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    The Sunday Currently, Vol. 3
    Monday, December 4, 2017 | 2 comments
    Hello there everybody! I hope that life has been kind to you recently. Wow, it's already December huh? It feels so surreal that the year is actually ending. I always see this Christmas countdown counter in the news, and from 100 days, it slowly dwindled— 90 days, 80, 60, 50 days left, but now it's less than 25 days before Christmas! Well, since that's what I celebrate at least. But to my bretheren of other traditional festivities, happy holidays ❤️

    Today's entry will be another volume of Sunday Currently. I've been surprisingly busy as of late, with me attending beauty school and all that, which is why I haven't found time to write up other blog posts for a while (aside from the monthly Sunday Currently and SVMWC entries). I do apologize for that. I have been going to beauty school and learning to cut hair, so maybe I'll write about that someday :D How have you all been lately? Please do leave a comment and tell me how you week has been!

    I definitely will not post this on time, as I only started typing this at like, an hour before midnight. But, I will still consider this a Sunday post because I am yet to retire to bed LOL. All that aside, here's volume troix of my Sunday Currently ✨ Enjoy!
    Reading: this manga called Last Game. It's a cheesy rom-com that's a bit predictable, but is such a guilty pleasure! One thing I like about it is that unlike most shoujo manga, this story is set in college and not in high school. Nevertheless, the uncommon college setting brings a different charm, so I quite like it.

    Writing: down a list of things I'll probably need for university. I'm starting this February, so I thought that it'd be best to prepare this early though :D

    Listening: to a song called Que Sera, Sera. I'm actually not sure who made the original song, but I'm listening to the Sly and The Family Stone version. I discovered this song when I watched the Heathers movie (which is really good! Definitely a cult classic) a while back, and have been listening to the song every now and then. It's not my usual fare when it comes to music, but I enjoy this song 😄 It sounds very nostalgic, though the object of such a sentiment alludes me.

    Thinking: about how close Christmas already is ❤ I'm so excited for the holidays, I can't believe that it's here! Well, almost. I'm really looking forward to spending my last Christmas in the Philippines with my family and friends, so I've been daydreaming a lot about Christmas parties and hanging out with my cousins lololol.

    Smelling: nothing, as I've had the sniffles for the past two days and my nose is clogged and runny! Ugh, I always forget how inconvenient colds are.

    Wishing: that this cold would go away. I want to sleep undisturbed, and not get up every ten minutes to blow my nose.

    Hoping: that I'll do well in college when the time comes. I'm so anxious about it, it's saddening. The prospect of attending college/uni abroad is exciting, but at the same time, I bet I'll really miss my friends and family and pets. So yeah, I'm really hoping I could adjust well and thrive 😊

    Wearing: some shorts and a red t-shirt. I'm actually writing this post late at night, so I'm already in my sleeping clothes, ready to go to bed lol ✨

    Loving: this game called Doki Doki Literature Club! I watched this Youtube gamer called  CinnamonToastKen play it, and let me tell you— this game is not what it seems to be like. It's so good! Explaining it too much would spoil the fun, so I suggest you check it out for yourself *evil laugh*

    Wanting: to buy some fairy lights! I've also started thinking about how I want to decorate my dorm room for college, and I really want some fairy lights. I don't know about you, but I'm a wuss who needs lights to fall asleep LOL. Having a night light seems a bit embarrassing though, so I was thinking that perhaps some aesthetic fairy lights would do the trick.

    Needing: some exercise. Or really, any sort of physical activity. Though I do get a bit of that by constantly standing up in beauty school to cut hair, I don't think that's enough lol. I really wanna grow taller... I wish that I would. Is there still hope? We'll find out someday 😔

    Feeling: surprisingly tired, even if I slept all afternoon! I don't know why, but sometimes when you rest a lot, you end up more tired. Is it just me?

    Clicking: or rather, tapping away on this app called Egg Inc. on my iPad. It's a really cute and simple game where you own a poultry farm, and it's one of those games where you need to tap incessantly to move further up the metaphorical rungs of the game ladder lol. It's fun seeing a rush of chickens run into their coops! It's all even cuter when you hear the chicken noises 


    And thus, this month's Sunday Currently has come to an end. Thank you so much for reading! If you guys have written your own Sunday Currently entries, do leave a comment with a link to your blog so I can go check it out as well! 

    On another note, I really love the holidays! I'm going to curate a new playlist for this blog soon because who doesn't love seasonal music? Anyways, see y'all again soon, and always take care 

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    Powders: A Short Story
    Friday, December 1, 2017 | 4 comments
    Hello everyone, good day! How has life been? I hope that everything's been relatively manageable for you. Please take care of yourselves, and do take some time to pursue your hobbies! Whether it's music, writing, or reading a book, as long as you indulge in a bit of self-care to stay sane then some good should come from it ❤️

    Anyways, this post will be another short story; that is, another entry for the monthly writing challenge Andrea hosts over at Spaceships, Vampires, and Very Secret Agents. I really do want to encourage everyone to participate in this, perhaps even in future installments of the challenge! It's a fun exercise to help writers (aspiring or otherwise) to get creative and keep those skills sharp ✨ You can check out this November's theme over here, and tell her that I sent you LOLOL. Take time to explore their blog as well, you won't regret it! Oh, and if you'd like to read my previous entries for this monthly writing challenge, check out blog posts in this site that have the SVMWC tag; I'd love to hear what you think!

    Am I risking cultural appropriation? I don't know lol, but I did try to research about this so I hope I won't say anything too out of place (please do say if anything sounds factually incorrect though!). I tried to make a short story that depicts the different experiences of perception. Without further ado, I present to you, dear readers, my entry for this month's theme— color. Please enjoy.

    The sun was poised up high above the deep blue sky. Warm rays of sunshine bounced off the delicate swathes of clouds scattered across the ultramarine expanse. The small Indian town was only starting to wake, yet shops remained closed as a small crowd started to gather in the town square.

    In one of the little inns tucked between the streets of small town was a young woman, perhaps in her twenties. She was sitting on the floor of her lodging, both her arms and legs crossed; her brow was knit in evident frustration.

    "What an idiot I am," she sighed. Strewn in front of the cross legged woman were her various belongings. A tripod leaned haphazardly on the edge of her purple suitcase, which looked like it was ransacked. Crumpled shirts lay in sad piles surrounding the woman, a laptop expertly balanced on the mounds of fabric with the rest of the things she had packed to shoot this year's Holi, the magnificent festival of colors.

    Alas, one vital object was missing from this assemblage of goods— the camera itself. Her beautiful, swarthy Canon EOS 5D Mark IV was nowhere to be found; probably forgotten in a closet at home. "I'm such a scatterbrain. Of all things, I just had to leave the cam behind," the woman sighed, berating herself. Unfortunately there is not much for her to do in the absence of her photography implement, as she would be unable to do her job without a camera. "I'm already here though; it'd be a waste to not see Holi for myself," the woman said to herself. And so, she gets up and put on comfortable clothes, and went on her way.

    It was only a few minutes past 7 AM, but the streets were already brimming with people and powders. Strangers patted yellow ochre dust on one another and wished for their good health. A pair of lovers dashed by, playfully chasing each other with vibrant crimson in their fists. The air was heavy with tinted mist. Holi was already well under way, but the woman was in no mood to partake in the kaleidoscopic festivities— not after finding out that she wouldn't be able to document it.

    As the woman absentmindedly wandered the streets, a group of howling teenagers sprinted across her, letting loose a flurry of reds and blues that found its way onto her shirt. The woman had no time to react, and simply stood there on the curb, wide eyed.

    "C'mon guys, wait up! You're too fast," a girl— perhaps the same age as those teens— yelled as she ran after them. Unfortunately, it seemed like this girl is not the most physically fit, as she placed her hands on her knees and was gasping for air. She looked up at the color-assaulted woman who was in shock. "Madame, are you alright there?"

    The woman probed her apparel with gentle touches, but the red dye managed to stain her fingers nevertheless.

    "You're shirt's going to be stained for a while," the teenage girl noted, shaking her head. "I do hope that that's a spare."

    "Sadly, it isn't," the woman said in disdain. "But it's alright, really. I did go out today in order to observe the festivities, so getting the colors of Holi on me is to be expected," she laughs. "By any chance, are you a local? I'm a journalist for The Daily Mail, but due to unfortunate circumstances, taking photographs isn't possible for me right now. But it'd be a shame to return to Mumbai empty handed, so I'd really appreciate if you could show me around and give an interview?"

    The girl nods and smiled. "Sure! I'd be glad to lend you a hand! May I ask what's this 'unfortunate circumstance' is about?"

    "I, uh," the woman stammered, scratching her head. "I forgot to pack a camera before coming here."
    Indra lifted a hand over her mouth, barely concealing a giggle. "Is that so? That's rsaeally unfortunate madame, but I'd be willing to act as a tour guide."

    "Thank you," the woman smiled. "Let's talk as you show me around. May I know your name please?"

    The teenager nodded. "My name is Indra. May I ask for yours as well?"

    "You can call me Carmencita," the journalist woman smiled. "Indra is a wonderful name. From indradhanush, the Hindi for 'rainbow'. Quite fitting for this festival," she added with a chuckle.

    "Thanks, but it's rather ironic," Indra laughed. "I ought to mention I'm colorblind, if that'll affect anything regarding the interview."

    Carmencita shook her head reassuringly. "It's alright, I don't mind in the slightest."

    The two females started to walk down the crowded road. "I guess you know by now that Holi is essentially a spring festival— a welcoming," Indra began. "People throw abir, colored powder, on each other to symbolize playfulness and good wishes. The colors each mean something as well."

    The pair entered the town square, a bustling park teeming with families, lovers, and friends with vibrant, abir touched skin. They decided to sit on one of the benches that lined the path.

    "I hope that my question does not come off as a breach of privacy, but I'm genuinely curious— how does it feel to celebrate and be a part of a cultural festivity that heavily relies on the visage of colors?" Carmencita asked, her torso slightly turned to look at Indra.

    "Well, I don't really know," Indra carefully said, rubbing her chin. "It's odd. I've been born with this handicap, so not being able to distinguish certain colors is my normal." A short silence ensued before she continued. "Although, people do talk about colors a lot, so I think I have a good grasp of how they feel at the very least."

    Carmencita raised an eyebrow at the girl's response. "How colors feel? Now that's an interesting sentiment. Tell me about that."

    Indra's gaze landed on another pair of lovers, walking side by side as they left a trail of crimson in their wake. "Hmm, those pair of lovers over there," she pointed. "Although I cannot see what color the powders on their skin is, I'm almost sure that it's red. Red feels like something passionate. It's the rage that blinds your eyes, the adrenaline in your veins. But at the same time, it seems like the color of a warm flush on someone's cheeks during a moment of joy and love. Red feels like the color of a confident woman's lipstick."

    "Over there, those leaves," Indra continued, gesturing towards some trees. "I've at least had the knowledge of their usual colors as green, so I associate green with life. It's the smell of the earth and the sound of rustling leaves. It's lush and peaceful and all over, like the grass underfoot or the canopy of trees."

    Carmencita briefly closes her eyes as she lets Indra's words weave tapestries in her mind, then opens them again. "Fascinating. When you put it that way, it sounds very lovely," she smiled. "You have a great way with words, Indra."

    "Thanks you," she smiled. "I think color is a visceral thing; it's not just what's visible," she explained. "Perhaps that's why I think of colors the way I do."

    "That's definitely a unique perspective."

    "Is it though?" Indra mused. "Well, I guess the 'feel' of colors is not something people would usually think about. What about you though," she asked. "I'm curious as to how you perceive colors!"

    Carmencita scratches her head. "It's not really that interesting," she said. "I guess I only rely on the visual clues to tell them apart. Reds are the colors of cherries and strawberries. Blues are skies. All very practical."

    "Huh, well that's a bit dull I think," Indra remarked. "A life without any sort of whimsy; no offense madame, but it seems like that's how you see the world right now."

    Carmencita laughs. "None taken. You may be speaking the truth there. I've been living life around the printing presses for years; all the black and white of journalism has sucked away my soul." The older woman slumped back onto the bench. "Now let me tell you something; in our profession, things are either true or not true. It's very clean cut. No nonsense," she described.

    "To be frank, I think I've lost my passion," Carmencita continued. "It all feels stale and drab. I've been wanting and waiting to do something big, but," she trailed off and shrugged.

    "Then I guess it's just right that you're here in time for Holi," Indra replied after a few moments of silence. "A festival of colors and spring. Just what a sleeping soul needs to wake up," she smiled.

    "I suppose," the older woman affirmed. "Thank you Indra, that was enlightening. If you don't mind, I'd like to cut the interview short and end it here," Carmencita said as she got on her feet.

    The teenager shook her head. "That's fine with me. Good luck with your article, madame."


    "Perhaps I'll go experience the colors of Holi for myself. It was a pleasure meeting you Indra, goodbye," Carmencita beamed, waving goodbye as she traversed the path through the rainbow bathed park.

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