Passing by a window display, staring at the faceless mannequin, a sense of wonder touches me. Why most of the time that faceless thing wears an outfit classier than mine.
That awkward moment when it can pull off an outfit better than i can. So i tried to fit in all the sizes, trying so hard to replicate that thing and suddenly end up buying just to boost my self esteem.
That moment when i thought that fashion is all about name and not feelings.
How can a faceless emotionless mannequin tell me what’s good for me and what’s not?
I look into it and i suddenly see myself, a clueless expression covering my real emotions. The inner voice whispering that fashion is you, only if you truly feel it, not how others see you nor on how the trends define you.
Fashion is never wrong. It’s like the clouds that change its shapes and the sky that changes its color. To be engulfed by it is like eating a cake and licking an ice cream.
Some days they’re so sweet, some days you don’t feel it , not because your mood dictates your taste buds but only because you think time is the culprit.
It changes as fast as that ice cream melts long before it touches your lips so you better have it.
So different from Art that time is not a chief antagonist but a friendly ally. Fashion is an art, but art can never be fashion. Art is timeless.
So next time i look at the faceless mannequin and see a beautiful window display, i just smile. I know i will never be Fashion. I will always be an Art.
Staring at the blank moving wall, now called wallpaper, the memories keep flashing like a movie scene. I’m still in a state of confusion as to what usually follows after finishing the sentence not with a period but with a colon that never belong to a conjunction of a subliminal past and paradoxical present.
i truly cannot understand why a tinge of justification was needed for that fleeting moment of indecision or bad judgment. Nope, it is not to be judged, i know in due time it is only to be understood.
The truth in not knowing the value of the moment until it became a memory. That obsequious feeling of driving a wheel , disregarding the traffic rules inspite of knowing that dangers will be waiting for breaking the stone that rocks the cradle.
The cradle that was all taken care of from infancy to puberty. The adolescence of the mind brainwashing humans that ignorance is a bliss. Until adulthood teaches you that it’s only a bliss until you take the risk.
The paradox of following your bliss believing that you can strive for anything. Anything is possible, even screaming sky is the limit. You can have anything but not everything. An oxymoron parable that sounds better than the aesop’s fable.
The fable that shows human frailties using the art of narrating the pros and cons of an action with its lessons. Realization of the long forgone wishes. Pushing boundaries and eventually stepping over them. The pursuit to fill your bucket list with the unending whispers that the story is not over yet but too late to edit the page.
Yes, the book was already printed, but the story is not over yet.
Walking in Honolulu, i saw this cute small car that has Hello Kitty prints all over it. Just like anything that reminds me of my childhood days, i didn’t let the moment pass without capturing it through my lens as fast as the memories start flashing again.
I grew up loving San Rio’s Hello Kitty. I remember playing around with my neighbours with this cute little cat stuff.
One sunny morning my boy playmate invited me to his house so we can play around with his new car matchboxes, racing cars in a small make believe paperboard race tracks and to his disappointment i would spend more time with his sisters, not because he is not a fair playmate but simply for the reason i enjoyed tinkering his sisters’ hello kitty pencil cases and stuffed dolls.
I used to think that Hello Kitty is a cat, who wouldn’t? Her name is Kitty, she has whiskers, and she really look like a cat until our neighbour’s guest told us that Hello Kitty is a girl!
What?! All of us refused to believe her until she told us she’ll be back …and yes she did, this time bringing a japanese book, with japanese words printed all over the the graphic book.
She said Hello Kitty is not a cat. She is a girl and gave us a ton of reasonings why she can’t be a cat. To our disbelief, we never talk to her since….all of us three girls! Oops, i mean my two gal pals and me. We never even bothered to play with her again (for a week i think) until she brought her older sister and their new huge hello kitty dolls all dressed in pink ribbons.
We all forgive her easily because we can’t help not to touch those cute little ribbons on Kitty’s hair. That’s the good thing being a child, we got hurt easily but we forgive quickly. 🙂
Suffice it to say, she’s right all along. Hello Kitty is not a cat, although we prefer believing she is, just like we believe that Santa Claus lives in the north pole or somewhere in the neverland. Oh, the sweet joys of childhood memories.
Fishing is a great time buster , a way to enjoy nature and a great stress reliever. I can actually cite a hundred reasons to do it but i respect your time so i come up with just 5 good ones:
1. Relationship= fishing with family and friends cultivate bonding. It strengthens your relationship when you have enjoyable shared activities with people who mattered. Well, unless of course you start fishing into their private life behind their back, that’s a different story. Proves that you don’t really need to go outdoors to go fishing. Just go online, log in to your facebook and you can tweet who’s got the largest fish in the group. hehe.
2. Health Reasons = it’s always better to get your own fish…fresh, as wild fish are known to be low in fat and cholesterol and high in protein and there are many fishes in the ocean, especially the wild ones! 🙂
3. Fulfillment = you get a certain fulfillment. Who wouldn’t? after a long bout of sitting and doing nothing, it’s such a great joy catching a big fish.
4. Creativity = it brings out the best in you. You find creative ways of using a great pawn to bait the one you’ve been longing for.
5.Knowledge= Fishing is educational. It teaches you a lot of lessons. You learned more about yourself, your strengths, hopes and wishes. It tests your patience and willpower that no matter what, by hook or by crook you won’t go home empty handed.
Fishing is like life, just when you thought you had the perfect expensive equipment to catch that elusive fish, somewhere along the way you’ll discover that it’s not how much you have or how prepared you are for that moment that gives you the exact advantage.
And at the start of that fishing expedition you won’t really settle for anything less than that “huge catch” because you rightfully deserve something bigger , not until you realized that it’s almost dusk, you’d rather have one crappy fish than nothing at all. 🙂 –by Joel F
I was in a bar when i heard the song again, Sia’s The Chandelier. At 2 am something in the past comes back again. I don’t know why, there’s something with the chandelier that gives me this creepy feeling. Nope, it”s not the song, i’m referring to the “Chandelier” itself.
Although i’ve seen a hundred chandeliers in more than a hundred places, there are only two memorable occasions when the chandelier left its strong impressions.
First, when our family went to an uptown hotel, my sight was immediately centered to a humongous chandelier . As a child i was amazed by the chandelier’s intricate design. The countless artful bulbs that give its blinding lights above the red carpet at the center of the lobby seem to welcome you with a screaming voice, announcing your arrival. It was beautiful. I was mesmerized until we went to a wake of a relative. From then on, it change everything.
I was a child when we visit a relative. The funeral home with its huge chandelier. The chandelier had made its impact on my young mind.
The place evokes sadness, while the adults were having their conversation, i was left alone tending for myself. Since the place is not huge unlike that posh hotel, my wandering eyes were just restricted to the huge chandelier above the coffin.
At the center i see nothing but the white box and the chandelier. And since i refused to look at the white box, my time was spent most of the time on that intricate but creepy chandelier.
Of course there were flowers, but the chandelier’s presence is too strong to be ignored. Its brass finished, its design and the lights seem like a distraction. Who would ever thought of putting a chandelier in a funeral home?
Their existence was supposed to be just for the sole purpose of welcoming us for a celebration, the one with grandeur and splendor like the one in the posh hotel..
But things have changed, as i reached the middle age, i realized that death is not something to be afraid of. Now i know why there’s a chandelier on that place, death is a milestone, a step to the next dimension .
And the Chandelier and its lights welcomes our arrival to that final destination.
Although honestly, it’s an event i have long accepted that is bound to happen. It’s the only future event that i don’t really look forward to. 🙂
So call me crazy , everytime i see a huge chandelier, i always take a second look because it always remind me of a wake, a funeral place.
I remember visiting a relative in L.A. As soon as we entered her huge beautiful home, a huge chandelier welcome us and i tactlessly told my mom, “Oh My God Mom, this place looks like a funeral home, a huge mausoleum” (all white interior with fresh flowers, high ceiling and a huge chandelier).
Good thing, it’s just my mom who heard me, otherwise I might have offended my kind relative. I have no intention of hurting anyone’s feelings and i have no right to question anyone’s taste. it’s just that a place with a huge chandelier reminds me of a funeral home. My weird and crazy mind.
Looking back at this photo, I can see myself barely smiling. Some memories are never forgotten. Years after, I still remember………….The Chandelier.
The sound of a scream as she opened her eyes. The movement of the ground was instantly felt. The place is too dark as she grasped for the light. A lost child suddenly appears in the dead of the night.
She asked what happened? Why they are all alone, no neighbors to ask, no one to hold. The child speaks saying he can’t believe , the moment he woke up, he’s walking alone.
She asked his name and he said he is john, she nods and say “Don’t worry i will bring you back home.” The boy replied “you are my home.”
Confused by the words but the tears in his eyes, gave her a message she can’t deny, as the boy hold her hand and showed her wrists, the blood is gushing, from the cut she didn’t miss,
It is only then that she felt the pain when the child start saying ” I asked HIM to make me, a part of this world, but how can it be , if my mom isn’t home”
Years had passed as she speaks on the floor, to all those who are lost and almost took their own course. She found the truth that life is a cord that binds not one , but all. As she leaves the hallway, she was greeted by a friend , who gave his gift for her son John’s first birthday. -by JoelF
How time flies! It doesn’t just fly…it soars like superman. Just like a bus stop that is oblivious to its surroundings not minding whether there will be passengers waiting.
I remember this photo , taken years ago when all of us were still single, waiting for the bus while heading to the mall.
What happened years after? The two got hitched, found their dream guys while i’m still left waiting. haha. Life is really surprisingly predictable (sometimes!).
What is it in this photo that i will always cherish?
A lot! The essence of friendship, the wonders of expectation, the unpredictable path to one’s journey and the lessons that one learned as we leave the bus stop and start riding to reach our destination.
Along the journey, the bus stops picking up other passengers, just like us meeting others, some would make us cry, others would make us smile. Through it all, everyone that we meet has changed us in some ways.
With a planned route, the bus goes on its way, precisely timed , schedules religiously followed to arrive at a certain destination. Same route different sceneries, as people and places have changed.
Life is like a bus , we are its passengers, and the bus stops are our path finders. They are our markers as we stop and pause and decide which way to go.
One thing is sure though, whatever we’ll do when we reach that destination is as equally as important as what we do while we pause and wait at the bus stop.
So don’t be too impatient when life gives you its little stops and pauses.
Eventually when the bus arrive, you have your will as your ticket to hop in and take your journey. For the meantime, enjoy, savour and learned from the sceneries.
Traveling , it leaves you speechless and turns you into a storyteller.” – Ibn Battuta
How does traveling change us? Let me count the ways.
1. It opened our eyes.
We see things we never see before or things we pretend we’re not aware of.
2. It turns us into a storyteller.
Well what’s the use of reading a book if you can’t share its story. My friend once said that just because you can write a one paragraph article about something doesn’t necessarily make you a writer. To some extent i agree with him but come to think of it, if one can write , he is a writer , either a good writer or a bad writer doesn’t make a difference , after all it is your story. Besides, taste is subjective. 🙂
3. We discover something about ourselves.
We all want to share our photos, where we’ve been, what we ate, what we did ,not just to our family and friends, even to strangers….as if we are always the center of other people’s universe. Can’t blame us, we’re all humans…needing validations and a sense of happiness , always thinking that something worth doing is worthless unless being shared.
A little peek into our travel journey and we discover, inside us, there’s a tinge of narcissism.
I remember an old friend saying “you can see how lonely a person is by the number of times he indulge in selfies.” I definitely beg to disagree, happy people want more happiness by sharing their happiness. Well, of course there will always be an exception to that rule. Most of us would rather share our experiences than our savings, i don’t think that’s narcissism and even if it is…..who cares? Love begins within , whatever that means.
4. We learned time.
“I don’t have time, i’m too busy. The truth is we all believe that we are the master of our fate and the captain of our ship and yet we never learn that time must be our slave and not the other way around for how can one say that we make our own life and yet we don’t own our time…that confused me. In any way one defines it, i learned that we learned the essence of time when we travel.
5. It changes us.
Either it transformed us into grateful beings for appreciating all the things we have or unsatisfied creatures yearning for more.
A certain writer says “it leaves you speechless” , yes, speechless because you realized that traveling is not about the places you’ve been to but the moments you discover that the journey begins and ends within you. .
I love reading……articles, news, fashion magazines, journals. books. There is something with reading that makes you alive, a certain magnet that hypnotized you. I survived a few months without touching the television but i can’t recall a moment where i didn’t touch a book for few days. Oh yes, with the advent of technology who needs a tv if you’ve got the net, right? Facebook, twitter, blogs and all those social media tools are all reading tools..you read other people’s lives by glancing at their photos, sometimes judging their character by the way they tweet (which is not fair) or going deeper into who they really are and what they truly want by just peeking on the things they “like” or “follow”… Not really a good barometer for categorizing people, but we all fall into that mistakes once in while, .after all we’re just human.
Although social media reading is now the “in” thing , i still have this old fashion loyalty to reading books. In fact i’ve read hundreds of them and a lot of favorites: I love The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran, my all time favorite, i was in college when i even gave this book to several friends on their respective birthdays….insensitive me, because i gave them what i want not what they really want and i call it gift. Since they are my friends, they all thank me and some even showed their appreciation by citing some kahlil gibran quotes during our table conversations, although one really close friend of mine told me (this was yearssss after, i mean years) that she never really bothered to read the book until her high school daughter ask her help to give reviews on the book as a school assignment ! lol, I replied “What?! but i gave you that book when you were still single? she said “yes, aren’t you happy i kept the book knowing i changed houses several times?, I didn’t throw it because i saw your penmanship on the first page and by the way that was the first and last gift i receive from you with your signature on it.”…..there was a long conversation after that statement, lol, i replied saying the bracelets and all those accessories that i gave her as gifts didn’t have my name wriiten all over it but my heart’s on it when i design them just for her.. i even told her “See we are such close friends that i can foresee what you will need in the future , not what you want as a present.” I even brag that she’s so lucky. she got a Psychic Friend. hehehe……she ended up treating me out for a a slice of chocolate cake and a cup of iced choco in a nearby cafe…love it, i mean her!
I also love DavidSedaris’ Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim, the satiric and witty way of narrating his life, The Alchemist by Paul Coelho (truly a masterpiece), Anita Moorjani’s Dying To Be Me , her journey from cancer to near death to true healing, The Peanut Butter Gangby H. JacksonBrown Jr. with kid’s illustrations and their witty funny quotes made me feel young again, The Lonely Planet travel guide….my friends were laughing when they saw me bringing the book (the lonely planet featuring Philippines) during one of our local trips..”joel, what’s that for? We are in our own country, you don’t need that stuff.” I still did bring it anyway……I also love Sidney Sheldon books, so hard to put down , can’t help not to keep turning the page until i’m done…really love so many books, from inspirational (MitchAlbom’s The Five People You meet in Heaven ) , inspirational health books (Healthy at 100 by John Robbins…..dad actually bought all those health books and i all read them), to spicy interesting books like Jenna Jameson’s How to Make Love like a Porn Star, for its saucy details and nope, you don’t need to be a porn star to enjoy and learned some things from the book.
The web gave us so many ways to find great books now……and really a thousand ways to learn and appreciate life because Life is A Book , as long as you keep turning the pages, you keep moving on, surprises and lessons will be there for us. That’s all for now, the “Little Prince” is waiting.
“I have found out that there ain’t no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them.” – Mark Twain…….
Time flies so fast, in a glance it looks just like yesterday, oh yes it was, but memories still linger. I remember the excitement of booking a flight with my friends to visit amazing Thailand. The endless chat over the phone regarding our trip: the first thing to do, the first place to visit, the first show to watch. As Bangkok is really an exciting city…so many temples to visit, great shopping district, exotic food, warm friendly people , exciting gay nightlife, no day or night was ever wasted. .hehehe
Riding an elephant is a must, going to the floating market is in the list, watching the transgender cabaret show shouldn’t be miss, the one street filled with gay bars and those riveting what have you’s , oh my and the list goes on…..Riding the “tuktuk” was exciting, seeing the inner skirts of the city made more exciting when the driver brought us to a jewelry factory…wow! A haven for me !
Jamie insisted on eating on a hawker’s stall because he’s more excited to try authentic street thai cuisine than the continental buffet in the hotel where we are staying, we all obliged. Oh boy, he was right, the pad thai is heavenly! Onward to The Grand Palace and one can see the splendor of the old thai kingdom with its reclining buddah and all those gold statues that surround you.
Heading to the outskirt and seeing those elephants, Cris uttered “I wonder if we can all ride on that?’..Jamie replied: of course we can but laughed when Cris said “that’s animal cruelty, I pity the elephant, you’re putting all your weight on him!” I joked “must be that pad thai and the street barbecues, might as well go tomorrow before breakfast so you’re at least 10 pounds lighter.” Jamie replied “hey that’s what i get after paying your tuktuk fare, you didn’t even share”.i sheepishly smile and gave him a rebuttal that if i did not haggle with the driver he can’t give us a free treat.” Now we’re even..hehehe, that’s the good thing about traveling with friends, simple situation can be a lifetime of fun.
so many things to share, so many photos to post …the cabaret and the gay red district was really totally fun..too bad i can’t share everything here especially Cris’ sexy photos with his new boyfriends, lol! I love phuket and pattaya..those beautiful beaches…12 days of stay in Thailand is worth it but you know what….it’s fun visiting places but a place becomes memorable because of the people….either by the friends you’re with or the people you meet….I also enjoyed my second trip to thailand but the first one was really memorable because i’m with my friends…and it is really so true, inspite of all the quirks that we might discover with our friends while traveling with them and the slight differences we encountered….there’s nothing more insightful in learning who they are when you travel with them and i learned that it is our thai trip that binds our friendship stronger….the more i love them after the pad thai. ;-)…As Tim Cahill once said “A journey is best measured in friends, rather than miles..” – By Joel F.
I was in vegas when i saw a bus load of strangers passed by. I overheard a tourist saying “that’s it, it’s all mountains, nothing really to see.” Crazy as i was, i ask the lady what mountain, and she smiled and say, “oh, the grand canyon.”
I instantly recalled that just a few days ago i pass a small kiosk where a young guy was handing out tour packages about the canyon. I’ve got only two days left in vegas so i decided to jump in the bandwagon before i head to florida.
I’m glad i heard that lady or else i wouldn’t have a grand experience. Great sight, seeing the canyon from the top made me realize that the world is really unimaginably vast, not that i don’t know that: its breathtaking views and the changing colors of the horizons as you see it from different viewing decks was mesmerizing.
Looking back at my photos and reminiscing the moments, i come up with things i learned after or during my grand canyon experience.
1. Don’t be afraid to ask help.
I went there alone and saw families, lovers, friends having their photos taken together, laughing, chatting. One guy saw me holding my camera and offered his help in taking my photo. Perhaps he is a mind reader , he could have sensed i love the view , i can’t afford to leave without having my photo souvenirs or he just sensed i was too shy to ask help. I thanked him for that, by the way the guy is cute. 🙂
2. We create our own reality.
You climb the top and you see several views. For some they can just see all mountains, others might see all clouds, It all depends on how you see it or how you feel about it . A fallen leaf can be a symbol of a beginning or a sign of an end, it really depends on how you see it.
3. You will get there.
Along the climb one can get tired especially if you’re walking alone. A young couple in the souvenir shop told me i’ve got to go to the rim and see the view. I ask the lady how far it is and how long would it take me to reach the rim. Her boyfriend replied “quite far but dont ya worry, you’ll get there.” I was surprised by his remark because i was expecting an exact answer like “just go straight, turn left, would actually take you 15 minutes ….” but he gave a sharp answer and it made sense in the end. He was right, it might be far but for a heart that is willing, eventually “you will get there.”
4. You are not alone. Sometimes life might make us think we areclimbing alone. For whatever reasons, no matter how much validation we get when it seems that nobody is there, one can still be surprise that a moment or a twist of event will make you realized that you are never really alone.
5. The fifth lesson i learned…. well, that there are more than 5 things one can learned when you travel whether going to the grand canyon or the niagara falls. Be it 5 or 50 , again it depends on how you see it. If you want to add something, just let me know. Share your stories, i’m here to listen.