The three of us are sneezing because of allergies. Here is the culprit. I should know better than to bring a huge flowering plant indoors but I couldn’t resist buying this pretty thing again. The violet one was a gift to my mom but she killed it by negligence. *sigh*

I was high on antihistamines again so I slept for 3 hours, I think.

We didn’t have anything on the agenda today but I suddenly had the urge to look for candlesticks. Because why not?

We went to a Japanese surplus shop along Kamuning Road and found a lot of knick knacks and expensive dishware there (Givenchy anyone?). The girls and I went for the vinatage cameras.

I would have loved to investigate the old film cameras there but it’s too time-consuming because they were too many.

A little more browsing and we were done. We were sneezing despite the double mask because it was a bit dusty in there.

Then we went to the antique shop next door. Kamuning Road was dotted with second-hand shops a few years ago but now it dwindled to a handful of them in this spot near EDSA. One shopkeeper said he was helping one store close down because of the pandemic so he was selling items at 50% discount. I loved the mini crystal chandelier there and some pendant lights (both not pictured) but I literally still don’t have a ceiling to put it. The girls asked me where would I put it? I said in the bathroom. “What?!” they exclaimed. I said I wanted to try the industrial bohemian style, if it makes sense, for our flat that is yet to be constructed.

I ended up not getting anything.

Then I searched for wooden crates (to elevate my pots/plants) along Commonwealth Ave but I couldn’t find any. I don’t know why I keep chasing something so trivial. It’s probably the feeling of being locked up…

I just ended the day singing my lungs out.

Ah red days. How I hate thee.

As Still As a Photograph – Cacai Velsquez

I used to say that I’d readily swim
The seven seas for you
Now, I can’t reach the shore
I used to say that only I held the key to your heart
Now, I can’t find the door

Slowly fading like a painting on your wall
Yet as clear as the sound of your laugh
Forever captured in my mind you’ll remain
As still as a photograph

My shoes are now worn from walking too far
Still farther I go,
My hands are so tired from hiding the scar
Still I refuse to show
And though I know that it’s wrong,
You’re still my concern
Like a thorn in my side,
It’s hard to be strong
When you’ve nowhere to turn
When you’ve nowhere to hide

Slowly fading like a painting on your wall
Yet as clear as the sound of your laugh
Forever captured in my mind you’ll remain
As still as a photograph
As still as a photograph

And though the wound burns, it’s mine to keep
To hold in my arms,
And to sing me to sleep,
For it’s all that I have,
I now realize,
The memory lives when reality dies
When reality dies

Slowly fading like a painting on your wall
Yet as clear as the sound of your laugh
Forever captured in my mind you’ll remain
As still as a photograph

Slowly fading like a painting on your wall
Yet as clear as the sound of your laugh
Forever captured in my mind you’ll remain
As still as a photograph
As still as a photograph
As still as a photograph
As still as a photograph