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Weekend Snapshot: Lipstick and goodbye

Catching a flight during Holy Week in the Philippines is difficult. I am keeping track of my mother's travel to Auntie M's wake in Cebu via SMS and overseas calls. God she was a very cool aunt; loyal to my philandering uncle til the very end. She had a flair for smart fashion. I wonder how did she look like before she made her final exit. She was once facetious, "I want to be buried wearing my electric red lipstick."

Whether she's getting what she wanted or not, I do not yet know. The latest update that popped into my pc instead says Mama (who arrived at 4 AM today) and Auntie M's daughters are in a hair saloon. I am convinced they are having fun despite the occasion that brought them together. Girls will be girls, funeral or not. And I'm stuck jealous in Bangkok. So what else is there to do but snap the weekend away.

This is my urn and the clay base of my reading lamp. Auntie M is not headed for the crematorium though, but going down a vault. And my urn is where I sometimes store candies.

I dug into drive C and found another relative shot. I went with colleagues to the Grand Palace to pay our respects to HRH Princess Galyani. Her lying in state put an interim lull to the 2008 political protests. Isn't it sweet what princesses do even in death?

And this is the chinese cemetery in Thailand's ancient capital, Ayutthya. I took this shot from a running tour bus.

Apparently not a mausoleum; it's only the Bangkok skyline portraying my thoughts and mood this weekend - a spaghetti mix of dark and sparks. I imagine streaks of Auntie M's lipstick reflected in the electricity that powers the lights. They beckon life to move on.


Juliana RW said…
Makes me want to visit Bangkok someday ;)

My entry this week: in HERE. I hope that you can stop by as well. Thanks
lupusurvivor said…
nice shots. and my condolences.
Hazel said…
@Juliana RW, come visit then :)

@lupusurvivor, thanks. you are kind.
Thailand has always have beautiful palaces. Pretty series of shots!
Arlene said…
Wow shots, Zel! The last photo got the top rating. :)

Happy Monday!

And btw, murag wala paka naka vote kay wala man niuswag akong vote number. lol!
Lovely places and lovely shots indeed.Have a wonderful week ahead!
Hazel said…
ni vote nako len oi :)) i never stood up from my seat yesterday until i finished voting for you.
Carver said…
Those are beautiful shots. I'm sorry for your loss.
sorry to hear about your loss. i hope you're doing well.

have a good easter, and thanks for dropping by my site. :)
Lynn said…
Condolence. She must be a really cool aunt. I like your last shot and the post that goes with it.
Marites said…
I always admire people who find death as natural as living. I still have to arrive at that perception:) Anyway, may Aunt M rest in peace. My WS is up too.
Hazel said…
To Carver, chryseisvivienne, Lynn and Marites: Thank you for your sympathy. I appreciate your thoughtfulness.
liza said…
My deepest sympathy to you and your family. Oo nga no, magkasunod lang sila ng aunt ni hubs.
Kerslyn said…
my condolences. it's the first time I heard of people grieving and yet they are spending time at the saloon. :-)
Hazel said…
hi Liza, thanks for dropping by. pareho tayo say bye-bye na sa mga tita :)
Hazel said…
@Kerslyn, I just realized that it's also my first time to hear of "people grieving and yet they are spending time at the saloon.":-) Well, times have changed. Some Filipino families, mine obviously, no longer stick their noses at the funeral parlor just because they are grieving. At my own father's wake I made it clear that I wasn't keen on people playing board games in front of the coffin from dusk ‘til dawn. It's just not healthy.

Some old grieving practices in the Philippines, i.e. giving off wails that the entire neighborhood can hear or engaging in showy fainting spells - are thankfully disappearing. I am proud that my family takes tragedy using only a few plies of Kleenex. (God, Auntie M's ICU bill is horror enough) While watching my father go down the vault, I managed to remain dry-eyed. It made people ask, "What happened to the Papa's girl?" Had they asked how ripped my heart was at the sight I would have appreciated their sensibility. Then I hosted a catered funeral reception in which the menu included cakes and ice cream along with heavy meat. A little niece wondered, "Is it Grandpa's birthday?" (birthday ba ni Lolo?)

My family likes to celebrate life. It may sound strange against traditional Filipino culture of dealing with death, but that's how we cope. I accept your condolences, Kerslyn, with the hope that others do not have to knock themselves out grieving over their loss.
Sukhmandir Kaur said…
When you say your ur, does that mean you have yours already pciked out? Its beautiful. I love the roof lines wow all the fillagree. Is it a palace?

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