they two are so different. but when i think of one, i inevitably, invariably think of the other also. they both left, by the way. one because he cares, the other other because he doesn't.
i don't tango anyway. i don't dance.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
feathery thoughts
helping out in the wedding preparations is one of the maid-of-honor's sworn duties. the others, i imagine, include arriving on time and making sure the bridal train looks photogenic all throughout the ceremony.
the "helping out" part was how i found myself cross-legged on the floor of a surplus store in downtown Davao, wading through the shining, shimmering, splendid blues and greens of about a million peacock feathers.
i considered the two tall baskets in front of me and realized that peacock feathers, like most things beautiful, are fragile. each of the feathers had to be examined for damages.
the shaft is a cross between plastic and very flimsy bamboo, and is very breakable, the feathers velvety and iridescent, and the "eye" at the tip a most amazing metallic blue.
call me silly, but i remember the prettiest feathers i picked: choice # 64, 67, and 94.
it was really rather sad that i couldn't think too much as i handpicked all 130 plumes. besides evaluating each of them, i also had to keep a mental count (which i kept losing anyway). the thoughts i would have had. i managed a few though:
...cool of joan to think of peacock feathers to fasten the invites with. talk about flair.
...of course, if any birds at all were harmed in the gathering of these dreamy feathers. (i read somewhere that peacocks shed them, so no.)
...if anyone's ever thought of a peacock-inspired wedding. most probably.
i think i'd want one. peacock feathers not only on the invites but on the dresses too. peacock feathers for corsages and bouquets. peacock feathers instead of tulips or long-stemmed roses. and feather girls instead of flower ones.
dreamy.
but nah. i think i'll just buy two hundred peacock feathers and skip the entire wedding idea, then buy books and fruit tarts with the money i'd save.
the "helping out" part was how i found myself cross-legged on the floor of a surplus store in downtown Davao, wading through the shining, shimmering, splendid blues and greens of about a million peacock feathers.
i needed 130 of the almost-surreal plumes that Joan wants to decorate the wedding invites with.
choosing the tenth feather, i just had to ask the saleslady how long i had before the shop closed. two hours. decent.i considered the two tall baskets in front of me and realized that peacock feathers, like most things beautiful, are fragile. each of the feathers had to be examined for damages.
the shaft is a cross between plastic and very flimsy bamboo, and is very breakable, the feathers velvety and iridescent, and the "eye" at the tip a most amazing metallic blue.
call me silly, but i remember the prettiest feathers i picked: choice # 64, 67, and 94.
it was really rather sad that i couldn't think too much as i handpicked all 130 plumes. besides evaluating each of them, i also had to keep a mental count (which i kept losing anyway). the thoughts i would have had. i managed a few though:
...cool of joan to think of peacock feathers to fasten the invites with. talk about flair.
...of course, if any birds at all were harmed in the gathering of these dreamy feathers. (i read somewhere that peacocks shed them, so no.)
...if anyone's ever thought of a peacock-inspired wedding. most probably.
i think i'd want one. peacock feathers not only on the invites but on the dresses too. peacock feathers for corsages and bouquets. peacock feathers instead of tulips or long-stemmed roses. and feather girls instead of flower ones.
dreamy.
but nah. i think i'll just buy two hundred peacock feathers and skip the entire wedding idea, then buy books and fruit tarts with the money i'd save.
Monday, August 24, 2009
learning from my own journal
so i was browsing through my journal this afternoon, and i found this entry dated june18, 2009. reading it, i find myself relearning the lessons of that day.
there is so much to write about: love and friendship and laughter and tears and people and skies and stars and children and jeepney rides and rain and endless possibilities. there is so much to dream of. so much to see, so much to give.
i think, "where does happiness go when it is not with me?"
when we went to visit pompoy last week, uncle Ben quoted Job. God had said to Job what i think i am hearing Him say to me today. until i can follow the wind and know where it goes each time it blows, until i can trace the movement of each wave, the ebb and flow of each tide, until i have numbered the birds and the fish, until i have known the desire of each human heart, i am no [true] judge of what is fair and what is not. it'll be alright. i'll be alright.
there is so much to write about: love and friendship and laughter and tears and people and skies and stars and children and jeepney rides and rain and endless possibilities. there is so much to dream of. so much to see, so much to give.
i think, "where does happiness go when it is not with me?"
when we went to visit pompoy last week, uncle Ben quoted Job. God had said to Job what i think i am hearing Him say to me today. until i can follow the wind and know where it goes each time it blows, until i can trace the movement of each wave, the ebb and flow of each tide, until i have numbered the birds and the fish, until i have known the desire of each human heart, i am no [true] judge of what is fair and what is not. it'll be alright. i'll be alright.
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