My Room as My Sanctuary

In the last couple of years, I’ve been living in a fairly big studio-type room allotted by the company I work for for bachelors like me. I find it perfect for my various requirements: the occasional privacy-slash-alone-time-moments, hosting small dinners or drinking sessions, letting a few friends sleepover for the weekend, my after-office-hours workplace, my private multimedia entertainment room and of course, my sleeping quarters.

In a couple of weeks time, I’ll be moving out of my current room and transfer to an adjoining room. The reason is primarily for aesthetics, but practicality is a near second. I wanted a room with more windows.

And moving into a new space generates some giddiness in me and some rampant spending.

I’ve bought a spanking-new, shiny, black LCD TV.
I’ve bought a dark-themed painting from a friend’s sister.
I’m buying romanian-type curtains in brown.
I’m scouting for a couple of tall wooden bookshelves.
A new bathroom mirror and a new shower curtain.
A wall-mirror.
A cheap low-but-long TV stand that’ll fit my new TV with enough room left-over for my game consoles and DVD player.

All these will cost me a little over a hundred grand.

I figured that if I’m staying in that room for another couple of years, I should make it comfortable and live-able by my standards. As soon as I’ve got everything set-up, I’d invite a few friends over as a sort of housewarming.

My room is my sanctuary.

Was, Is, and Will Always Be

That's my current working concept.

Of what?

I'm not telling. Hehehe.

Happy Birthday Bro!

Lampayatot.
Couch potato.
Die-hard Barangay Ginebra fan.
Janice's other half.
Sweet tooth.

The other day, one of my colleagues was showing the new girl in the group some of the photos and videos of the various fun activities that we held over the last few years -- parties+get-togethers, a Sesame-street style video (which won us 30 thousand pesos) and some dancing on the side. The girl says, "How do you guys manage to do these things so well and so fun-looking?"

Guy answers, "Well, mostly because of Glenn and Stip." High-five for you dude.

To the top guy on my favorite people list, happy birthday bro!

Saturday Night Mike

1.

It takes me some getting used to to be referred to as Mike or Mikey. Sure, I get called by that nickname when I'm with my family and relatives, but on a Saturday night out with friends? It takes some getting used to.

Haven't seen most of my high school friends in almost 10 years. Everybody called me Mike or Mikey then.

But on Saturday night, despite the rains and flashfloods in Makati, I found myself sitting and drinking among them at my batchmate Onin's bar and being referred to as Mike. We had a blitz party for Jayson who's on vacation from his Dubai-based work.

Hahaha... I was appointed to be bangka that night. Had to rack through my brains searching for worthwhile snippets to discuss and laugh about that night. Called the shots on which topics to talk about.


2.

Yeah, I like this shot! (photo taken during a karting party with friends/colleagues)




3.

If you spend 5 hours inside the car travelling to somewhere and spending only an hour at our coffee shop destination, does my car count as a date place? *snicker* =)