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Truth in Lies

Some of us live in the past, others in the present, some live in their dreams, and most of us, live in our ‘lies’…

I just finished the first season of Dexter (I managed to sneak a whole series this weekend, thank god); I love it, its truth, its reality, and its comedy. I always love characters that live in another world inside their heads; it reminds me of how I am most of the time. I guess most people would relate to his character, not in a serial killer kind of way but his loneliness, his emptiness, being an outsider looking in, and the fallacy we surround ourselves with for others to see. His character is more human than how he sees himself, but I love the way he is portrayed, and how he sees what is normal. With how the world has become, I’m not sure what is still normal and who else is telling the truth.

It reminds me of one of L Word’s first season episodes, where Jenny was writing about lies, that we all live in lies, lies told out of kindness, lies told to pacify others, lies told to preserve dignity, lies told to save face, lies that spares pain…white lies, black lies, little shades of gray lies…everyone is a liar, most of the time, we wrapped ourselves with too much lies that we don’t know what is real anymore, we convinced ourselves of certain things so as not to see the worse picture. We would always find ourselves in the dark searching for what is still real. It’s scary to find emptiness in it…scary isolation and vulnerability, but most people doesn’t see that when we laugh out loud and scream words in the middle of the crowd, we hide in a dark cloak like everyone else. Like Dexter, everybody puts a mask so as to be part of a reality, more like in the ‘Matrix’; truth covered in beauty so human can swallow better. WhatdoweseeLook around us, we are all covered in lies, photos in magazines, billboards, the television, these blogs, these words, my vague words seeping into the vastness of the net… you reading it…do you see the person beneath it? Scary isn’t it. In Dexter, he smiles at photos so he can blend in, I think everyone does it, look around friendster and multiply. I once saw photos of someone’s wake, the relatives are all smiles in the album, I wonder what they were thinking. Look at wedding photos, they hire photographers to take sweet moments, composed poses with awkward looking couples. I like wedding photos that tells a story, shows what is really happening than people stiffly posing with each other in their fake smiles, thank god there are a lot of new photographers doing photo journ style in weddings now.

Haaay…have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately? Sometimes it’s hard to look and accept what we see. Look at plastic surgery, human’s ingenuity to cover up what’s ugly, what a lie, but everyone including me would like a hand on it. I read somewhere that in the future we’ll have more ugly people than good looking ones, because it’s so easy to cover our imperfections, attract a mate with a false face, procreate and produce an ugly duckling. Oh my, what a world it’ll be ☺

I cannot remember the last time I felt connected to another human soul, most of the time when I get close to someone I seem to fly above the situation, question their motives and the truths behind what they say, it’s so sad. But who’s to blame, we reach a certain age when everyone is nice cuz of certain motives. A friend was complaining before that she thinks people are nice to her and befriends her so they can ride in her car, is that how people have become? ‘You work in an industry full of fakes and you become one of them,’ I heard that from someone before, I hope that it’s not true for everyone. People are forced to act a certain way cuz others expect them to. Sometimes it’s easier dealing with a cruel person, at least you know what you’re getting, like a warning taped on their foreheads telling you what will tick them off, unlike some people who’s so nice you wouldn’t know when they will bite, I know a lot of people like that, it feels like walking on eggshells being with them.

Anyway, back to Dexter, I like what was said about sex and being in love. It’s so undignified, the mating ritual, the mating call, funny, it makes a person look like shit when they’re in it. It’s been a while since I felt something for a person; I get queasy thinking about it. All the cheesy stuff people pull when they’re in love, sigh, it makes us look like worms in a vulnerable environment. But it’s hard to control when it arrives, no matter how much we cover it; it’s hard to compose ourselves. I remember the stunts I use to pull, funny, it’s so gross but there’s so much truth in it. It’s better feeling in love when we’re still in our youths, we feel more, we put out more, we cry more and we tell more…more exciting so to speak. When we get hurt and learn from our mistakes, it hardens us, matures us, hides us, freakin’ covers all the painfully colorful truths.

Humans are in a constant search for the truth, look at us, look at the things we watch on TV, reality shows, talk shows, documentaries, paparazzi photos, the things people do to see what’s still real, so that we can still feel alive. On TV we like it more when they air out circumstances like actors forgetting their lines, stars fucking up, showing that their still human, Beyoncé tripping on the stage, Britney cursing on reporters, Anna Nicole’s showbiz frenzy, Kris Aquino’s misses and hits, characters on Pinoy Big Brother airing out their laundry etcetera etcetera, the list goes on.

But it’s confusing sometimes, we go through such extent to look for the truth, but sometimes we’d rather hear lies, it’s easier to accept. Imagine a world were everyone’s telling you what exactly is in their heads, scary…I wouldn’t wish the powers to see someone thoughts, it’s haunting, I wouldn’t be able to act the way I want to…sigh, I gotta hit the sack, I have a world to paint tomorrow, I wish I put out more truth than lies, it would be easier to live without worries that way.

                            

The Silly Little Girl and Her Long Nails…

I always tell this stupid lesbian joke to my friends and it never seize to get an uproar of ‘eeews’ and ‘your so gross’ comments. The joke goes like, ‘What do you call a lesbian with long nails?’ the answer is ‘single’ :P, well, it’s actually really corny but it always gets a reaction. To those who didn’t get it, well go back to the green room and research on it!

Anyway, I’ve always had long nails back in college, changed it to different colors all the time that my nails would turn yellow already, I would go for nude, white, to really black, and nuns would always tell me to remove my black polish. One thing I always have on my organizer is a pocket nail file, and I would be filing my square nails when I’m bored in class. Then during my junior years I had to work on so much art stuff and production that I had to cut it really short, I’ve never grown them since. Until a few weeks ago, I’ve decided I want to sport the square nail look again, and I’ve been dying to have French tips. It’s easy for me to sport long nails cuz they don’t chip easily; I’d hurt myself trying to break them. The problem is I’ve had them short for so long I’ve been having a hard time maintaining them. I’ve had these square shaped long nails now for 2 weeks and now and I’m contemplating on cutting them short again. I’m having a hard time working on my computer with them getting in the way, I’m going to be busy the next coming days and I know I’m just going to have a hard time maneuvering with my nails long and hard. I’m always worried on scratching my laptop and now that I’m sketching again I find it really gross to have kneaded eraser getting stuck on my nails. Yogalisciouscopy_1


Sigh…what a problem, I know it’s silly but damn they look so nice and just when I’m getting the hang of it again I have to get rid of it. I find it really sexy having long French tip nails, from holding the spoon and fork, to sporting chopsticks, and holding a stick of cigarette. And then comes the perils of having long nails…soaps get stuck in it, lotions, moisturizers, bread crumbs, so on and so fort, all the gross stuff…then I always have to move slower so that I don’t hit anything with it. So now I’m just going to get rid of it and have it short again. Oh well at least its easy to get it to grow, and I find it much better typing with the soft pads of my fingers that the extended hard shells hammering on the keyboard… silly I know, but I just wanted to write about it.

Tick tock, says the clock...

Sometimes I wish I have Hiro Nakamura’s power to stop time…My life gets so busy that I don’t have time for life itself...they say I take more than I can chew, well in this fast paced world, that’s the only way to do it I guess, at least that’s the way I know how.Musicinblack

I’ve been surrounded by people with such dedication in what they do and I admire the stamina and staying power they have. I just don’t get how they do it; I get tired just thinking about it. They breathe and live what they do. I would be sleeping and they’d be up and awake thinking of new ideas, I would stop to catch my breath and they’d be doing other things bugging me to get up and about, whew! But I love everything about it; it keeps me alive and inspires me to make something of my life.

It wouldn’t hurt to stop time for a while though, so I can write what I feel, so I can feel what I feel, so I can ponder on life, so I can feel life, so I can smell the roses so they say… other than that I would love it if I can make the time to cook again, to go to the market and see the lush of green piled up on the vegetable stand, to fix up my apartment, to scrub the floors once in while and to clean up all the dust that managed to stick to windows for all the days that I neglect them. I’d also like to get a plant and tend to it, not like the last one I managed to kill out of neglect ☹ I’d love it too if I could just get a whole day to watch a pile of movies, read all the books and magazines that I manage to stock up for years. Then I can push time again, back to all the things I’m doing, and move in my own pace like I didn’t stop at all, it wouldn’t hurt if I’m not going to be left behind. Sigh, maybe it’s all time management, it’s all about organizing and scheduling right. Hmmmm, I wish time would be more extended, so I can accomplish so much without having to miss anything. I wonder how parents do it, it must be really hard,—work, love, life, kids, and to actually leave time for themselves.

Haaay, the perils of growing old, it’s fun though, painful but fun. It feels good to grow up a little, to be responsible in all the actions I take and how I become to the people that surrounds me. It feels good not to whine so much anymore, no use of it anyway…it feels good not to scream when I get agitated, it just adds stress…it feels good to know that I can control all these negativity that I use to entertain, after all bad energy just makes us look older so why waste time fussing about silly little things. I love the tvc I saw the other day, about what stops us, for me, it’s two things, the only enemy in life is time and ourselves… but there’s always a way to get around it…right now, I’m taking the time to breathe, cuz in a while I’ll have to open my eyes and start my day again…tick tock…hmmm gotta get some sleep now, so much to do, so little time…funny, I wonder when I’ll get a break to write here again…