The weekend

In between homework and my throes over my pitiful Andy Samberg drought, we managed to sneak in a proper weekend.

Ice amongst comic books, hunting for the new Batman title


His view on the way to the pizza place


Bridesmaid flowers still too pretty to discard


In the beginning, there was tabula rasa. My watercolors await me.


After some three years, reunited with Wharton-- she who will resuscitate me from this odious writer's block

Manila

An encapsulation of our Intramuros trip last December :)

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Also, not working with the Raissapot

My fellow

For the longest time, whenever I went to the Starbucks branch where I am a habitue, the guard always welcomed me with a smile, the kind that you save for one who is familiar. I have always considered him a friend that when, suddenly and without warning, a different guard received me into the coffee shop one day last December, my heart broke for I knew that I have lost a fellow. I wished I caught his name and got him a Christmas present.

Today when I went to the Starbucks branch to linger like I always do on Thursdays and my dear friend the guard welcomed me with the same smile, the kind that you save for friends, it was like he never left. All is well.