coffee break

by now i guess you’ve guessed that my #1 addiction is shoes. nice italian leather shoes. i have a lot of shoes and i figured that though people usually invest in houses or cars, i invest on good shoes. there’s this feeling that one gets on donning on a finely crafted, well designed, beautiful shoes that best even sex. yes, i’ll trade hot sex with a good pair of pradas anytime.

i don’t want to play favorites with my shoes because they do have feelings and tend to be jealous of my usual shoes, but, between you and me, i love and gaga over my croc skin shoes. i love how it looks like, never mind that it stings like hell after an hour of wearing it. going over my shoe racks, i noticed a a black pair i bought in the u.s., 2 years ago. and i haven’t worn it, not once, except when i tried it on. it’s a stacy adams that i fell in love with while in new york. i actually bought 2 pairs of stacys but this one happened to be not worn. i think i decided to wear it on special occasions, but i never did had that special occasion. so, she was silently tucked away in my shoe rack. cleaning her up real good, buff and shine to its window display moment.

a tip,  when traveling, bring with you 2 leather shoes, a brown and a black pair. make sure that it’s not a brown-brown, in the first place why would you wear/own brown shoes in the shade of earth? you don’t want to do that, trust me. earth shade brown is a nightmare when it comes to matching it with your wardrobe. don’t stuff your shoes on your overstuffed luggage, love your shoes so it would love you back. shoes should be either in your carry-on or in your check-luggage provided you’ve secured it and it won’t get squished. on the plane, wear your most comfortable kicks, but please no flip-flops on international flights. a nice sneakers or trainers would do. if you need to exercise your foot specially in long haul fight, remove your shoes and try flexing your foot and stand on the balls of your foot. this would not only improve blood circulation and give you instant relief, it would also improve your foot arch to get the high-arch shape that you’ve wanted so dearly.

it’s september 3 here, labor day holiday. might as well get some sun and explore my new home for 3 months, zip code 45202.

i finally uploaded the pictures from our bantayan island escapade. i know that i am a city slicker, can’t stand the quiet life of the province more so of a remote island where my globe visibility won’t work to it’s full potential. but from time to time i do enjoy not worrying about anything. although i was on call most of the time while i was there. but the idea that i will be in this remote island, living the simple life is somewhat appealing. only for short period, like 4 days. i love the cool, salty morning breeze as it touches you skin. the feeling of fine, white sand as you walk bare foot on the shore. walking up not knowing what’s for breakfast or lunch but the comfort of knowing that it would be a feast every time with the bounty of this beautiful aquamarine mass. i always thought that living a simple life is over rated, i still do. but for 4 days i did, and it was good.

all this bouts of loneliness shit, it is so not me. last week, with yaya in tow,  we went to greenbelt 4 for a good ol’ pick me up. am  not a prostitute dim wit! though that would be ok as well, easy buck… i went to gucci to infuse myself with something beautiful to see, feel, smell and hang on my shoulder or carried by my hand. i have been skipping buying shoes, for the life of me, my shoes needs their own closet. and closet space is something i don’t have. i already converted a spare room to a walk in closet. so as of last month, it’s all about bags for me, the 2nd obssession i have.

so to keepmake myself happy (who said happiness can’t be bought?), i bought myself a gucci bag. with mom, we went to gucci on the weekend and bought it. she has the rustan’s discount card.

it so look good on my shoulders. this happiness would last me a month i think. what’s next…

i watched the digital film festival at robinson galleria mall yesterday. it was the last day of screening. i’ve invited dahon but she had a prior engagement. so i’ve invited behbi to go with me instead. his name isn’t really behbi but when we were dating, i used to call him that. no, we are not dating again. we are now friends, just that. we banter and kid each other while strolling at the mall like 2 giddy pubescent gay teens.

it’s a good thing that i’ve invited behbi along, you see he knows a guy with the film festival staff that we were able to get in for free. this film festival is not cheap. french and german film festival charges only PhP30.00 and it’s showing at the greenbelt 3 theater. but this one, they charge PhP101.00, no way cheap-o. i really wanted to catch pandanggo, while behbi was set on watching metlogs. we both watched it, both free hehehehe. sneaky bastards…

pandanggo is collage of 3 stories, all intertwined by dance. i won’t get into the details of the stories other than they really don’t continue one another. i don’t know if it was the intention of the filmmakers (there were 3 directors), some effort to be artsy, but i do like some of the scenes, specially that of the 3rd story. the dance interpretation was, should i say mind boggling. it’s not your usual variety show, well choreographed kicks and turns. the passion was intense and raw that you’ll get into the actor’s emotional state. i thought the movie was a documentary of philippine dances, i was disappointed to find otherwise. but however the 3rd plot pulled it for me. i love the lines and shadows. the woman at sea dancing in the bamboo raft, the woman possessed and being treated by the common arbularyo. behbi was awed, like open mouthed awe. it’s a wtf (what-the-f*ck) movie for him. we left the cinema for an early dinner…

metlogs, like in the excerpts at cinema one, made no attempt to be indie; it will not make you think. but it does strike a chord in one’s being. it’s gay oriented but not your typical bold movies, warm bodies gyrating to the sound of ‘total eclipse of the heart’. it’s a story of 3 teens who were trying it out in the big, bad world of manila and their ‘mother’ who took them under his grace. metrosexual jologs is documentary attempt of how teens are today. their lifestyle, aspirations, relationships and attempt at love. i was impressed that at the attempt of keeping the story light, it became funny and realistic. there were no attempt to be preachy or trying hard to be artsy. it’s an in-your-face account of the lives of the 3 main characters. one is trying to fit-in with a snob, socialite-wannabe group, another is a dance instructor who fell in love with his matronic patron and the other one, a tired kid who tries to meet his dreams. the film shows how they struggle with their inner demons and that of the city. but like what the movie said, daanin mo sa porma. the movie tries to be shallow, but really, it’s not. it will make you think and feel and aspire. it did for me. though editting was a total crap…

really bad. really mad. i need a new hobby.