WORK B*TCH
One of my intimate passions in life is travelling. I really do love to
travel. And I quote, “So, young person, travel. Travel wide and
far. Travel boldly. Travel with full abandon.” end of quote. I couldn't agree more to Mr. Jeff Goins of goinswriter.com. True enough that we,
young people, should travel the world, take the risks, explore the horizons, discover
new things, and just get lost somewhere. It is because, with these experiences,
we tend to grow, to fall in love, and to show respect to anyone whom we will
encounter along the journey called life.
BUT (YES! very big but), being your gayest bestfriend, the more I travel,
the more I shop, and the more I love it. Dilemma comes in when packing and
unpacking tend to come in between. Why on earth do we really have to pack and
unpack? I just couldn't understand this phenomenon or even this kind of
behavior. I hate it! Most especially, when you have better things to do rather
than pack your things up and starting to get some problems how to pack.
Hideous!
Abraham knows when I left Philippines, I only had 7 kilograms weighed of
a hand-carry bag (one set of formal wear, a fixed casual wear, a regular sleep wear, and trust me, one pair of shoes). After sinfully living in
Bangkok for about two months, I moved to Ubon Ratchathani where is 9 hours away
from Bangkok carrying two big bags. Now that I am flying back to Bangkok, I
just don’t know what happened; my things multiplied all by themselves (don’t
blame me, please!). They just started to sprout anywhere inside my room and lo
& behold, from one pair of shoes, now, I am using nine pairs! For
almost four months in Thailand, I can’t believe what crime I just did.
Sunglasses by Rayban, Top and Jeans by Wrangler, Shoes by Creative Recreation
LORD, HAVE MERCY ON ME!
Keep posted. I love y’all!