California King Bed

Its a amazing how a song can inspire movements of emotion in ones persons alley, riding on the bus-going to the gym (although the nature of the song is not up tempo for gym yet still ok) reading-staying still and  other shenanigans you might think for a pedestrian MTV chance you might get when your alone. Point is, it makes you afloat, stirred up to an awe feeling, enough to actually make me write something about it which Im actually doing right now-with this song and with the enough drive to actually pull through it, and as if anybody is going to read this anyway still it did push me anyhow.

What I really want to drive here is how full of joy I am, getting time to stand still (while listening to CKB covered by Benjamin Wooten-great arrangement I might add) with my partner in life who's watching a flick on Red channel starred Zhang Ziyi, almost cant stop watching him just lying in bed, across the room I observe with all my modesty not to draw too much attention, with the lyrics suspended in my air of inspiration-on contrary to the message of the song-straightforwardly blatantly Im in love with Mike, Ill do all I can to make known to him every second of our relationship together. Like a vogue song(praying hard that with him is not just a trend that will pass and end) I will keep repeating till Im saturated with its melodies, and when the last notes lost its audibility, I move on to the next arrangement of this song. And when all fails who know-next thing, you find yourself hearing its revival, well till then Ill save this original to last me a lifetime of inspiration. :)

Repost

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