Friday, April 17, 2015

Call of duty

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True to form, I am cramming again. First this blog post while breakfast is cooking. Then packing tonight before the movers arrive tomorrow morning.


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It’s been a hectic past two weeks. I have been a prisoner of duty and a casualty of a war that has not yet been decided.


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Not much choice but to march on, of course. 


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I must not forget how grateful I am for this diary-cum-blog for the brief respite.


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A constant ballast, no matter how haphazard, to remind me of my priorities.


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Oh, how I yearn for the day that I’ll be able to rest my feet while reading a book on an easy chair.


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Without pressure to finish the pages even though I have already set the remaining year’s reading curriculum.


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For while future victories beckon, memory is my unfinished battlefield.


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T-shirt, Calvin Klein
Chinos, CottonOn
Belt, Izzue
Boots, Dirk Bikkembergs
Top Gun Army Necklace, Bosquejo


Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Flaming gun

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I remember at our school paper there was a column called The Gunslinger. I don’t really remember what kind of commentary the columnist dished out (political, campus-based, social, etc), or whether its criticism cut to the quick. I guess only the name and its suggestive imagery stuck.


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I’m still told that someday somebody will stab me for my sharp tongue. Believe me, these days I rarely reveal my holster. You won’t even hear a click.


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Even if there always seems to be smoke.


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I don’t know what it is about my shoes or the way I walk, but I still manage to surprise people behind their backs.


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Or from the front. 


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I prefer things that way: peaceful and hushed.


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Every real menace creeps in the night. Or only glints in the sun.


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Five steps ahead, two reactions too late.


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I have shed skins so often, you wouldn’t know what form I’ll take.


T-shirt and belt, Izzue
Jeans, Uniqlo
Trainers, Helmut Lang
Guns & Goons necklace, Bosquejo


Saturday, April 4, 2015

Self-effacing Saturday

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Immersed in work for the past few days and weeks (both in and out of the office), I have distanced myself from my aimless, self-destructive tendencies.


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Though every now and then, especially while sipping a freshly brewed cup of coffee while meditating (ie wrapping newly bought books or stringing stones into already designed accessories), I find myself caught in stitches. Or should I say scribbles. I am almost writing on the wall with graffiti.


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I find myself inspired while engaged doing something almost mindless and repetitive.


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Other people resort to mantras, or humming, or unconscious singing. Prayer for the devout.


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It doesn’t matter whether you’re sitting down doing crochet or running on a treadmill: somehow these forms of activities all lead to a certain stillness. (Except, of course, if you’re the type who needs Madonna to get you between kilometers.)


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You know, like for computers you can only erase or wipe data by replacing it with meaningless script?


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If there were a color for it, it would always be white: all the colors of light present. Or white noise.


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As pure and single-minded as the fabric of Veronica’s veil: white amid all the doubt and disbelief.


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How else would imprints or messages stick?


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Whatever your persuasion: from beyond, from on high, or from the past. Every perspective is a Babylon of interpretations.


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All you need is to step back, forget, withhold. Then you’ll remember what it was that you wanted to write or sing about.


Oxford shirt, Uniqlo
Trousers, Muji
Belt from an Italian market
Shoes, Dr Martens
Madera bracelet, Bosquejo

Saturday, March 28, 2015

Dust on navy, hardy as brogues

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Finally, something recent. If I remember correctly, these pictures were taken this week – yes, I honestly can’t recall exactly when I wore this outfit.


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In any case, my hair is shorter now after a visit to my stylist (so I suppose before Wednesday).

Sorry for the paunch, which I still can't hide. But I'm happy I am slowly filling out this breath-shy shirt. More shirt ideas here.


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I haven’t really told anyone, but these brogues are actually for women (the shoe model is called “Elizabeth”, Made in England). Don’t really care. Once I wore them (the detachable triple-tongues detached here), I instantly fell in love. Patiently waited a few months till they were sold at a significant discount. My toes and heels still smart when I walk in them over my usual distance. Hopefully, they’ll relent soon, just as my other pairs of Dr Martens.


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Finally finished these bracelets this week as well. They were commissioned by my cousin. I’ve always wanted to create a black monochromatic piece, but thought to postpone it till after summer. As with many of my other designs for Bosquejo, demand trumps planning. 

Named the black bracelet Erebor, an obvious reference. And also because I was re-watching The Hobbit this week.


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Again, it’s Saturday as I write this. And the busy week is covered in dust. Or haze.


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Sometimes I forget to mind the dirt.


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March on, remaining days of March!


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Hopefully, I’ll finish all the pieces I intend to sell this summer. For those interested, the stones you see are onyx, smoky quartz, hematite, and yes, lava.


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Shirt, +J by Uniqlo
Jeans, Uniqlo
Belt, A.P.C.
Brogues, Dr Martens
Socks, Uniqlo
Erebor bracelets, Bosquejo


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Lacey and laced up, but definitely not lazy enough to let this post drag on.


Thursday, March 26, 2015

Spineless and yellow

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Nothing beats being called a coward. Yeah, you heard me right. I may be brave when it comes to certain things, but for the things that really matter, I take my sweet time. Amelie and her “strategems” come to mind.


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This time, I won’t reason out of the admission: promise I won’t get mad if you call me yellow-bellied. Excuses and alibis are my pitfalls.


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I stumble over my over-thinking. Hurt myself through my armor.


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My sights set too high, I risk the worst possible failure.


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But don’t expect me to suddenly wear a badge that reads YOLO. I may be fickle, but I’m not stupid.


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Impatient, that much is evident. 


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It’s easy to say that I don’t regret anything. (What else can one say, after the fact?) Through all my neuroses, I struggle with hope and faith that I hazard to call not unfounded and more than reasonable.


Double-collar polo shirt, Fred Perry
Yellow chinos, Bershka
Belt, A.P.C.
Boots, Dr Martens, thrifted
Delgaditta bracelets, Bosquejo