The White Man

His fascination for white things was once again satisfied. 


He adored white unlike any other color there was. 
A few years ago, he bought a cute little dog covered with curly white fur. He loved the dog dearly that at some point of their relationship, it became the master and he became the dog. Being a beast, however, the dog was wild and was always longing to be free; free from the loving and caring arms of its master; free from his possession. One day, the dog ran away. His neighbors would tell him that they sometimes see the white dog running around the place but running even faster when it sees someone looking at him.


He became very lonely because of this. He cried for the lost of the white dog that was very dear to him.
 
One day, while he watching people pass by from inside his room, a white owl nestled on his window. The white owl quickly caught his attention. It seemed to him that it came from places he wanted to go and places he has never been to. The white owl fascinated him. The owl had feathers that shone like pearl. He loved the owl dearly. In the mornings, he would carefully stroke the owl's feather, feed it with his own food and bring it wherever he would go. The owl felt loved. In return, it showed him different places and taught him new things. They would look at each other's eye as if speaking with each other.
 
One day, it occured to him that he wanted to go to the White Place everybody was talking about to see more white things. The owl wanted to go with him and showed how it can fly to the White Place. But it was too late. He already had a new fascination. His mind and heart was already fixed to the white place and nothing not even the owl can ever stop him.

And so it was, he went to the that place leaving behind the white owl. The white owl was very sad. It wanted to fly and follow him to the white place but its wings will not have survived in the long distance.

The man grew very fond of the White Place. One day, he noticed white spots on his skin. And alas he jumped with joy because at last, he himself will become white. His greatest dream on earth was finally coming true. Slowly, the white spots will spread and in no time cover his entire body.

And so it went, that the man who dearly loved white was united with white. And he lived happily ever after.

The End.


(Written during a train ride from Araneta to Legarda Station)

Online Shop Made By A Pro

I would like to congratulate my kikay Friend, Dra. Ellen Zarah Gonzaga and her fiancé, Randy Reyes for having launched their online shop today in Facebook called the BeckyVintage Dress! 


As a backgrounder, I give you the shop description as cited from their page. 


"Becky Vintage is an online shop owned by two fashion savvy ladies who delight finding and capturing whimsical pieces in thrift shops and vintage stores.

Born in late 2010, Becky Vintage has started to store beautiful and timeless pieces in its treasure trunk ready to be discovered by fashionistas and vintage lovers as well. Being a pioneer in vintage clothing shop that caters to a larger market, Becky Vintage offers a wide variety of sizes ranging from petite, slim up to plus sizes."

Becky Vintage unites talent and passion to hunt for unique vintage finds, every item is carefully selected with meticulous consideration into its design and quality. As Becky Vintage rummages through the endless racks of thrifting adventures, it will continue to strive to bring pleasure to those who want to integrate vintage pieces into their outfit."


Dra. Ellen has a gift for shopping. Back then, whenever we go to Ukay-ukay stalls, she would spend so much time patiently unveiling clothes,  looking closely at their colors, delicately investigating the the fabrics, and  intimately appreciating the designs before buying and making tawad. Me? I just waited. Haha!


Randy, on the other hand has a passion for photography and taste for elegance. He has an eye  for detail and a talent for arts and aesthetics.


Put them together, the result was a webpage made by a pro! 


I was so entertained watching the girls especially my Friend showcase the clothes. The debut collection is a family-and friends-inspired one. They even named this dress, "Charisse."

More than the commercial value, this webpage is a celebration of passion, of life, of love, of dreams, and, how they interplay and create beautiful things. 


I am so proud of them. :)


I fully support them on this undertaking (as if it matters, haha)! At any rate, goodluck my Friends!


Please visit their shop by following this link:
 http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100002074603153