Awoo awoo~

It’s been a while since I’ve last seen a..uh, piece of a totem pole of sorts while walking on the street.

What is it???

私の心はあなたのものです。

Love is.. organic.

It’s nice being sappy when everyone isn’t (yet).

Let’s go marathon Wong-Kar Wai movies!

Tailor’s marker

Pieced off and shattered and orange and gray.

Receipt origami

The luxury of boredom (or idle hands):

***

“Bored”?

Lucky you! Read Johnson’s  “The Joy of Boredom” to know why ^_~

Too late, it’s mine already

I meant this picture I stole:

But it’s weird y’know—no FOOD nor BEVERAGE inside a store that sells bread?

 

Breadtalk, Gateway–go check it out yourself!

Yellow roe and Activism

Hello yellow balloons! Your airy goodness fill up the world with such happyness— and across distinctions, classes, races, and age groups, too!

**

Hmm. 

WHAT IF activists used yellow instead of red in all their fights instead?

I feel that the color red is being so exploitatively used for such purposes. It’s so easy to fall back to it, to use that color that immediately provokes rage, passion, angst (plus everything else along that line). It’s just like how easy it is to get angry these days.

Like the total wholesomeness of the Cory-Aquino-yellow days, people could’ve appeared less aggressive against the government in using yellow. But this color’s optimistic hue could portray peace, and more hope for more Filipinos. Why not silently “move” the other true public by allowing them to hope instead of letting them wallow in self-pity?

Instead of attempting to “save” the people by badgering them with the sad truth, I think it’s actually more selfless of us to do acts that lead to happiness. It’s the one that takes the most effort, too, but it’s worth it because we’re still all that after that “happy ending” (or beginning) of our lives.

It’s a challenge to all of us to spread smiles, keep our hopes up, and live on amidst all the crazy things happening everywhere :D

EdT

It’s been a while since I got something from the post, and online.

Owing to the nature of my undergraduate thesis (Philippine online shopping), and the nature of my brain right now (procrastinating like hell, like regular graduating students), I decided to give in to something I’ve been wanting to for a really long time:

Perfume bottle boy wants a hug!

I got a good deal here– See, I can’t find this eau de toilette in major malls. Kuya was supposed to give this to me for Christmas, but he got me Moleskine instead because it was “cheaper”. So I ebay-ed it out of the blue one morning, found it from a locally-based online seller (eBay Philippines), tickled my materialistic self to life, and bought the item that same fateful hour. Our suking postman delivered it to me two days later. 

It’s cheaper than my brother swore it was in MOA–I checked it for authenticity, and yeah, it IS original (HAHA–this line made me literally LOL as I typed it, I’m not usually this finicky about “stuff”. This is how shopping and escapism gets that buried side of me, ugh!).

There’s this thing with me and scents that jolts back to the best (and worst) of memories.. Memories that are “richer” than other senses would allow me to remember.

So tell me, do changing or reverting “signature scents” really make people remember or forget things?

Remind me why

 

Sunset, graffiti, UP Diliman.

Those “CW days”

Lookie, the green thing! Ghost of Christmas Past!

The UP Balay Kalinaw is a very comforting, comfortable, home-y place to be in. 

A few steps away from this picture, one can enter a bookstore selling most of the Filipino poetry books I want to read. I went here to canvas for a book one of my “idol” professors recently released.

Somehow being in Balay Kalinaw reminded me so much of my “CW days” (creative writing). I’d hang out with classmates I’m close with from my creative writing classmates. I’d spend mornings and breaks just discussing with them the meaning of our stories, which part of our lives went into crafting so-and-so protagonist and antagonist. It’s fun being a CW major that way– you are “finishing an undergraduate degree” by contemplating deeply into things, or shocking people with the emotions of your written works no one every thought you could ever convey. You get to dissect all the people and things close to your life, and somehow figure them in with the theories you learned in school to create beauty and art through written works that many people can connect with.

I’m glad I’ve spent a part of my student life in those days of never-ending draft versions and free-flowing venues to create poetic justice.

Sanguine

Greenbelt literally redenned my day and made me soo happy :) Mabuhay Dear Poinsettias in Manila! They look and feel more.. merrier than other red flowers like roses. It’s cool how they cover more space; it looks like a bloodsea, or a sea of flattened cherries, or sparkling vermillion, crimson, ruby, exploding stars, or even nebula..

Floorflower

Is there such a thing? A floorflower (derived from the “wallflower”, someone excluded from all the fun at a party)?

There are moments when I prefer sitting on floors, quiet uninhabited floors and write and think. It doesn’t feel uncomfortable; sometimes it even refreshes me so much that I become somewhat “hyper” at the next class (after discovering a solution to a problem in my “Floorflower” time). 

 

Can diaries change lives?

In an errand to Gateway, Cubao, I got my brother this organizer, pseudo “life-changer” diary-book (This Diary Will Change Your Life 2009) by Benrik publications in UK. It has the Brit wit and humor in it; Kuya’s a sucker for all things black humor and “intelligent” so there.

I’ve been keeping diaries for, like, forever (haha, ok maybe since third grade only). Has it changed my life so far?

Yes. I get to rant, load, and release thoughts that impulse could’ve betrayed me with. I could pretend I’m Anne Frank sometimes, and read my past “selves”, laughing at the stupidest moments I’ve had diligently “reflected” on as a kid.

I’m keeping this photo diary and a real one right now. It’s been eating my time, and I’ve developed some pet peeve whenever someone sneaks up behind my back wondering what I’m writing even if it’s not a diary entry. However, it’s been very fulfilling. I write and unload and be happy elsewhere–yes that’s what diaries fulfill the most I think. To make us forget of the fear of “forgetting” :D

Has it changed yours? 

Hooray, the rain

I like the rain, how it mushes down the pace of everything, be it psychologically or catastrophically. I think that people generally welcome the rain. Here in the Philippines, in schools or the offices, the rain lives up to be a pretty solid excuse to not go to class or work (“Ay nabaha ‘ho kami.” [We were bogged down by floods]). It’s gives people time to think, to take care of their mental selves, to stare out the window, wonder where their lives have gone by or where it’s heading, or whether to dump dude Z for former classmate Y..

 

Escapism through shopping also becomes common these days. See how crowded the malls are during rainy season:

 

Trinoma Mall, QC

Loaded and ready, rain or shine!

Mcdo Katips Moto!