Tippy dreams of one day changing the world, but still has to figure out how to exactly. She likes words and its capacity to invoke great emotion in people. On this silly little blog she chronicles travel, music, food, advocacy, pretentious things like books, film & art, and of course everyday life.
I realized the other day that it has been a year since I sat up on that hill in Loiola, prayed, and had possibly some of the most meaningful realizations about my life, my spirituality, and my faith. I have never in my life felt more at peace with myself and with the rest of the world than when I was on that hill.
It would be hard to explain further what that very moment meant to me, but perhaps this is better left as something unmeasured by words so that it remains truly special to me. As much as I love thinking out loud, when experiences are so meaningful I worry that words will not be able to do the essence justice. Sometimes it’s hard to take what’s special to you and make people understand why this means so much. So instead you keep it as yours with the knowledge that you will always understand perfectly, with no need for explanation.
One year later though, the memory and what my time in Spain meant to me remain very alive, and I continue to be nothing but grateful for the things I understood, experienced, and learned.
I Checked out Fête de la Musique last night with my college best friend Macy whom without, I would not have survived the past four years. We hung out and drank while watching the jazz stage with my parents, brother & cousin, and later on met up with our friend Geno. But it was Macy I was happiest to see last night because since college ended, I hadn’t seen a whole lot of her.
Fête was cool. I was there last year as well, but I think it’s only this year that I was really able to appreciate it for what it is: a night of good music where you can drink beer on the streets and gawk at Manila’s hipster community, some expats, and the occasional creeper who is obviously there to pick up young girls. Yes, I do I think there are things that could still be improved about Fête, but overall I think it’s a great, great thing.
Even if majority of the clothes in my wardrobe say otherwise, I love basic articles of clothing that you can wear over and over again. Apart from the fact that basics go with almost everything else, I also like how these speak so much for themselves in their being so understated thus providing such room for impact in the way that a person dresses.
I think little black dresses are one of the chicest things ever. There are probably a million ways to wear them, and I love how they’re appropriate for almost anything. I already have a decent collection of black dresses in my closet, but I think it’s one of those things you can never have enough of.
The one I’m wearing in this crappy photo booth picture I got from Forever 21 yesterday. It was only 450 pesos (around 10 dollars, my inner cheapskate sings with glee) and I love that its cut isn’t too dressy for the day, but something that will look appropriate for nights as well.
Another thing that I probably have too much of already are clothes in white. Most especially in a tropical country, white is always a good color to wear because it’s doesn’t retain heat and is easy enough to layer under a sweater or jacket when it rains. In particular, I’ve always liked plain white t-shirts because they’re even more versatile.
When my dad introduced me to Jun De Leon, (this amazing Filipino photographer) a few years ago, he mentioned that Jun was always in a white t-shirt and I felt it was such a strong fashion statement. Similarly, my pseudo husband Stef, (who is one of the most fashionable people I know) went through a phase where he would wear only white V-neck shirts to school, and I thought he perenially looked great. Now I don’t think I’d be able to do something as extreme as wearing nothing but white V-neck shirts all the time, but I do think it’s the best type of clothing to wear on days where you can’t, or simply don’t, feel like putting an entire outfit together.
My brother who spent the weekend in Hong Kong with his friends brought home this white V-neck shirt I’m wearing for me. He got it in H&M for about 65 HKD (roughly around 8 dollars, again my inner cheapskate is happy) and he picked up a guys size since I told him I didn’t want the shirt to be too fitted. For a guy, the kid knows a thing or two about clothes, it’s pretty impressive. Anyway, I wish I had 8 more of these white shirts. The fact that it’s super comfortable only adds to how obsessed I am with it.
I’m Home from Boracay, a trip I think was far too fun for me to even attempt to put to words. So I guess I’ll let the mediocre, bordering on crappy photos I took speak for themselves once I get around to posting them. While on the flight home to Manila I did however scribble on the back of an old receipt things I liked particularly about the trip:
The company. I love my friends. There are absolutely no words to describe them.
The hotel we stayed at which I would highly recommend to anyone who wants a mid-range, but good place to stay. It’s clean, the location is great, there’s a nice pool area, they have really nice staff, the breakfast is good, and the rooms come with a lot of free things like drink stubs, a massage, and a ride on a Paraw
Watching the sun dip into the sea at sunset, from the sea
Having time to read
Reconciliation and honesty
Staying out the entire night and ending these nights by sitting by the shore having random conversations with friends about everything
Good food (duh)
This is very young, wild, and free of me, but the steady intake of alcohol that kept everyone happy
Having superficial realizations along the lines of “this is what being young is all about!”
Far far, there’s this little girl she was praying for something to happen to her everyday she writes words and more words just to spit out the thoughts that keep floating inside and she’s strong when the dreams come cos’ they take her, cover her, they are all over the reality looks far now, but don’t go
-Far Far, Yael Naim
Fact: Most of the pictures of myself that I like are blurry. So what does that say about me?
Oh and also, I’m 22 tomorrow. I usually freak out about turning a year older, but this year I’ve been surprisingly calm. I feel as though I should be flipping out right now, but I’m not, so instead I’m off to meet a few of my best friends in the universe to ring in my 22 years on earth over alcohol and laughter.