While there are many thrift shops in the city that sells relatively cheap and good vintage, I think the stalls in Carbon Market still offer the best prices and the most genuine vintage around town. Advertisements
Some special occasions happen only once a year, and often, we prepare for months in order to make that special occasion more special. There was a special occasion in my life recently and I prepared for it by buying a really lovely floral vintage dress.
One Saturday night, our friends Chu and Jerome treated us to dinner at Sprockets Cafe, a cafe owned by someone I know who loves film and film photography, hence the name “sprockets.”
I love film photography and I love my Vivitar IC-100 because it is cheap (only P350), I can take it anywhere with me because it is light and small, and I am not worried of thieves wherever I bring it with me. Recently, I’ve been into skies and buildings. Something about them, standing tall and lonely, reminds me of man, of mankind. We are a great race but we cause our own problems, we are standing tall and yet, like these buildings, we may fall. We are bound to fall.
There was a time when I was at Gaisano Capital every Saturday buying plates and ceramic wares. So, it was a sad day when last year during the Christmas holidays the building went down due to fire.
My friend, Nestie, gave birth to a baby girl today. A month ago, we had a photoshoot in their home one rainy Sunday. There was no theme in particular, we just played with the laid-back vibe of a happy home and a rainy Sunday afternoon.
Let me tell you my Halloween story.
I am kind of a museum fanatic (Mind Museum, Rizal Library & Museum). Whenever I go somewhere, I’d always like to check out a museum to let me put into context the recent developments (and undevelopments) in that place. To be honest, I always find it a pity if a town or a city has no museum. I am happy that our small town of Lazi has a museum. And I feel lucky to be living in city full of museums.
I went to public schools for 14 years, from elementary to tertiary. I am from a small island in the Philippines named Siquijor, and I live in one of its town, called Lazi. I went to the public elementary school there. There was no private elementary school at that time. And even if there was, the education I got from my public elementary school was probably at par with, or even better than, the education I would have received in a private school there. My former teachers were dedicated school teachers and experts in their fields. The elementary school is located just across my grandparents’ house where I lived most of the time.
The last week of August was probably the week where I ate out the most. Because I am now solely paying my rent and all utilities and food, and other things like service fees for plumber and carpenter, I’ve made resolutions to eat out less so I can scrimp my money to pay what I need. (Okay, I do scrimp money, partly to buy shoes and other cute stuff, and pay for the things I need). But the last week of August was like an indulgence.
The Cebu Chinese cemetery interests me for two reasons: (1) I have a grand-aunt who married a Chinese (not significant, but still the grand-aunt intrigues me because I never met her), and (2) my grandmother always tells us that come All Soul’s Day, she and her friends would walk to the cemetery because the Chinese families would be giving out hopis (or mooncake) to anyone who visits.