this? The answers for that, I’m not sure actually. I answer my own questions based on how I see and answer others’ life questions. 

       Why do other people cannot see what I can see? Why am I often surrounded by people that aren't like me? Sometimes I think the reason is because I attract them, according to the Law of attraction. I actually am a positive person, really positive that sometimes I think it’s already quite annoying. I also am furtive, and it has advantages and disadvantages. I don’t like sharing my feelings, ideas and opinions with anyone (except my twin sister) because I’m afraid they won’t understand and judge me. Also, not saying what you have in mind pays the price of someone saying it first and having all the credit, occasionally good, occasionally bad.

      Now moving over to what I really want to release out of my tough heart, I’m not going to be that specific, as I told you, I’m secretive, There was a happening last Saturday that my block mates and I were told to choose officers in our subject, and the thing that is aggravating me is they chose my valedictorian-in-high-school classmate for president, whom was already elected for president in our previous subject. While I wasn't even nominated (my twin was nominated and elected, and I have no hard feelings about it) I am not saying that I want to be the president but come to think of it, why do they always think that my valedictorian-in-high-school classmate will always be worthy and capable of being president, I mean not everything is based on what you attained in high school. I am quite offended by what happened and I am pretty sure you wouldn't understand, I have high grades In quizzes and in exams, I recite as much as she recites, I am better in English than her, I have read more books than her (as far as I know, based on what she tells me) and most of it all, I have faced many struggles and challenges in life that none of them know and will ever understand. But in that moment, in that microscopic election, they made me feel I am less of a person because of her title. I DON’T REALLY LIKE BOASTING, I hate the feeling of it but sometimes people push you to the point that you want to slap them in the face with all your achievements and accomplishments.


     I always remind myself that this will all be forgotten, maybe not by me and my valedictorian classmate but I will always remember how they made me feel, and I will show them whom they forgot to give recognition, I may seem bitter and a part loser but this is what builds me, my experiences and perceptions. For now, I will stay positive and humble for I know, and what my father has instilled in me, I am no one, I have nothing to boast about, I am plain and inexperienced. By having that as my perception of myself, I must say that it will help me recover in this type of situations and it will help me stay humble and courteous. 

2.20.2014

Hearts' Day Painting


          1 week after Valentine’s Day, the Valentine rush has finally faded, well, how’s everyone? I’m pretty sure some are still floating through the magic and sensation of the month of love. A lot of sweet and memorable stories are still buzzing of what had happened on the 14th day of February, but if you are going to ask me, well, I cannot promise you a butterfly-filled-stomach kind of story but I must say I just jumped in a colorful thought that day.

         Colorful thought eh? I did what my heart have been telling me to do, you might think I’m a little exaggerated but every person has different kind of fears and one of mine is painting on canvass. Yup, for some it is just like a super easy thing to do, but not for me, I've been painting for like 5 years, I have given more time to watercolor painting than any type of painting and every time I see artists my age painting and presenting paintings on canvasses I feel a little out of date (?), I mean I feel I should have honed my ability to paint on a canvass way back then but I think guidance wasn't really beside me that time so yeah. Now, due to different kinds of inspirational signs, I finally did it! And the best part is I did not fail! I also decided to totally push myself to my expectations on the day of love, February 14!

        I don’t really know what to paint that time but since I love sketching portraits I thought of a visage with a pot and a stem, then I just played with its ‘’brain’’ with some significant drawings and made it flamboyant.




After 1 hour this is what I have come up and for me it isn't that bad, actually. But I felt quite sad for I didn't finish it on the same day so I had no choice but to continue it the next day, the 15th.





I started around 1:00 pm…



…after 2 hours…




Then I added a touch of majestic-like background, ta-daaa!



The next day February 16, I thought of having an easel but instead of buying one, which probably costs too much, I decided to improvise an easel with branches, like the one used as snowman arms, my twin sister helped me build it but I was kind of frustrated so I took a rest but when I came back, it’s all done!



We used a yellow yarn (since it’s my favorite color) for the knots.




      

  So yeah, Valentine’s Day isn't really just for lovers or for couples, that special day may also be used as a special mark for your love for art. So, to the people who doesn't have or will not have a date on the next Valentine’s Day, I hope this serves as an idea of what you can do for the day to prevent yourself on thinking of negative thoughts.