That day went fine until life happened. A little past 5 PM, there was a surge of urgent matters that I had to deal with — like expensive marble slabs and other construction materials possibly being disposed of, big bosses (VVIPs) flying in the next week, etc. All these work related plights were resolved eventually.… Continue reading Friday I’m Not in Love
In a shared bedroom with two of my sisters, I was the curator of all things kitsch, cute and considerably unnecessary. My paraphernalia included both curios and recyclable junk but ever since our big move from the suburbs of Quezon City to a high rise residential condominium in Makati, I’ve had to declutter and adapt to a… Continue reading Bookshelf Tour as of January 2015
Nothing exciting has come up in recent days, or even months. Last Monday, I heard the most pivotal rumor that added more sorrow to my already dismal life. It stunned me as I listened to my friend who was delivering the news. I wanted her to stop but each word acted like a stimulant to… Continue reading Pretension
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When my sister revived her old Tamagotchi V4, my interest for this toy was triggered. I rummaged through my closet in search of my V5 Celebrity. Lo and behold! It was covered in dust and tucked away in the corner. However embarrassing it may be for me, I will still describe what state it is… Continue reading What Has My Life Come To?
“He’s a fanatic. And the fanatic is always concealing a secret doubt.”
Gary Oldman as George Smiley, Tinker Tailor Solider Spy 2011
I’ve been meaning to post something like Thought Catalog’s 10 Awesomely Unique Smells That Give Nosegasms but I was beat to it. Thanks to Christopher Hudspeth, I regard myself as less weird now that he put into writing that petrol and “A candle immediately after it has been blown out” is pleasant to the nose.
Do you expect me to fly into a rage like that? I am sorry to disappoint you. You can’t make me mad by calling me names that are true. Certainly I’m a rascal, and why not? It’s a free country and a man maybe a rascal if he chooses. It’s only hypocrites like you, my dear lady, just as black at heart but trying to hide it, who become enraged when called by their right names.
Here’s my first attempt at recording the relatively interesting events of my life. A little background on last week’s activities… I was involved in another film production for my friend’s M.A. class in Film. It was my second time already. Although, this one was much more interesting, since a green screen was used. As a… Continue reading Log #01