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The early departure of something on the verge of a melt down-leads to the instinct that it will never go away. Im trying to be safe on my words for I have a few things to spare and these few things are what I need to share. Let me begin with what comes out of me naturally, The insensitivity in me is killing me and its killing my relationship. What happens when a naturally bad attitude comes to play in a relationship were all the love in the world is the only things that matters. I wish I could take it all back, and it kills me that maybe this wont be the last of it, maybe this will start a battle of never ending quarrels, I will try my best to actually endowed myself in disciplining all the things that I have for what comes natural to me and try to really control it. I love him with all my heart, I can sacrifice the world to him. PLease take me back.

Road to 5th Avenue

Spotted here in the busy streets of Padre Faura-where all the “hammer bars and hotels” are situated-two worlds of the upper and lower side of Malate, I come to a store where all a window of opportunity to every greatest artisans and designer collide to spare me a piece of their masterpieces.

As I rumble on to every piece of clothes that I came in contact with-I have the perkiest feeling that I’m going to lay hands on a designer-and there it was Etro-I spun on to brink of hesitation-I inspected for authenticity…Its mine!

I ask how much it was and to my surprise the lady speaking in Ilocano (which I happen to understand for my dad being an Ilocano) said 50 pesos (woah!) I was expecting around 400-and took the chance to bargain some more and ask if I can have it for 30 pesos-she decline-I took another chance…40 pesos- deal! Whew wow-my body was filled with endorphins-for a really cheap find where in reality I can’t even afford to actually buy a button of Etro. That really made my night. I took a cab and headed home as I passed through all the streets… it came to me-is my happiness worth 40 pesos?

What am I driving at, the point that it’s practical? Or the idea that I’m getting good quality clothes for a really lesser price? Is it a stigma to pull of garments from somebody’s trash and put together a good ensemble? From a pile of stuff you put together an outfit, fit for the runway and brag about it…the mere fact that you are wearing a masterpiece, a good quality hand sown dress from an experienced artisan in Italy-where they establish new techniques (top secret for every fashion house) is a big opportunity-especially for me where my basic salary manages to fly away and secure just the rent, I at least get the chance to wear designer clothes, I at least get the chance to know how it is to be fabulous. Well there you go-the cheapest happiness that can find might just be around the corner waiting for out to rummage upon, just be equipped with patience and  a good bargaining skills to boost. Good luck! J