Friday, April 18, 2014

Maundy throwback / Black flashback


I wonder if those who coined the social networking terms “throwback Thursday” and “flashback Friday” ever anticipated any resonance with the Catholic world’s remembrance of the Last Supper and JC’s death on the cross. (Not that every liturgy and sacrament, and even the mysteries of the rosary, are not already constant recollections of past events.)

Reversible t-shirt, cK by Calvin Klein
Beanie, 5cm


In any case, religious or not, one cannot subscribe to the Delphic maxim “know thyself” without looking back. Not for a lack of courage to move on or for fear of turning to salt.

Polo shirt, Piazza Italia
Jeans, Maison Martin Margiela
Belt, Nautica
Sandals, Kickers, thrifted
Briefcase, Bally
Dirae necklace, Bosquejo


Though if you’d ask me, in these days of disease and infection, pei pa koa and alcohol would be more useful in my bag (even if one cannot emphasize enough the virtues of rock salt – in your food or your ice cream).


Golden are these days of silence and reflection. I would give it to kids who have just learned how useful the word No is. For adults, it would be Stop.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Religionless raglan


Pardon the paunch, but these pictures were taken in a rush: in between taking a shower and hauling things for a hospital vigil. Hence I forgot to pull in my tummy (not breathe), haha.


And no, I know what you’re thinking: the white spot near my clavicle is not any sticky excretion or manna from heaven (read: bird droppings). It’s toothpaste.


Looking at it, I now realize one of the walls of our backyard could have been used for target practice.


If only my metabolism could be as precise in achieving my ideal body shape. I know, I know. I don’t go to the gym enough and I eat too much McDonald’s. But that’s another story.


Not that I obsess about body shape (good health would be more ideal). Right now, taking care of my patient is more important.


Raglan tee, Uniqlo
Fisherman’s pants from Aldevinco, Davao
Sandals, Birkenstock


So I hope you pardon both my paunch and my state of disarray.


As with our backyard, things are still covered in rubble, dust, and ashes.


Not to mention, stray paint markings.


We are all after all, an Easter people. Regardless of religion.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Uphill climb


These pictures were taken last Saturday on a road trip to Tagaytay with the boyfie and his old (my new) friends.


The trip was planned on the side of a business meeting. Though it was cancelled last-minute and the weather initially didn’t seem to cooperate, we still decided to push through.


Needless to say, we didn’t regret that we did.


Besides taking in scenic trails, we were able to breathe the fresh air that only surfaces once one leaves the city.


Beyond walls and restrictions, skies expand wider and further than any skyline could.


I was convinced in the power of travel to deepen friendships.


Though we knew the trip was short and the experience temporary, we were reminded of our own dreams and wishes. (The property development we toured has a perpetual Christmas theme.)


The afternoon brought to light what we held as definite horizons.


Henley, Zara
Shorts care of the boyfie
Sneakers, Converse, thrifted
Belt from an Italian market


Who would have thought that we once again glimpsed what we considered dormant?


Sure, most of the trip was sugar-coated.


And we came “back to reality” once we returned to Manila.


But as I have always said, dreams and fantasies – once settled into habits – are not less valid.


If for anything, travel and recollection only make them more real.

My cameos taken by Barbie Aguas
See Draft of Shadows: Taal view, Tagaytay for larger images of scenic landscapes

Sunday, April 13, 2014

The vest is yet to come


This post was a bit delayed in its delivery because after taking these pictures of what I wore last Friday, my camera battery died and I had left my charger in Davao a few weeks ago.


Good thing that the charger arrived before Friday night - just in time for a little Tagaytay adventure with the boyfie and his friends on Saturday (my new friends as well).


It’s been a while since I went on a road trip. Can’t imagine we did that many things in a day: ate at Leslie’s by the Taal lake, went to view model units of a Swiss-inspired development down pine-strewn hills, had merienda with tin soldiers and Santa’s little helpers, dinner at a tea house, and cake right before a sweat-inducing massage session. 


Took tons of pictures, of course. Listened to music. For one companion, wrote over memories that were left hanging (literally and figuratively) in the past.


Though one other companion was just an infant and wouldn’t remember the road trip as vividly and as clearly as the rest of us, I’m sure she would be at the center of future stories remembered, told, and retold in her growing up years. 
Life goes on – many a great and wise poet have remarked. And for those with more years to look forward to, we should add: the best is yet to come.

Friday, April 11, 2014

In a garden there’s neither good nor evil


This is what I wore yesterday. The first time, I think, when I wore out these yellow boots, since they can’t help but make me even shorter than I already look.


As you can see, our small garden at home is in full bloom (even if the print on my shirt displays bones, though green): the red santan and white and yellow flowers of the lollipop plant.


I thrifted this pair ages ago, and have always seen the Couber. G label on racks. I love how sturdy they look. Plus I miss the mustard yellow and brown laces from my childhood.


I wonder why these flowers or the plant that produce them are called lollipops. They look more like corn, no?


Blurred in front of me is oregano.


Shirt, Energie
Jacket, Ralph Lauren
Jeans, Bench
Belt, Structure, thrifted
Boots, Couber. G, thrifted


I’ve never really had a green thumb. Remember your grade school practical arts projects? I think the only plant that thrived under my fingers were the kataka-taka (which only need leaves to reproduce)!


Here are the branches of the balete (which grew down roots from the air) waiting to be taken by the garbage truck.


Isn’t it strange that left unattended, trees grow out of control while wooden houses inevitable fall in pitiful disrepair?


I don’t know about you, but I still prefer full-grown plants to potted ones.


I still can’t help but feel sorrow for the bonsai. What more plants “thriving” in terrariums (terraria?).


Though if you think about it, wood and leaves are just made of the same carbon.


And leather came from the skin of animals. (As rubber came from plants.)


But enough with the chemistry and biology (subjects I wasn’t particularly good at, though I liked them – just not as much as physics).


Here I am at our “backyard”, where the tamarind and palm I planted more than a decade ago (together with the old avocado) are taller than houses. And where their spawn nonchalantly grow in concrete cracks.


No, not like pimples from sebaceous glands.


There are plans to extend and renovate the house.


Soon, I’ll be stepping not just on more gravel, but more cut branches and leaves.


Where oh where will I have my next pictures taken? lol


Not that we can afford the delay, since the (1980s) house really is crumbling. And the floods are not that far away.


With the trees go the birds and their songs in the morning.


I will have to find other places to draw inspiration from.


Shade under which I can write, and think, and read.