Thursday, January 1, 2015

Elegance

Happy new year from the comfort of my apartment.

Last night I was saying that New Year is very much over-rated because we're merely talking about the passage of time. Ten o'clock becoming eleven, Wednesday overtaking Tuesday, and so on.

But I feel like conversing and that first sentence was this occasion's version of Good afternoon how are you?

Me? I'm doing fine. Going back to the first sentence again, I'm living in an apartment now. In my own space since November last year.

It was about the same time I took on a new job in the same company. And that was right after I got my driving license.

And before the year ended, December 30 to be exact, I bought a new phone, which I'm using now to blog this (and which I used to shoot the attached photo).

All these activities, acquired possessions, and changes make me feel, well, good. Not because something's happening in my life but because I am making things happen.

2014's theme is open doors. And because Mel gave me 'The elegance of the hedgehog' as a Christmas gift, am making 2015 all about elegance.

But for now it's just a nice-sounding idea. No concrete plans yet. I think, unlike what many nice, well-meaning people say, I aim to create beauty on the outside so that it will affect me positively on the inside.

I do take care of myself but this time I have to purposefully create who I am. Don't worry, I know that true art conceals itself.

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Gained

What follows may undermine the pain of loss, of panghihinayang I suffered after seeing termites devour the spines and edges of my treasured books.

I say treasured, but in truth I didn't treat them as such. Those books were gone even before the pests reached them because (it hurts to say this) I abandoned poetry.


Two days later, when I accepted that some things are filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster, this happened:


Knowing very well that trolls, bots, and fake identities are everywhere online, I doubled-checked if it was indeed Alice Fulton. My research showed it was her. So I followed, and in the same day:

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Private

It's easier to get into my pants than inside my mind.

Friday, November 21, 2014

Bag brag

My Hedgren Eveline tote
Excuse me but I just had another fashion breakthrough.

So usually the case is, at least for me I think, you watch runway shows then covet what's being modelled.

Tonight, I saw the Hedgren Eveline tote I bought last August launched in the Hegren Style Fair. They even showcased the same print!

Rawr.

The bag featured in the Hedgren Style Fair

Sunday, November 16, 2014

For what am I?

People do not love us for simply being us. As even ourselves have a flimsy vision of who we truly are.

We fall in love with potential, and that's okay, even recommended.

Because if not for self-improvement, what other use do we have for love?

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Upgrade

Smoothly, successfully downloaded OS X Yosemite
Seize the moment, live to the point of tears, YOLO. And when it is time to let go, let go.

Because nothing lasts. Material things, particularly gadgets, teach me, remind me this.

Recently, my Nokia almost died and I resuscitated it with a hard reset. Meaning I lost all data: contacts, messages, notes, et cetera. I had no backup, since the Nokia suite is not available on Mac—well I researched and there are ways to back up but it was too much of a hassle.

The loss wasn't a big deal. There is only one phone number important to me. Information I need to survive are saved in my brain.

I love my MacBook, I love Blogger. In my wildest fears, my laptop simply refuses to boot and all my blog posts are wiped out. I am both ready and not ready for that.

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Kids say

the darndest, most honest things.

So this little boy visited our office and invaded my cubicle.
First, he called one of my colleagues, "Taba!"

Then he asked, "Saan daddy niya?" referring to the pig in Angry Birds (which he was playing on my cell phone).

Finally, when he remarked, "Ang galing ko!" for cruising through a level in Angry Birds, I retorted, "Tsamba".

"Ano yung 'tsamba'?" he said in response, in all sincerity, with full attention and anticipation with the knowledge I was about to impart. Unfortunately, embarrassingly, I was lost for words.

Guys, how do you explain "tsamba"?