I am not a korean!

I am going back to manila.. la la la la la
everyone in the airport thought that I am a korean... I tell them in tagalog, "Kuya pinoy ako (sir I am a filipino)"

fedora: greenhills
glasses: straight from korea
undershirt: Zara
cardigan: SM surplus
belt: kuya's closet
shorts: from an old jeans that i cut
bag: from japan
shoes: nike

nature HOP

while having a nature trip from Bacolod...

fedora: streets of manila
glasses: straight from korea
top: people are people
belt: kuya's closet
shorts: from an old jeans that i cut
bag: from japan
shoes: nike

Eyeball the cut

some shoot in my play EYEBALL

longsleeves: streets of manila
vest: stalls in divisoria
camera: holga
pants: my creation
shoes: topman

a father's day shopping.

There it was after eating a lot of chicken, it is shopping time.

glasses: straight from Korea
undershirt: Bench
sweat shirt: comme de garcons shirt
belt: kuya's closet
shorts: my own creation
shoes: people are people

the last days.

I have decided to look in the shiny elevator and thinking if these were all worthy...
probably the end of it.

haircut: T&J
glasses: straight from korea
jacket: billabong
shirt: from market2
bag: artwork

the new beginnings

I woke up and bid goodbye to an old lover, which ends up doing a a new look.
The harem pants.

Shades: streets of manila
shirt: stalls along market market
harem Pants: f&H
shoes: cardams
bag: artwork
necklace: my work

rebuilding my sand castle

When is it the right time to give up to the charity that you always give?
It is hard to see yourself drown with the anchor of eternal damnation.
Do i really like the feeling of being drag by the ship that I let someone to cruise?
Am I really that bad to manage my own car?
Do I really drive well the identity that I used to cross? or is it really " I used to"?
The fact that I see myself flying across thin air and still suffocating myself with the fog that I did not like...
I am in love with the barks of the burning coal and the shackles are on my feet and I can't barely move.
It is hard to be a little boy when you are the one taking care of yourself.
It is time to grow up.
Wipe the tears of yesterday's agony.
Stop dealing with the idea of being tampered as darn irresponsible brat.
I will get up from the lowest of the low... I will be on the peak of the Everest and as perfect as the Mayon.
I will be leaning to myself this time.
Alibis are just alibis.
I will relieve the destiny that I froze for a long time.
One step at a time.
I will rise from this day on...NO one will stop me.
I bid goodbye before as a star and I will go back as a super nova!