Delectable Dee
 

Just got back from my Iloilo trip and I am so exhausted. The heat is staggering - a consistent 35 degrees Celsius for the past four days. I loved it there. If it wasn't for the heat, I would have stayed longer and toured around the city more, perhaps ride around the province on local jeepneys and see the scenery the native's way.

I shall be coming back soon, though. I plan to pass by Iloilo next month, on my way to Guimaras. I've already asked around and have found a rather decent and affordable place to stay in for five days. My sister and her boyfriend are planning on tagging along but I don't really care if they join me or not. I welcome the company should they indeed join me and I still welcome the solace should I travel alone. Perhaps, Watz would be interested?

Pictures will come up soon. First, I must rest. However, this one house I must post first. Look at it's antique colonial charm! Such beauty, such grandeur!

*the picture's already been edited. There are vandals on the rusted gate and they ruin the charm and  grace of the house so I just have to erase the [blue  paint] vandal. Aside from that, no retouch was made.

 

When I look outside the house, I can see leaves  everywhere. Not on trees, no; but on the ground. Yellow, orange and bronzed leaves scattered in a glorious mosaic of nature. Oh, lovely, I thought to myself.

I love summer, I do. Truly, I do. But if I had been born anywhere else where there are four seasons instead of (then) two (now, seemingly one...hah!), I think I would have loved autumn, most.


You must understand this adoration. Summer is like my reality, whereas Autumn is this lovely dream I nurse to fuel me my silly hopes and spectral reveries. Summer is my life but I need to breathe Autumn. Do you understand now? Perhaps, if you're a silly dreamer such as I, you will.


There is something utterly mystical I find in fallen leaves. So glorious in their golden array yet tragic in such a way that they've got to fall to the ground to give beauty to otherwise,monotonous grass and lackluster dirt/pavement.

Oh, such tragic beauties.

If it was up to me, I'd let them be. All strewn about in their candid grace, bequeathing me of my little gilded paradise. Heartbreakingly beautiful, remarkably real.

Any other day, I'd be pissed off at my neighbors who own the tree that always loses all its leaves during this time of year. Year, after year, after year the tree faithfully sheds off its leaves.

I haven't noticed before, I don't know why. Blind and foolish, such wasted times.

Oh, but GOD is wonderful to have opened my eyes to such magnificence. In a corner of the world where it's impossibly foolish to expect autumn to occur, I have been given an exquisite gift.

My very own Autumn.

Priceless.
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*Taken earlier today in our yard.

 

La mer
Qu'on voit danser le long des golfes clairs
A des reflets d'argent
La mer
Des reflets changeants
Sous la pluie
La mer
Au ciel d'été confond
Ses blancs moutons
Avec les anges si purs
La mer bergère d'azur
Infinie
Voyez
Près des étangs
Ces grands roseaux mouillés
Voyez
Ces oiseaux blancs
Et ces maisons rouillées
La mer
Les a bercés
Le long des golfes clairs
Et d'une chanson d'amour
La mer
A bercé mon coeur pour la vie

How can you live in a Paradise where it's sunny all year round and not think of The Sea?

J'aime la mer et tout le bonheur qu'elle a les moyens!

 

My heart still lies heavily in an uncaring manner, sprawled all over like a spoiled brat refused of a hearty treat.

The Cyberian Breeze has finally left the islands after it has conveniently sweeped through us with its delicious frosty delight. I sigh and I pout begrudgingly over the scorching heat and the thick blanket of dust threatening to suffocate me.

I swear I wasn't always like this.


I can remember the time when I loved warm summer breeze and dusty fingers and toes meant that I had my share of summer fun. I don't ever recall people being so stuffy and concerned about how "darker" they've become. Who cared about skin color when everybody else was having fun? Tan lines weren't a fashion then but rather, a sensible lifestyle that naturally looked divine.


Whatever happened to afternoon naps lulled by the constant whirring of electric fans? Or to the hearty innocent laughter of children playing in the streets ringing like the mystic chimes of time? Whatever happened to baseball and hide and seek? To skipping ropes and tag?


Whatever happened to them and as well I wonder, whatever happened to me?  Have I become bored and stuffy I scared even Peter Pan away? Why is it that I can hardly feel the magic? A wind would slap my face and I'd though, "Oh, no! I'm melting! My glorious make-up!"  Pish.


I long for the old days. Days when my only obligation to life is to have fun. Oh, I remember well when the days smelled of the glorious sun and everything seemed brighter and enchanting. People would bathe in laugher and everything was priceless. The children didn't need expensive video games to amuse themselves with. They were a lot creative and smarter then. Boredom was a thing unheard of and sadness was a crime.


It does seem like things were a whole lot better then but I'd be completely missing the point of I continue to bask in the memories of the grand yesteryears and be too caught up in their charm that I end up forgetting I am still constantly blessed of the now (that's why it's called the
present).

The sun is still passionately golden and yet, I still could hear laughter (though scarce and faint they may be now). Perhaps, I have outgrown my childish innocence but far be it from ingratitude to say that I have been granted a lover's soul and a dreamer's eyes.

I must make enough summer memories to last me a blissful lifetime.

 

Do you ever get that feeling where things are momentarily okay but somehow, you have this sense of an impending doom?

You are not jittery but you aren't at ease either. You want to take long rich breaths of air but rather, you gulp semi-frantically and shallowly you end up drying the back or your throat and the roof of your mouth. You want to be still and relax but your nerves are a whack and you just couldn't stop wiggling in your seat. The mind's racing, jumping from one unfinished thought to another. You squint your eyes, eying for something unknown.

Ever felt that? I know what you're thinking. I am not on crack, damnit! I just have this feeling. I slouch and put a hand over my tummy and hold my breath (I'm not gunna fart so shut up!) and I feel this "crunch crunch" in my tummy.

Yeah, that.

It's sunny but I see gray skies ahead. My sister says they're blue.  Eh?!