While I was in Singapore last September 2011!
(Also, an attempt to put text into photos)
September 2011 ✈ Singapore
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August 2011— Anilao, Batangas
Have I told you about the time I went to Anilao with a couple of friends & Miko’s family? Obviously, I haven’t. #LazyBlogger
Introductions: The Three Monkeys
The Second Demon: An Ode to Furniture, Love
They say a furniture able to withstand time, years of appropriate usage and last longer than it should have deserves a high value, enough for it to be a collectible—an antique. For a furniture to last longer than the one who made it must mean it was built to last. Or maybe, it lasted long because it wasn’t used.
The beauty in this expensive acquisition is the fact it was made in a way no one could remake. Despite the current technology and the talented craftsman of our generation, one can never put a price on the perseverance of the man who etched these lines. Although, there is something haunting in a wooden chair that’s been in this world at least 100 years before you were born.
While I love the smell of old things and old places, the eerie bothers me. As if the souls of the ones who used or who were still lingers in the air. There’s something about the blackness of creeks and spaces that consumes me. I have always felt a personal connection and a physical detachment.
I guess this must be why I suck in love.
The First Demon: Il dolce far niente
I’ve always wanted a chinese/magsasaka hat or a “salakot”1 so I could sit under a tree and watch the leaves fall down, maybe even fall asleep thinking. It’s the perfect scene to allow myself to contemplate as to why a lot of people are contented– happy– with their lives; why the happiest man only wanted to feel the sun. How can they be happy with just doing nothing. What is the happiness, in the context of doing nothing, being nothing or being content with nothing. Could I have been blinded by an ideal to grasp something that does not exist.
Somehow, along the way with no one in mind to blame, I’ve always believe in the hearts of (wo)men lies an adventure (s)he’ll die for, the one (s)he’ll leave everything behind to take in a heartbeat. The ultimate ambition to know this life is worth living.
Hey stranger, what is your deep burning ambition. The first thing in your mind right now. The thing you’ve placed in the backseat of your life because responsibility has drawn a wall between you & your dreams.
