Hi blog!

I turned 28 the other day, and I feel nothing about it. I got older, that’s all. It used to be a big deal for me, like I make self-improvement plans but now I just feel IDK.

My 27th year of existence has been 70% good. I went out of the country (alone!) for the first time ever, and I want to do it again. I’m still with my significant other, 2 years! that’s pretty long, how he’s still with the stubborn me is really something. I stopped smoking; there are times that I wanted to but my lungs, my health, is more important. I don’t fight with my siblings and our mother that much.

I can’t say I act like an adult now, but I sure act better than before. It’s crazy because I had this journal when I was a teenager where I wrote in full detail how I would die before I turn 20. Death creeps me out now, and leaving loved ones behind scares me.


28. Wow, I’m that old.


I no longer have patience for certain things, not because I’ve become arrogant, but simply because I reached a point in my life where I do not want to waste more time with what displeases me or hurts me. I have no patience for cynicism, excessive criticism and demands of any nature. I lost the will to please those who do not like me, to love those who do not love me and to smile at those who do not want to smile at me. I no longer spend a single minute on those who lie or want to manipulate. I decided not to coexist anymore with pretense, hypocrisy, dishonesty and cheap praise. I do not tolerate selective erudition nor academic arrogance. I do not adjust either to popular gossiping. I hate conflict and comparisons. I believe in a world of opposites and that’s why I avoid people with rigid and inflexible personalities. In friendship I dislike the lack of loyalty and betrayal. I do not get along with those who do not know how to give a compliment or a word of encouragement. Exaggerations bore me and I have difficulty accepting those who do not like animals. And on top of everything I have no patience for anyone who does not deserve my patience.

José Micard Teixeira

Singapore: Yayoi Kusama


I’ve been a huge Yayoi Kusama fan since I saw her work online, and I’ve always wanted to see at least one of her pieces.

Honestly, I didn’t make any plans weeks before I went to Singapore (for work), I don’t wanna exhaust myself after the tiring day of our students’ competition. I just wanted to spend my free time sleeping in. I need sleep more than ever, it has been a month and a half of barely sleeping because we’ve been competing online, too. So yeah, I thought maybe I’ll just sleep and stroll a bit to buy pasalubong until I learned about Kusama’s exhibit, and it became my top priority! I won’t go back to the PH until I see her art.


I had to check out my hotel room on or before 12 noon on my last day in SG which is fine with me since my flight back home will be 1 am the next day. I left my luggage at the hotel first and told them I’ll pick it up later. I was kinda reluctant to ask for that small favor until the frontdesk officer led me to a tiny room where they put all the other guests’ luggages and suitcases. So, I brought the camera (for safety purposes) and my backpack to explore. I regret bringing that much. The camera is heavy alone, and my backpack became heavy, too, as I put all the pasalubongs I bought on my way to the museum. I had to buy an extra bag because my backpack isn’t enough. Ugh.

I went to Bugis first, checked out Haji Lane, then bought pasalubongs. Went to National Gallery which is one station away from Bugis, then went back to Bugis to meet Isabel, then, together, we went to ArtScience Museum.

DSC_1079^National Gallery Singapore. They Yayoi Kusama-fied their building!
I was literally in tears when I saw this.












My heart is very happy :)