A Space of My Own

I have been bugging B to start contacting builders for our study corner. As of now, we have yet to come up with a final decision on how we want it to look like. Leave it to B to just say “Yes” or “Okay” whenever I ask him about these kind of stuff.

Yesterday, I saw this website that featured the workspace of 40 highly-acclaimed writers, poets, and artists. It’s funny how some of them find inspiration in chaotic and disorganized environments. Regardless, here are my top 5 inspirations:

E. B. White, writer


George Bernard Shaw, playwright


Ruth Reichl, food writer


Amanda Hesser, food writer


Orla Kiely, fashion designer

I realized just now that I am more attracted to corner offices rather than the whole center work table arrangement. The inner psychiatrist in me says it fully exemplifies my being an introvert and how corner areas give me a sense of security. Oh wow, forget I said that.

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Alone and Nostalgic

There is something relaxing about having B and the little miss lost in La La Land. Being the only person awake, I have found that I am capable of doing more things than having my two loves up and about. So far I have organized and summarized our bills, read everything on my “To Read List”, and re-arranged my closet. All of these whilst watching my favorite TV shows and enjoying a steaming bowl of ramen despite the scorching heat. Lately, I’ve been keeping my family cool and extra comfortable with the air conditioner set at 23˚ (I have never gone as low as 26˚, believe me) and two extra electric fans, both at maximum power.

I had that dorky photo me, circa 2011, on print. Written behind it were the words “To the memories we have created and those that are yet to unfold.” Probably the only coherent words I could muster up when B popped the magical question. Oh how time flies…

SUPER

Remember that post I made about wanting to invest on sunglasses? Well, I may have found the perfect sunglasses pour moi this year.

A lot of people here in MNL are currently obsessed with the "Charlie" sunglasses, which coincidentally reminds me of SUPER RETRO FUTURE. I have been wanting a pair of their sunglasses back in 2010 and I think it's high time that I should get one. So far, I am torn between these three styles and I'm hoping if you guys can help me choose?

LUCIA BLACK


PANAMA BLACK


APC LUNETTES FEMME


They're all super, aren't they?
Another I wish I have a million $$$ moment.
Oh, fairy godmother, where are you??

Invisible Crosses

B and I had the chance to watch Life of Pi a couple of weeks back, which was weird (for me) ‘cause I was never a fan of great books translated into biased films. Overall, I find the movie imaginative (albeit the fact that the story came from a book), unpretentious, and thought provoking. Cinematography was outstanding, visual effects were riveting, and Richard Parker is, hands down, the best name anyone could give a tiger.

I didn’t pay much attention until the last part where Pi gave a sudden ironic, disturbing analogy to his story. B found the whole thing distressing; and despite his attempts of wanting to “discuss” the movie, I remained adamant because I’m not one who would say much when religion is the topic of conversation. Insomnia struck as I tried to absorb Pi’s story…

If you choose the version with the tiger, does it mean you have stronger faith than those who chose the other? Does it make you the better person?

I guess Life of Pi is no more than a parable from the Bible: an animated story that would keep one enthralled without knowing at first that there’s a deeper meaning to it. I’ve encountered a lot of devotees in my life, one more religious than the other, and I admire them for that. At times I envy them for being so spiritual, but whenever I envision myself as that kind of person, it all seems blasphemous. Still, I find it disturbing that some people would dare question their faith by watching a movie alone. I don’t consider myself a very religious person, but never in my life have I questioned my faith. I believe in God. He is my Dad, and He has always been my confidant at times when being alone and talking to Him is the only cure to my depression.

So, tell me, how can one movie even sway a person’s faith? Why doesn’t it have the same effect on me? A lot of questions are still swimming inside my mind, most of it are left unanswered. I guess maybe it’s because all my life I’ve attended an exclusive Catholic school for girls in the only Catholic country in Southeast Asia? Or maybe it’s also because I was raised by my very religious abuelita? Who knows? Maybe I’m still covered with the invisible crosses by abuelita once drew around me to keep me safe from the bad people. Now that is one story I would love to share one day to my children. I just hold on to that, and I am safe.


Have faith. xx

Inspired

I have been going through a design-your-home frenzy lately. So far, everything's nothing but a blueprint in my mind. If I have a million $$$ right now, I'd spend it on good furniture, exquisite rugs, scented candles, white flowers, and all things classic and timeless... instead of wasting them on nonsensical things that would eventually gather dust at the back of my closet. If my fairy godmother is to appear and grant me one wish, I'd wish for a home just like this:


I am in love with everything in this room. I'm still trying to convince B to have our room painted white and stock on up things like that pretty bison skull, which I'm planning to hang crystals and jewelries with... there goes my daydreaming.

Let's just hope I get to transform our house into a home before the little miss starts going to school. *cross fingers*