Quirky Long Black Dress Update

Update on Quirky Long Black Dress post: Full look 

Me wearing the dress and sandals featured on last post.  Picture taken in front of El Nido Municipal Building earlier today,  while contemplating breakfast 😄:D😅😆

Lipstick: Dark Wine by Avon 

Sling Bag: Cat Kidston 

Also, black is for a rare lunar eclipse “black moon” tonight (Friday night) so enjoy the positive energy everyone and have a fun weekend!!! 🎉
Love, 

Your Island Girl 💋

***************************

(Hi angel! Keep safe driving home!  love yah much! Xoxo 💋💓💕💖💘💟💝💜💓)

The Moon To My Sun

“🎶 I wake up to your sunset
And it’s driving me mad, 🎶
I miss you so bad🎵
And my heart, heart, heart is so jet-lagged🎼
Heart, heart, heart is so jet-lagged… 🎶” ⏰🔐⏳✈🌞🌛🌄🌇🌍🌐👄

image

image

I love you sweetheart, in every second of everyday 😘

(Don’t forget lunch.  Dreaming of you on witching hour 👄)

Yours,

H

MORNING LOVE NOTE TO HOUSTON

image

When you found someone with the same kind of crazy 😂

Why do I love thee? There’s so many ways and there’s infinity to count.  Maybe it’s the way you come up with outrageous flavor for my lipstick (millipede and salmon),  or the way you created super weird burp-inducing fictional food , or the way you laugh with me and notice little details in messenger stickers.

Conversation always flows with you. From walk to park with Fred,  food and it’s components, (i’ve never been so interested about sorbet and gelato), to a bit of politics, effective stain removers, to exchanging videos of hilarious stuff, watching unicorns f*rt rainbows.  You always make my heart smile, baby boy.

The way you see things in my perspective, like when you say how good the papercraft will be at shop,  twirling,  just like how I envision it would be.

And that annoyingly cute same exact messages at the same time.

When I asked you if you like my choker and you agreed whole-heartedly and swear it’s beautiful,  not knowing what choker actually is. Coming up with a perfect praise for my blouse design  when I pointed it out.  😂😂😂

Remember when we installed Between,  and we spend the better half of an hour looking at the sticker of egg-like blob on the tiny tub,  it’s feet wiggling,  we discussed it like it’s the most special thing.

I can’t remember the exact moment I fall for you. Coz I can’t remember a single moment i’m not in love with you.

~

To someone in Houston, in a house with trees in front lol
Good Morning,  Lovey!  💋💋💋 please don’t forget to get some heavy cream for pralines, chocolate chips for fudge,  peanut butter and bread starter.  You said yesterday you need those to make sweets today.  But first,  lemon bars.  Lol

Loving you from more than
8,000 miles away… H
~
P. S Please take some water when you go to park.  😘

P. S. S I saw my messenger  notification,  but i’m on here.  😜

P. S. S. S  you need to tidy things for tomorrow (Wednesday)

 

Dreaming On A Midsummer Night

image

It’s past midnight here in my little corner of the world and i’m still laying awake listening to the sound of rain from the roof. Lightning and thunder breaks the midnight black skies as everyone,  (except me) are oblivious to the world, dreaming of dreams, sleeping this short summer solstice night away.

They said that summer solstice are powerful, and you can float small boats to grant the wishes of whoever will find it or to bless the lands. It is also a very magical time for love and romance, for couple to formalize their relationship and for singles to find their destiny.

Many rituals are connected to this event going back to the time of druids, all with intentions to bring out the power of love and light, just like the glistening rays of the sun.

Personally, i like the mystery, the magic of tonight, but most especially the love part. I stared at the moon tonight, sitting outside the house earlier, i took a moment to close my eyes and sent a little wish for someone 8772 miles away. I should’ve made a little boat to sail instead with hope that it will cross the distance and grant his wishes…and bring him to me.

But i know my prayers are stronger than that boat could be.

Amor vincit omnia. Love conquers all. Even the distance. Soon.

☆☆☆ Make today and everyday an opportunity to love. In it’s truest, most profound sense.  Life is too short for your feelings be unheard. Say it loud.☆☆ ☆

☆☆☆ Set your soul free, to where it will take you, to all the wonderful things ahead waiting to happen. ☆☆☆

☆☆☆ Re-start your goals, your dreams, your life…today. Forget the mistakes of the past, let go of all your uncertainties, and let the light of the moon cleanse your spirit. Tomorrow is a clean slate, write a better story. ☆☆☆

Happy Summer Solstice, lovable peeps!
💓💓💓

(To my R, Infinity and all the lifetimes ahead, and the next. Love you so, summer solstice or not. 💋)

Love,

Your Island Girl

(Time check: 02:35am)

Photo Credit: QuotesIdeas.com

Fireheart

image

She’s beautiful
Outrageously, oherworldly
Etherial…

Her lips,
the color of deepest red

Bloody, crimson

Her hair, raven black with tinge of white
That seems to glow in the sun’s fading light

Her eyes, the color of lake on a cloudy day
Grey, green and blue

She’s beautiful
As beautiful as when is alive
As in her death
Yes, death
She’s dead.
Beside her an empty vial
Her crimson lips now turning into an ashen deathly pale

“Just a taste, Ishabylle…”
Just a taste…
She took the vial
It was warm against her palm
As if warning her
Gently tilting it

She drank the content
It was sweet
The taste of berries in winter
Before she knew it
The last drop was in her lips…

Suddenly it was not sweet anymore
It’s as seem she drank liquid raw fire
As if the devil’s hand itself is strangling her, the claw buried itself on her neck…

Her eyes open wide in surprise, gold flecks begun to appear in the iris…

She saw that face,
She would never forget it even im the throes of death…
” T…Thryion…w…why?
The sound of her own voice seema hallow
The words frozen in her enchanting lips as she try to hold her last breath…

“Because i love you…
He stared long and hard at the intertwined hands
Seeing the intricate rings there.

The blue and green rarestones blinks at him as his eyes filled with tears
Reminding him of the eyes of his beloved.

Memories flash before his mind
He tried to blok his mind
Shutting out the images away
But that was not before he had a glimpse

The rings, a lady smilung at him
Hugs, tears, a sweet perfume still lingers in his nostril as if it’s just yesterday

“Goodbye love…”
“My Sweet Angel…”

Tears begin to blur his visions
“…forgive me…
Though he refused to recognize the significance of the impact of the next word
It let out the thousand pictures into his mind’s eyes

The twin soulflame stones was given to them on their 12th nameday.
He heard again those words he refused to recognize a while ago…
Will you promise to look for him, Thryion?…promise me…

Promise me you never give in to darkness…

…it is within you…guard it…and don’t let your heart be decieved…guard it…sacrifice your heart if you must…but don’t let it control your soul…

“…i will, Drenah…i promise…”
He remembered the words as if he has just spoken it…

The promise

He closed his eyes. Willing the tears to come
His hands took the other vial…

“Goodbye, my sweet angel…”
“Goodbye, my darkness”

Love, your Island Girl

Image from Pixabay.Com

CROSSING BRIDGES IN FAMILIAR PLACES

Hello.  I must admit I have a very erratic writing inspirations nowadays, hence, the erratic postings here, which I’m planning the make up to you soon. ( I know, I know… promises, promises) lol

Okey, here’s the pic of my beautiful hometown El Nido I snapped yesterday. I took this near the curve going to the cemetery.

20160418_082903_Richtone(HDR)-1.jpg

Yes, I’m still in my hometown. For four months now, and counting. Am I going back to the city soon? I’m not sure. What certain is, the feel of cold wind, the sound of the surf against the shore at dawn and the green mountain sceneries have not failed to surprise and enchant me every day, yet.

To backtrack a bit, I took a few days Christmas break from work, took the last bus trip to my hometown at midnight. But the weeks stretched to months and before I knew it, it’s Chinese new year, and valentine’s day, and my friends birthdays and well, a lot of things have come to pass already. The only trip I’ve taken back is to pack my things from the little house I rented with my mom just outside the gates of my work. Just few bags of clothes and furniture and a bit of appliances.

Looking at it, I realized how little material things we’ve gained from almost 15 years of living, studying and working in the city, in comparison to what we gave up for it.  It’s not been easy. What we lack from worldly gains, we make up for experiences.

We’ll be all billionaires if only they’ll let us cash in on the things we’ve seen, heard and touched. heartbreak and tears and success and happiness will have the highest exchange rates I guess. I don’t know.

Two weeks away from my 30th birthday and here I am, sitting in, my shop, at the beginning of the week, on a bright sunny day, alone, with my chaotic thoughts. Where am I going? Am I going to look back at this moment few months from now with regrets for letting a lot of good opportunities passed by? What is the future have in store for me? What have I achieved so far in those 30 years?

When I was 14 years old, I always imagined myself happily married at thirty. I imagined a lot of happy moments. And part of that dream is being successful. It’s will be huge milestone for me.

Reality: my bucket list is still uncrossed. Lol well, except for that one time I’ve (sorry for the pun) crossed the hanging bridge (I’m afraid of heights). There’s definitely a message somewhere there.

No need to look back. Start counting forward. And never stop crossing bridges. Even if it’s rickety and swaying. And the river looks deep under.

Failures? Water under the bridge.

30 is the new awesome!

Should I change the name of the blog now? Nope.

True North is an elusive son of a bee. 😀

But no matter, let your heart be your compass and your faith, the guiding light, and hope is an eternal flame, keep it burning.

 

LOVE,

Your Island Girl

 

 

 

The Art of Missing And Catching The Train

First, we don’t have a train (yet) here in my hometown.😂 It was actually either a bus or jeep i have to catch at dawn, since there is one tranpo sched going to El Nido townproper. But train seems more romantic in a title so there it is. (I’m eating a salty biscuit while writing this, waiting for that tell-tale sign and sounds of approaching vehicle that will save me from my (not exactly) lonely wait outside my aunts house.) I hope i’m fast enough to muscle my way in and get a good seat.

It’s more than a month after my last post.  As i’ve indicated, my intended christmas work vacation was stretched, and i’m still busy enjoying my hometown so much making up for anything i missed for the past 13 years while studying, working and generally living in the city, while still doing some work on the side. Everything seems new once again, with familiar feels but strange memories.

Life here is slow,composed of  bright mornings, dramatic sunsets, cold dawn, and starlights clearly visible against the blue black skies untouched by smoke and pollution. I think that’s my favorite part. To be lost in the infinite vastness of twinkling lights above. I can almost hear them pulsating against the silence of the night.

Bucana, a cove, is a quiet fishing and agricultural village, sorrounded by mountains on both sides and accessible on solitary dusty roads by an overloaded bus and jeep which you have to wake up at 5am to catch. it is about an hour trip from the world renowned tourist town of El Nido. The road is composed of picturesque small farms and huts, with a painter’s precision. Although its not unusual to see Highway Department trucks on the still unpaved dirt roads. People know each other, and seemingly curious enough to know what i’ve doing for the past years.

The bus arrived at the townproper at 7:48am, with the passengers scrambling to disembark abd hurriedly do their respective tasks and official businesses at the municipal hall and buy basic needs, like soap,coffee, sugar, medicines and vitamins and some bric bracs at a bit lower price and catch the bus going back again at 10am along with fresh loads of cargo supplies to be sold at slightly higher price at sari-sari store back home.

My transaction was fast and i was back at the terminal before 9:30am, so i got to choose a seat beside the window at the back of the driver’s seat. I took in the busy area. Male tourist passengers with huge backpacks drenched in sweat, women wearing a combination swimwear and bohemian skirts, skimpy shorts, and sari. All carrying bottled water. They look anxiously at the bus, waving a piece of paper, the conductor listening intently, and gestured towards the door of the bus. Dust swirled as a new bus arrived, bringing in a flurry of activities as passengers retrieved their baggage.

My own bus was still half filled at 10am, and it means we will have departure delay. As i look for my overused strawhut which i carelessly stuffed in slingbag, i felt something warm on the front pocket. I looked inside and found a brown bag of forgotten donuts i purchased at the bakery. I took one and bite into the soft fried dough, savoring the sugary freshness.

I was supposed to go back by first week of January to the big city for 8-5 job. But each morning here, in this place with it’s salty morning breeze and erratic transpo sched, charmed me into staying another day, another week…another month.

I look at the bus bound for Puerto Princesa City and all the things i should be doing there at this time of the year, i remember “Gods of Egypt” showing soon, fries, coke floats, mcdonald’s, pizza, afterwork-stroll at the mall. And that’s it. My friends there would probably missed me during birthday parties and nightouts, but they also have their busy life and they can still call and text me. Also I can have everyday phone calls with relatives there to stay connected.

But maybe they have lots of good books on sale now…

Maybe that french bakery have those cutesy yum little cakes now…

~
I dig into the brown bag and took another donut.

I think i’ll missed that bus… for now and let tomorrow decide.

Love, your Island Girl