Something about how street lights hit the pavement.
Something about strangers remaining strangers.
Something about lovers walking past each other and not having anything to say.
Something about a lover and the nonchalant friend.
Yesterday Joyce celebrated her birthday at Craft, The Fort! It was a “Rockeoke Party” and Joyce sang a number of songs. The guests also gamely sang for her (I didn’t, don’t ask) and by guests I mean the likes of Rico Blanco, Monty of Mayonnaise and VJ Kayla, as well as Joyce’s friends. It was…
A maya song is playing at the moment. I had a blast!
And one of the most fascinating things about the oddest of people is that they really don’t know how odd they are; or how extremely entertaining it is to watch them talk, or even do nothing, from afar.
I spent the past two days (well, almost) at a friend’s place just hanging out and observing how he goes about his day. It’s always nice to people watch – I find it interesting how sensitive and understanding I become of the world around me just by opening myself up to the diversity of each and every person I encounter. And the great thing about having been in that very odd situation is that I found tangible normalcy where it was otherwise invisible.
Because at some point in the middle of all the oddity, I realized nothing or no one ever really is legit enough to be a point of comparison as to what or what isn’t odd. The kind of judgement that is rooted by spiteful ignorance isn’t fun – but it makes you think. And when you start thinking about the right things, they eventually lead you to the right perception, the right direction.
Anyway everything written above isn’t really related to the following pictures. And since most of you probably didn’t even get whatever point I was trying to make, (if I even had one) here are some of my old artworks:
I got home and stormed my stuff for old artworks… I realized I haven’t done enough art the past few months.
Because suddenly, in the middle of all the oddity, there it was - hinspiration.
My friends make fun of me for being very impulsive; like how I randomly got a tattoo on my birthday two years back, or how while walking in Trinoma I decided to get my ears pierced, or how I suddenly wanted to go out of town last night when we just were out in the city watching some band play.
It started out with just Jan and I having coffee, then we went to Quattro to watch a band play. We texted Chalk and Ate Faith to come through, and they did!
We went up to Antipolo looking for a coffee shop overlooking the city but that didn’t work out…so we ended up at McDonald’s. Hahaha.
So we parked the cars by the entrance…and since we were the only customers, I decided to stay outside. On the floor. By the entrance. Eating.
And wearing Jan’s backpack because it made me feel like a kid again.
I also danced like crazy inside the store, sang to the McDo song aloud and laughed like a lun because we were at the side of the road where you can’t see the view…just random, dark, scary trees that negated the whole point of us driving all the way up Antipolo.
Sometimes you have to do what you can to keep yourself from living life on autopilot. It’s normal to worry and do things on routine… but every now and then you have to make an effort to remind yourself that the only way you can truly live your life is to commit to it like crazy - may it be on your career, the relationships you have, or even just simply, preserving the kid in you.
I guess it sort of is in the same context as how conformation never led anything into greatness.
I find it really difficult that I get attracted easily. I don’t know if it’s because I haven’t had too many relationships, so I fall freely; or if I’m just very fickle.
But the sad thing is, no matter what the reason behind my being easily swooned, I always end up getting the deepest battle scar. Maybe it comes along with being carefree and all-out when it comes to love – or well, more fitting, romanticism – or maybe it’s just because I’m always stupid enough to believe in things that don’t necessarily exist in the world that I so boldly choose to tread. I believe in love too much, in people who are involved in it, and the possibility of success despite and in spite of all the odds. People tell me I’m stupid, reckless and indecisive…but chimerical I say - where we invest our love, we invest our life.