Okay, Lazy hands!!!

le 15 avril 2008

16:55 / Makati, Philippines

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Normally, I would write entries after midnight or right before I sleep. But last night, it was different. I admit. I got so addicted taking pictures des nouveaux sacs que je viens juste d’acquérir!!!

Here they are:

… the Jean Paul Gaultier!!! (Yes, I bought it… no matter what)

a Bally messenger bag!!!

Finally, something that I could use!!! It’s much more difficult to look for bags like these because handbags and purses are more prevalent. I really, really, really love the hardware they used in Bally:

 

It looks quite beaten down (I have to stuff scarves inside so as to make it retain its shape) but nevertheless I love it! But since I have to go to the gym today (as yesterday, I wasn’t able to workout… first bead in a string full of unfortunate events hier!!!), I used the Gaultier. The chain makes it look a little gay, but it’s androgynous (according to my colorblind eyes).

And then, as I’ve mentioned earlier. This chain of unfortunate events:

1) April 14 is Monday. I work out every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Since I was on leave last Friday, it left me with a 3-day vacation (just in time for my birthday.. meaning I didn’t work out last Friday). But when I woke up, Mama left and I was left with Kuya (who was sleeping) and my nephew JB. I was rushing (as usual) to fix myself and get ready with my work out clothes in the bag. Then all of a sudden. My nephew cam up to me and said that he’s hungry. So there, I’ve got no choice but stay as I can’t just let him fix his own food or mama would come home with a messy kitchen. NO WORKOUT FOR 5 DAYS!!!

2) I was busy scurrying as there was this shitty rain and I have to look the gate. Holding a pink umbrella (yes… so gay, as I remembered Mama asking me that she’d use my maroon umbrella when I was still in trance mode in my bed), I was trying to lock the gate while the skies above were swarmed by big nimbus clouds. Then I was walking fast to get to the trike terminal and stuffing stuff (ID, keys, cellphone, iPod) into my bag. Then, when I was already inside the trike, somebody texted me and I noticed that my stylus was gone! Wow! I don’t have any stylus left!!! (I lost the first one in an escalator connecting SM and Glorietta. Imagine the scene I made as I poked to save that stylus). Now, I only use my fingers and just imagine how tasking it was to check the check boxes.

3) I went to BPI - Concepcion to withdraw money. There were two ATMs. Before I even came up to the machines, I overheard a couple complaining that the ATMs are malfunctioning. I still bothered to use them since I needed the sum. I used one machine, waited for 1500, then transaction cancelled. Okay, next machine. Ditto. Then, I tried again the previous machine. Nada. Then I went to the guard outside told him the shit that was happening. Then he said to me to try again (with him overlooking my transaction), then Voilà! There was my 1500. But wait, along came out the transaction slip and POOF! 3000 was debited from my account! This is a disaster since I already told myself I have to be a miser for the days to come since I have spent quite a sum (no.. make it a lot!) buying stuff, and those BAGS in particular. Bye bye 1500!!! … on second thought, why would I allow that? I came inside the bank and rant my innings out. Tomorrow, I’ll know if they returned my money in the account.

4) I rode an FX going to LRT2 - Katipunan. The fare IS just 15. But wait, this moron-of-a-driver refused to give me the exact change. He owed me 5 pesos. Okay, for some it’s just 5 pesos but I strongly believe that we shoud all honestly earn what is due to us. I work hard for every single peso in my payroll account and I won’t allow abusive drivers like him. So, it started with just a polite request, then all of a sudden he started ranting. Oh my. I was trying to compose myself and tell him politely but authoritatively what he was lacking. It was a great case of self-control, and knowing how I “would have” normally behaved, he’s off to Hades. But my eyes suddenly dimmed and blurted out “Huwag nga kayong madugas Manong!“…and I was told to get off the FX. Nice. Very, very, very nice!

5) On the shuttle going home, there was this dispute between the drivers and the passengers because one FAILED to pay the fare. I already gave my 100 pesos and expecting for my change. Then when we were at Masinag. The driver literally stopped before the intersection and halted everyone just to figure out why is he lacking 50 pesos (I just found out that very instant that the fare is no longer 45 and is already 50… great). You see there was this small group of middle-aged people in the shuttle and they were talking like it’s just 12:00 noon. They were the one manning this soul-search, and they were pretty annoying. Turned out, the most talkative one thought that his friend payed for him as the ywere claiming earlier that they have paid the full amount. Twerp. That’s the reason why we have this saying “Maraming namamatay sa maling akala”. You SHOULD have asked first, moron, and not assume immediately. And with that, it costed me 20 minutes of my resting time. TANGA!

Hay… it was a shitty day. Then I recalled. Monday. April 14. It was raining. It was Monday when we broke up 3-months ago, and yes, it was January 14. Heaven wasn’t raining but it was me pouring my soul out as tears leaked my eyes. I recall this song of The Carpenters “Rainy Days and Mondays“. But in all fairness to me, I wasn’ t melodramatic. I was just thinking that we were together for three months, and it has been three months since he left me.

Ikle once sent me (a forwarded message from Sir Mel) a message quoting Paolo Coelho, something like loving is short and forgetting is forever. This is what I’m exactly feeling. But I’m more sober now. Maybe la raison pour laquelle I’m very fixated with designer bags lately is because I feel a certain boost in confidence and flatter myself on how keen my eyes were when it comes to these things. Yep, it was quite costly what I’m hunting for, but it really makes me sober.

At this point, I’m in no position to love another person. I just want somebody to talk to because being quiet makes me melodramatic and quite abusive of myself. I no longer want to physically hurt myself. I no longer want to be insecure. This shitty fluctuation of emotions is unnerving. I just want this phase to be over with.

On a lighter note, yesterday, I was able to knot a tie for the first time!!! It was because we are obliged to look formal and business-like for one whole week because of this merger between our company and Reuters. I refuse to wear the typical business whatever other guys are heralding of, so preppy is just my thing (and I love preppy). I was wearing this light-colored argyle sweats and a snobby-private-school-like tie.  This is my first half-Windsor attempt:

And we (Faye and I) celebrated our birthday in Yellow Cab with Jaime and YL:

But wait! When I was in MRT yesterday, I saw this very goodlooking bagage:

… and thanks to the zoom of my cellphone:

… It’s Pierre Cardin!!!

Lastly, when I just got off from LRT2 in Gateway, I saw an old couple pulling their LV luggage… it was very nice (the luggage, not the couple) and I was green with envy.

Okay. What I have shitty wrote is quite a lot.

xoxo

Bry Dee