Big Black Bag

Starvation starts in 3, 2...

How red is my wall?

Fuck Maslow's hierarchy of needs. I have to lose weight anyway.

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This Week

Thank God. Now that midterms is done and over with, I can finally focus on more important matters like Philippine Fashion Week.

To be honest, I'm a little discouraged to go because I don't have any idea what to wear. I have a look in mind but those bad ass chunky, slouchy, leather boots that Erin and I found at Greenbelt are way over what I am logically allowed to spend. I have two days left to find something like these or these. I need to find good footwear otherwise, I'll go barefoot on Saturday night and call it homeless shit chic.

Anyway, here are a few pics from last Monday when I met up with Erin and his wonderful friend Patricia.

Patricia, Erin and moi goofing around Power Mac

Smile! Pose! Click!

After Ayala, the fairy and I went to The Fort to finally check out Muji which was followed by dinner at Larry's.

Erin and I shared this healthy, hefty dinner plus fruit drinks and some tea.

MFG popped by to say hi which was a great way to cap off the day eventhough the first thing he said was, "You're wearing a poncho!" Clearly, I was not. It's a scarf.

Muji Plastic Drawer: Home For My Clutter

That's how my week is going so far. I hope everything gets better in the coming days---for you and for me and the entire human race.

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Fabulous Faith

For the first time in my life, I'm feeling a painful blow against my sexuality. I really didn't pay attention to such concepts before as I know what is right or wrong---and that doesn't mean I've been living a virtuous life. But when someone else who I truly value, someone whose thoughts, beliefs and inclinations may slightly differ from mine, is involved, it becomes an all-important dilemma commanding each tear to fall.

It's unfair that the decision, willingness, determination to commit to this one person seem not enough. I'm worried that these feelings are seemingly inadequate. Well yes, love is powerful. But love for what, or for whom, conquers all?

All this because I'm gay?

The entire time I've been keeping the faith, hoping. I honestly feel like I've evolved into a different person capable of that much patience, restraint and understanding. Sometimes I think I've completely lost my mind. Maybe I have. But I certainly have not lost my determination. At the end of the day, I'm comforted by the fact that I'm doing my part in the best way I know, with all that I have.

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Eat Pray Whine

What do you do if your restroom is getting retiled and you can't use it for the next four hours or so? You curse your overactive bladder of course and make it a good excuse to go see a movie and call it a social life.

If my weekends are not spent buried in school work, I do it by attending to home improvements and chores. As I've mentioned, my wall is finally finished. This time around, the part of the apartment that kept me concerned is the restroom which is finally getting retiled after weeks and weeks of reminding the owner. The contractor has been on it since yesterday. I thought everything will be done by this afternoon but no, they need one more day. And since tomorrow (or today) is a holiday, the retiling won't get finished until Tuesday. It's so frustrating.

Anyway, after hearing mass, H (good friend and now housemate) and I went to Greenbelt for dinner with another friend. The two of us then watched 'Eat Pray Love' which is a very long yet entertaining movie. I like it because it has food, travel and romance. It touches a few, important philosophical matters that most grown men and women can relate to. Also, James Franco is in it.

It was almost 2am when we got home. Now, taking a bath means standing on a puddle of this cement-like tile adhesive which, as we were told, should be dry by this evening. But it's not. What a mess. Whatever. Tomorrow's another day; one with no work so that's awesome. Good night!

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Watch This Space

 Spot the previously gargantuan pimple.

Since yesterday afternoon, I've been slaving over my wall. I would have finished it last night had I not run out of 'Happy Red' which is about 95% of the mixture. So after work today, I went straight to Ace Hardware not minding the storm.

Happy Red, not Jollibee red.

It looks good. I'm not taking/posting more pictures until I'm done cleaning up though. I'm beyond exhausted, my limbs are about to fall off.  Good night.

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KLM Bag Tags

Look what arrived in the mail today!

This is a sketch I made months ago. I want it on a t-shirt.

It's from a limited online promotion of KLM where they let you design your own bag tags by putting any picture on one side. The tags are then delivered to your doorstep, all for free.

Thanks to H who sent me the link, I got to grab a slot, et voila! An envelope containing two similar bag tags came this morning! It was a good way to start the day. Come to think of it I should have shared the link here. Tsk! Tsk!

MFG do you remember this? We were talking when I made this online. I even shared the link to you. Anyway, I miss you.

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Muji Manila

Forget the Forever 21 sale this weekend.---err, at least I will. Their men's selection is reminiscent of Surplus Shop.

The opening of the first Muji store in Manila is a more delectable swiping spree methinks.



I haven't buried myself in credit card debt in a while and this may be the perfect chance. Now if I can only have the time.

Check out Chuvaness for a sneak peek of the store located in The Fort, right above the Gap store.

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In Sickness and In Style

Thank God I'm feeling so much better now. Last Sunday night I was feeling so sick I thought it was time to say buhbye to the world. I had to miss work yesterday to rest (and by that I mean I did school work and cooked herbed chicken or something like it) and to consult a doctor. Surprise, surprise, it's my fucking throat again. Seriously, I'm making the makers of Bactidol and those of Augmentin---which is so fucking expensive by the way especially if taken three times a day for a week---very rich.

Anyway, I just want to whine about how I've been so stressed out lately. That same night that I got so sick was the first time in a long time that I slept early, at 11pm. Juggling work and school isn't as easy as I thought. The last time I went to the gym was a month and a half ago. These days, sprinting my way to class is the closest I get to exercising. Good thing school is usually quite fun, especially tonight's Marketing class, so that makes things bearable, at least for now.

In other news, Philippine Fashion Week is just around the corner. I already got one invite courtesy of Xernan Orticio. Hopefully, I'll be able to make it this time. I've already missed way too many shows in the past. It's about time I report to the the tents local fashion scene. What I'll wear is beyond me. I was thinking of those black 'mandals' from 5cm but they've sold out. It's probably a good thing though because that would have been two month's worth of groceries. Ohmigod, I'm favoring logic over fashion? What's my name again? But seriously, right now, I just need to get better and stay alive.

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A Little Cheese

It's not easy. But, I'm, you know... It's just that. You... And all this. It's... Oh, you know what I mean.

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25 Hours

First, news flash: Mayon Volcano has officially relocated to my face. PHIVOLCS take note! It shouldn't be a wonder. With the amount of stress I've been subjected to, it's bound to physically manifest.

Time is the ultimate, ultimate luxury indeed. If I had more of that, I want to do a little shopping, have a long, sumptous lunch and/or dinner, finish painting the rest of my statement wall, paint the antique-ish, wooden sofa H gave me, watch 'Eat, Pray, Love', sleep for at least 8 hours, and if I really had that much time, not to mention moolah, I'd like to go to the beach or even just Tagaytay and simply relax and clear my mind. But who am I kidding, right?

It's 11pm. I have to eat something.

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Epic Shittiness

I am beyond pissed off and so fucking disappointed. But I'm also busy and I have a paper to work on so fuck it.

I'm just going to stuff my face with Becky's Kitchen brownies and some left over vodka while I make the most of what's left of my brain cells. Have a good night.

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