Bohol is cinnamon corals, mist and smoke
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Lovely photos were taken by Isobel Funk
(Sorry bb, wasn’t able to sign-mark them. Do you call it sign-marking? Or whatever’s the term, but you get me haha. But they’re Isobel’s lovely creations okay!)
One thing that captivated me about Bohol is the people’s understanding of the need to take care of ecology, culture and religion. And I guess, their love of these three things is key to the island’s beauty and to why it is such a worthwhile experience. Forests (both in land and sea), churches and traditions are excellently preserved. And you’ll always see flower trees in every corner, every block, every sidewalk. Plus houses painted in pink are every where! And I’m talking about shades of pink that are not chintzy and that annoyingly remind you of a government traffic institute. They’re old rose, pearl pinks, cinnamon pinks, sunshine pinks. I think Bohol loves me.
I adored how tricycles there had Gospel verses painted on, whereas jeepneys here in Manila proudly wear perverted pick-up lines (I’m not sure about the rationale behind this, but it says alot about how backwards or inverted most of the things here are. The important things.). At every 5 pm we’d see little girls dressed as angels walking along the streets to a church, on their way to a mid-May Boholian custom.
Everything’s simple and laidback and all you need to look pretty and dressed up is a good pair of rose-colored flushed cheeks that could only be attained by walking in the sun 🙂
I think a sound and efficient society only needs good pairs of hands that take care of the environment, religion and culture. And everything else will follow. We have to go back to that. Or transcend to that.
Note:
A short and discreet invitation to check the new venture my bestfriend, Isobel, and I have been in to: please go through your keyboard or mouse in a fancy ballerina fashion and visit caraandisobel.tumblr.com to explore more about our Bohol trip and other lovely things as well 🙂
Bohol is cinnamon corals, mist and smoke
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Lovely photos were taken by Isobel Funk
(Sorry bb, wasn’t able to sign-mark them. Do you call it sign-marking? Or whatever’s the term, but you get me haha. But they’re Isobel’s lovely creations okay!)
One thing that captivated me about Bohol is the people’s understanding of the need to take care of ecology, culture and religion. And I guess, their love of these three things is key to the island’s beauty and to why it is such a worthwhile experience. Forests (both in land and sea), churches and traditions are excellently preserved. And you’ll always see flower trees in every corner, every block, every sidewalk. Plus houses painted in pink are every where! And I’m talking about shades of pink that are not chintzy and that annoyingly remind you of a government traffic institute. They’re old rose, pearl pinks, cinnamon pinks, sunshine pinks. I think Bohol loves me.
I adored how tricycles there had Gospel verses painted on, whereas jeepneys here in Manila proudly wear perverted pick-up lines (I’m not sure about the rationale behind this, but it says alot about how backwards or inverted most of the things here are. The important things.). At every 5 pm we’d see little girls dressed as angels walking along the streets to a church, on their way to a mid-May Boholian custom.
Everything’s simple and laidback and all you need to look pretty and dressed up is a good pair of rose-colored flushed cheeks that could only be attained by walking in the sun 🙂
I think a sound and efficient society only needs good pairs of hands that take care of the environment, religion and culture. And everything else will follow. We have to go back to that. Or transcend to that.
Note:
A short and discreet invitation to check the new venture my bestfriend, Isobel, and I have been in to: please go through your keyboard or mouse in a fancy ballerina fashion and visit caraandisobel.tumblr.com to explore more about our Bohol trip and other lovely things as well 🙂
caraandisobel.tumblr.com
Trumpeting something my best friend carafunk and I are working (and just starting) on: a lovely joint tumblelog, which I won’t even elucidate much on because we have a pleasant little introduction teehee.
sugar-almond plums
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Growing up, my school loved plays with a certain passion that is faintly insane, nonetheless helpful in my appreciation of the arts. I’ve always wanted to play the Sugarplum Fairy, or Titania because I’ve always imagined myself wearing some sort of a crown. I don’t think it’s all because of too much Disney princesses. No! I refuse to believe it’s all a psychological condition. Haha. Because deep within my heart (powdered with confectioner’s sugar and smothered with strawberry jam), I know I am secretly a princess.Â
Over the years, the truths about life have slowly conquered this desire. As I discover many things about myself: that I am mortal and elfin servants will never reveal the secrecy of my royalty on my 16th birthday. Haha. But most importantly, that my makings were never for being a princess.Â
But, things change. I still believe I’m a princess 🙂 And the aforementioned realizations were all but adolescent nonsense. I realized, that the more you grow older, your dreams and desires as a child make more sense.
This week, there are a few drops of sunshine that made me feel like I’m truly a princess.
1. Strawberry jam generously smothered on toasted berry muffins with a candy flower surprise for breakfast.
2. Joepher, the darling, paying for all the medications I need. And walking me home. And cutting out a butterfly out of his office things for me.
3. I’m cramming for a seminar I’ll be conducting in two weeks’ time. I’m talking about the customs and manners of Jews in the Bible times. I know, it’s hardly my expertise. But reading up about it was surprisingly interesting and easy. Appreciating my religion makes me feel like royalty haha.
4. Easily convincing Gino, my brother, to submit my enrollment papers for me. Even without having to bribe him with money, initially. Take note, initially. I still had to give him a few bucks for it.
5. Isobel, a co-royalty, sharing her wardrobe with me.
6. The people on the MRT taking care of me on rush hour. Though Joepher had to remind me that there’s a train particularly for women. I always keep forgetting haha. But I think when you’re busy taking care of your kingdom, you tend to forget these things.
7. Shopping for pink shoes 🙂 And strawberry yogurt.
8. Papa, expressing how beautiful he finds me.
♥
rose syrup and potpourri
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Dear love, I think our individual pasts are the culmination of everything we need to make it right this time. I can’t stand dreaming the future alone, and you’re such a perfect companion.
Because, even if you don’t exactly share the same enthusiasm as I have for fairy tales, you make it a point to make every day like one for me.
Because you believe in me. No matter how dull and jumbled my creativity gets.
Because you’re the only guy who bursts into songs with me.
Because everything I bake or cook tastes good to you. And even if you’re just pretending like you’re enjoying them, you’re quite convincing. And that’s actually all I need 🙂
Because your hands feel like feathers.
Because you understand the seven year old girl in me.
Because you’re such a smartass, and you whip me worse than my father’s logic does. Your brain is so sexy, it’s on a constant upgrade.
Because we never run out of things to talk about. You always have something to say about everything.
Because, i believe, you’re the only one who’s been able to classify my techni-colored charlatan ways.
Because with you, I am unique. Because I am the only you’ve taken care of, watered everyday, and kept from baobab trees. And if a sheep suddenly eats me, I know you’d feel as if, suddenly, the stars all went out.
Because you sweep me off my feet.
And your comebacks always render me speechless.To Joepher my Philosopher, happy anniversary ♥
I just have to share this to emphasize how being with you is the most logical, and whimsical at the same time, thing in the universe.
A year ago, after talking about things and boxing (about this, I’m pretty sure)
J: “Can we be together?”
C: “Like, right now?”
J: “Yes”
C: “But it’s late, I don’t think they’ll let me go out at this hour I have work tomorrow.”
J: “No! Together, as in together.”
Haha. I’m pretty sure I ruined the moment for you. But I love you and thank you for making me grow fairy wings 🙂
morning flower 