Thursday, February 20, 2014

My tie-dyed past

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I was planning to wear something different the other night for yesterday’s outfit (traded jacket for sweater), but one can’t really say what will happen until it does.


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I’ve worn these jeans on the blog before, and said that the resulting hibiscus-like print wasn’t intentional. But I haven’t really told the entire story behind nature’s DIY.


Sweater, Gap
Moon and fish (?) print shirt, HOM, thrifted
DIY tie-dyed jeans, Guess
Floral print sneakers, Converse, thrifted
Striped socks, Uniqlo


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I left the jeans in the house I grew up in, which was heavily flooded.


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The storm’s name was Ondoy, aka Ketsana.


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The typhoon hit full swing right after I got out of work. It was Saturday noon.


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You see, I rushed out, through the flood, to meet somebody.


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It was the peak of a three-week fling.


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What I didn’t expect, as I have written in a poem, was that I would fall for him.


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Not that the wound is still fresh, or that I would give that somebody a second chance.


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The memory has long faded. What I have left is the poem, the name of a scent, and these jeans.


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Yes, I admit, sometimes I still wonder where he could be. But no, it doesn’t matter whether he also remembers me.


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Most stains are ugly. If for anything, I am glad that the pattern on my jeans look nicer than whatever has faded from memory.


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I've long thrown away the soaked magazines.


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