Bud Wiser

As I was in need of a new bag for traveling (I didn't have any budget at the moment to buy my dream North Face bag), I thought of finally freeing up of junk my blue JanSport Big Student backpack. It was a padala (consignment) of my Auntie from the U.S. (so it is an original!). If I'm not mistaken, I had it since second or third year college -- that's almost 10 years of just using it as a storage bag! True to its brand, the bag's still functional and strong despite stuffing it with big photo albums, old toys, random school stuff and a can of Budweiser. Yes, I kept a can of Budweiser. And the can was years older than the bag itself.

Old Budweiser

Days of a (Former) Drunkard

A colleague once advised that I "open up to more people." I actually thought I am doing so by owning this personal blog. Nevertheless, it got me thinking that majority of my most memorable experiences -- some I thought were regretful -- were kept hidden even from my closest friends. If they get to read this story arc, I believe they would be surprised. First and foremost, they never knew that I once considered myself a drunkard.

Disclaimer again: No, I have no intentions of boring the whole world by sharing much about my life. But like most of us, snippets of our old life do end up as amusing stories to be blurted out -- or so I thought.

And since this is my blog and I have the whole right to write anything under the sun, let me be proud of myself by putting "former" in what could have been my outlook over life and love:

Bud Wiser

Vod Can

Sans Miguel

Entering A New Season

I suddenly found myself taking a different route. All that has happened (and is happening, as of this writing) seemed to have conspired to totally open an all-new season in my life. While some are planned, most events transpired without even the slightest hint -- in fact all are too drastic that I can't even keep up and I just had to let it slide.

The moments are too unprecedented and I just realized I am in a story arc that's bound to end yet another chapter. It's season finale indeed. But as much as I hate to create a big deal out of these moments, I know they had to matter. After all, the outcome may either build or destroy my character.

While I don't intend to shed my whole life to the world, these series of posts are meant to record the emotion and thoughts that I know I can sentimentally value, gushing on that crazy, zealous idea that I can surreptitiously inspire others.

Hit the episodes below:

Wanted: Girlfriend

Yeah, why not post it if you're desperate. But am I really that deperate?!? LOL! I am not bad-looking, am I? Oh, well, I am not a sports hearttrob that can easily (and confidently) ask a girl on a date for Valentine's via Twitter. Guess I'd have to settle with the smiley she sent to me way back November 17 at 5:13AM Manila time. Yes, I twitted Angel how much I admired her workaholic ways and she replied privately with a smiley. Woot! Woot!

I can't blame Phil. Though he's not getting it on February 14, Angel hinted they may do it some other time. Lucky Azkal!

Oh yeah, I remember I have been keeping a McDonald's My Sweety Bear for years now, thinking I'll find the right girl to give the toy on a Valentine's (Is this still sweet, girls? Oh, I spoiled it!). It's still with me as of this writing so I guess I'll have another year to keep him. *Sigh*

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!!!