me per one night only

2 months has gone by

2008-12-21T06:22:00.000-08:00

Hello world.

I have not written anything in a long long time in this blog.

But tonight. Someone said something that ripped my heart out.

I had to write it. and it maybe the last time that i will mention it. You were all right. I should have listened. but i persisted, i thought he was different than what you all had laid out before me.

i was at his door for for two hours..begging and crying my soul out for him to talk to me. He shut me out for something that i didn't even do on freewill. After all the time that i believed in what he has to say over things that i heard and even see with my own eyes.

He couldn't even do the same for me.

I thought he cared. I believed he did. I guess i was wrong.

I wish you well. I still do. I have made the mistake of thinking that i have fallen for the person that i see and felt that you are. I hope you find someone who will love you as much as i did. Who was willing to stick with what you have to say more than anyone else. Who was mad enough to put you up there thinking that you deserve it. You deserve to be loved. I deserved to be loved.

Thursday: Why The Fuck Am I Not Updating and New Pointers for the Blogger to Consider

2008-10-15T23:25:00.000-07:00

I hate this.

I'm suppose to work this shit out like a motherfucker since this is the main reason why I'm practically homeless but I've been skipping days and days till i forget the stuff that I'm suppose to write about. It's not working well. I need proper motivation and i have to make time for this and get things straight once and for all.

I'm moving on to 2nd month. But before i decided to to this again i went home and took things into consideration.

At Sundar Bikram Yoga Studio, I met Sherie Dyer. If you can make "awesome" an actual person it's Sherie Dyer, and everyone i'm sure will agree to that. Now this tangible-awesome-being has a friend named Rico Robles who talked to me about this semi social experiment while we were driving to Fama from serendra one night.

He said that in order for me to properly conduct this social experiment, instead of doing this for one night, i should try doing for five days in one person's house. The thing about that is that during the first day they will be accommodating and hospitable. They will be in their typical Filipino mode but, as the days move on, they will start feeling your presence and that's when the true colors would come fluttering.

I was thinking, these people might start either loving me or hating me but putting that into perspective, he did make sense. With that into consideration i would have to do this thing properly. And with the word properly, i mean planning...Really Planning.

So we'll see.

I went home last weekend to my parents. This was due to my mom telling me that after reading the last entry, my dad couldn't shut his eyes that night. He kept telling my mother to call me and ask me to come home already.

When i saw him, i hugged him and miraculously, he hugged me back. It was awesome and wonderful and it felt like home. I heard mass with them on Sunday. I prayed hard that day because after all that misadventures, I'm still alive and still in one piece.

For the people who supported my pathetic excuse to be homeless,

.....thank you. I will continue blogging you.

Wednesday: Homeless for almost a month

2008-10-07T23:10:00.000-07:00

Hello world, as i was walking around Greenhills this morning it dawned on to me that i have not been home for one month. The whole experience was a very trippy ride for me and i dont think this post can even describe it.

I cried
i laughed,
got hungry,
didn't eat,
ate a lot,
dined at restaurants for free,
got kicked out,
felt safe,
slept on floors,
slept on couches,
didnt take a bath
made lots of music
got drunk
drowned in music and coffee
got weirded out,
discovered new friends
new ideas,
met new people
met friends that became a family
felt love
got my heart broken
and learned that sometimes evil people are the perfect beings

As i have said, the only amount of money i had was the money to get me to the first house. Everyday was exciting and scary at the same time. I did not know if i will eat or where i would sleep, if i will get mugged or molested or even raped. I did not get mugged or rape though but i got hungry as hell and i got exhausted physically mentally and emotionally by this self induced adventure.

I developed friendships that i hope will last me a lifetime. Most of them were unexpected ones. There were even people whom i didn't think i'd go well with but they turned out to be people that may seemed fucked but they are the best teachers you can get in this roller coaster that we all live in.

The ideals that i brought with me when i left the house is still with me and very much intact but i must say that that my ideals and how i view this world evolved in just a month.

I miss my family. Everyday i look forward to seeing home especially during the times that i'd get scared hungry or depressed. I feel happy that even though i don't see them, i have this idea of an actual home and that i know that at the back of my head there will always be someone i can go home to. Not alot of homeless people have that picture at the back of their head that sometimes sheds light to dark alleys that they go through.

Even though i'm still far from their embrace, i bring their picture everyday with me as a fuel to nights and days that i starve, feel lonely or cry. Never leave home without bringing a good memory of the home that you will leave behind.

I would like to thank everyone whom i have encountered in this adventure. Good or bad they created me, they made me better and it strengthened my beliefs more. I may still need to mend a lot of my broken parts but i'm in a better place. The road is clear and there's still more to come. Good or Bad, i'm looking forward to it.

I still not untying my shoelaces. I will continue walking.

Sunday: Aljarreau Galang: The Yogi with actual balls staring at you at your face. literally.

2008-10-05T04:17:00.001-07:00

The Who: Al Galang is a yoga instructor that owns the greenhills bikram studio. I met him at a dinner for Adam Pearlstein last Friday and we didn't even talk that much. All he said was, "How long have you been practicing?" and "Come and visit my studio in greenhills (bikram yoga studio). I'm always there"

I found him on Betty's facebook the next day and i decided to add him. After a brief moment my yahoo said, Al confirmed you as a friend. So apparently he was online and i was in a chatty mode. So i chatted away in using the unreliable chatting medium called facebook. He seemed like a nice guy and he was genuine about inviting me to try his studio. He also told me that he loves his studio so much that he apparently lives at his studio (hehe...but he actually does live in his studio), not sure if he said that he's planning to move out soon or it's a permanent stay. After a lil chatty chat, in which i told him that i was doing this blog project, he said i can crash there anytime. So i'm like "awesome!" i said i'll come on sunday to try his studio and sleep over there as well.

I always wondered about the greenhills studio. Mainly because i heard stories from the studio that i was a regular at about the silent a thingy between the the studio in which i was a regular and the studio he owns. So it was kinda a bit exciting for me to see what goes on at the other side.

When i got there at 930am to practice my eyes was just on it's oh-cool-it's-another-dimension-mode. his studio was completely different from what i was used to and for some odd reason the vibe there was also different. At first i wasnt sure what it was but i'm pretty sure it was a good vibe.

I saw familiar yogi faces like Ginger and Betty whom i've known for quite sometime and then Al. It was my first time there but people were all smiley like they probably thought i was a regular or something. but it was all good, i was loving it.

When i stepped inside the studio, they were not in quiet-we're meditating-mode they were talking at the studio and they were really "talking" with all the right pitches and shit (Yes i'm talking like it is a mother fucking sin to talk at the studio before class). Actually no one was really hanging out at the lobby, everyone was at the freakin studio and chatting like there was no tom! I felt like what most people felt the first time that they encounter a drastic change; I hated it. I was like "Man, how can we do the meditating shit if all these noises are in your face!" but still i kept my mind open. I even tried dropping any form of expectations from this new place. Which of course didn't happen instantly but i tried.

But with the pissed-off-oh-it's-okay-it's-different mindset i had it was actually good for the whole experience because i made sure it entered me with a clean slate and after that every scenario was worth my 150 taxi ride. The yogis who are mostly in class that day made fun of each other while one of them was teaching, some of them even involved making fun of the students who were regulars already, and that was completely different from what i was used to. There was no air of hey-i'm-greater-than-you or whatsoever it wasn't even like people there were friends...they were like a family. The yogis are the parents who managed to have a good relationship with their teenage kids whom are their students. I was in complete awe. I think i was smitten completely, i think i fell in love with the studio.

After the class, i was still wide eyed like i was still hungry to feed my curiosity from this new place that i think i fell in love with. After much eye swarming and a good bath i got hungry. Betty, Ginger, and Al decided it was time for thai food.

We went to Som's at "Backwell" (Backwell because it was at the back of Rockwell) and ordered a couple of thai foods there. One information that you guys should know about: Betty is a Thai local who teaches in Greenhills and since she's local the food that she will order will definitely be...(yes you guessed right.) SPICY! and a very unforgiving type of spiciness, i'm sure will be served on the table.

It was my first time hanging out with them, so i was very much shy to even bring up that i don't eat spicy food because, 1. i get a motherfucking migraine and; 2. I get a motherfucking migraine (i think i stressed that out very well). But i was hungry, so the survival mode kicked in. Before the waitress left, on a shy pitch i told them, "Uh...is it too spicy? i don't eat too much spicy foods eh.". Everyone was nice about it though, they were able to get one dish that was not spicy at all; the green curry chicken.

Moving on to the Overnight thing...

The Room: The room is probably as big as my basement and it served as the Big Boss' office and his home sweet home. When you open the door you'll immediately see two bean bags on the right side, a single bed mat at the floor, and the office table at the far left corner.

On the left side right before the office table is the t.v. and at the back is a yamaha drumset.

I loved the fact that his bed is at the floor.

The Food: Som's awesome thai food that is ridiculously cheap!

The Famous Lines: "I'm always here. I have to be here. The studio has this vibe and character because of how i treat it."

"We treat each other like family. Sometimes we'd sit around for three hours doing our own thing without talking and we'd still be comfortable with the silence."

(Shet... i don't think i can recall any senseless line from this dude. although he can be extremely retarded. Which for me is not a bad thing. Being crazy for me is the closest to being perfect)

Other Interesting Bits: What fascinates me also about this guy is how comfortable he is about his manhood. He'd walk around the studio with just a towel on and sometimes sit on chairs with his balls peeking out and he knows this but he doesn't care. It's like saying, Yes my balls are peeking out but you know i have balls anyways. One day anne...one day i will be able to show the world my hairy balls.

I have known him for 3 days and who he is as to what i have seen is been nothing but magic that still manages to unfold every minute you hear him talk and laugh with the people that surrounds him

This guy has an aura of a 40 year old guy, he speaks like a 60 year old dude, yet he has a heart of a 6 year old. He's just 25. I hope he lives longer to be the way he is now a be a light to this old dark and cold world. We need more people like him. Thank God, he still created a being like him.

Who wouldn't believe in fairies, angels, magic, and miracles when something wonderful such as Al is staring at your face and telling you to lock your god-damned-mother-fucking-knee.

When Faced with Life's Witty Way of Telling you, "You're stupid most of the time"

2008-09-30T01:38:00.000-07:00

I'm not going to write about anything about the last damned week except my stay at Al Galang and Kenneth Keng's place. I dare not say that ignorance is bliss cause at this point knowing the truth is.

So much wiping has to be done for these series of events.

For now, a bottle of wine will be nice.

SATURDAY: Gerard Salgo/Fei Ruanto: Gege Master PekPek's (pekpek =vagina) birthday

2008-09-24T00:06:00.000-07:00

It was Gege, the master pekpek's (pekpek =vagina) birthday, if there was someone who will be the equivalent of all our perverseness in chardonnay it's master Gege our guitarist.

It was a rather special day and the overnight got split into two. We celebrated Gege's birthday at his place in Novaliches till 6am and then I slept again at Mama Fei's dorm for one hour.

The Who: Gerard is Chardonnay's guitarist. Just like Mama Fei, I meet him 3 weeks ago at mini stop. It was our first meeting but that didnt stop him from making a joke about what i was wearing. We were going to get 1 or 2 at sarah's in u.p. "1 or 2" means 1 or two beers. Sarah's was a very laid back place. actually it's a must that you should only be wearing rugged or you-almost-looked-like-you-got-mugged clothes. That day i was wearing a dress with a thick brown belt and my gladiator sandals.

"Over dressed ba ako?" (Am i over dressed?)

"Hindi naman. Isipin mo na lang asa Greenbelt ka!" (Uhh no...not really (sarcastically) just imagine that you're at Greenbelt)

And it went on for the rest of the night. That night 3 weeks ago, we all clicked and the next thing we knew was that we were making a song. We adjourned at 2:30am.

The Room: Well I didnt really sleep at his place. but we all celebrated his birthday at Gege's rooftop in Novaliches till 6 in the morning.

The Food: Afritada, Rice and Chicken Barbecue, Rum and Coke (Oh YEAH!)

The Famous Lines:

"Yun Oh!"

"Bastusan lang!"

"Sex lang no offense" ---This came from him

Other interesting bits: (to be continued)

FRIDAY: Fei Ruanto: Pervy Nights and Dormitory time

2008-09-23T23:02:00.000-07:00

I have never tried staying at a dorm before. My sisters and my brother studied in u.p. Los Banos that's why they were able to experience dorm life. As for me among all my siblings I'm the only one who studied in Diliman which meant that i had no excuse to stay at a dorm because our former home at camp aguinaldo was just 15 mins away from u.p.

The Who: Fei is Cyd's "baba" (their terms of endearment; Cyd is Chardonnay's bassist), I met her 3 weeks ago at maginhawa ministop and we've been having a blast with kopi roti, music and pervy times

The Food: I was served red big hotdogs, rice and chicken afritada

The Famous Line/s: Okay i have to deviate from the usual. We'd normally hang out as a group, Fei the mama of chardonnay and the pervy gentlemen of Chardonnay. So the lines that i will post here have been made collectively.

"It's a fine evening is it not? Fancy a fuck?"

"Excuse me... can i come in your mouth?"

"Sex lang no offense"

"Practice makes pekpek"

---this is practically how fucking smart we all get.

The Room: Mama Fei offered me two options. Either i stay at the upper deck of the double deck bed or sleep right next to her on her single type bed. I choose the latter of course nothing beats physical comfort. hehehe.

The room was practically shared by two people. Mama Fei was supposed to stay on the upper deck but she refused cause she wanted proper cool air circulating when she sleeps. (remember: cool air goes down)

Other interesting bits: I may have met her for only a few weeks but the bond i shared with her and the chardonnay family has been magical. It's cliche but it felt like i had known them for like forever. I have never kept any secrets from them and i felt comfortable with who i am around them. it was like shedding clothes (yes i like that phrase cause i'm perverted) and laughing out loud nakedly with them.

I had always been on constant search of people who will stick by, if possible, forever and this bunch i hope will stick next to my sweaty skin for the rest of our pervy and musical lives.

Mama Fei, thanks for filling up that bed space in my swollen heart. You and the pervy boys have been very entertaining and addicting.

Thursday: Sick as a bitch

2008-09-20T07:30:00.000-07:00

Me and my band jammed at Gig Studio in Cubao. It was good times until i started feeling like puking. And then i started getting cold. and then i got migraine. So sadly i had to reschedule my sleepover at Kenneth Keng's house. I had to stay at Touchdown for the night.

Probably because i got over fatigued in planning and i couldn't sleep properly because of the constant travel and the excitement it brings everyday.

I hate this I'm two days behind my sleepover.

Wednesday: Downtime on sleepover Hightimes on Acid Jazz with Makopa

2008-09-20T06:42:00.000-07:00

For updating's sake. I was not able to go to chari's house. I had to go to a gig at magnet katipunan before i can sleepover at her place but it would have been too late and she needed to sleep early cause she has work the next day.

However, Wednesday was freakin incredible. I took Adam's class at Eastwood studio and it was entirely different from what i was used to. ( i was used to taking Ryan and Marc's class. It was the first time that i took a class that an american guy thought.) After that, Adam and I headed for Magnet katipunan for Jazz night. My friends' band Makopa will be playing. The last time i saw them play was two years ago and during that last time i can say that they were awesome.

Makopa is composed of Alay (on beatable materials), Ime ( on the low blow strings), Arbie (on the fluid strings), Jason (on that organ haha!), and lil miss Nikka (on the vox box). They belong to our organization in u.p. called U.P. Music Circle. And they play acid jazz awesome-ly.

That day was just the 2nd time that i met Adam, We were supposed to go with Joy to Magnet but she neeoded to go elsewhere. So it was just me and Adam that went. i was kinda scared that it wasn't his thing. but turns out though that he loves music. Infact he plays music and sings soul.

So we went there and watched them play and Adam was completely taken away by them. and Makopa never failed to amuse me and they completely filled me in with awesome solid acid jazz music.

After 3 or four beers and three tequilas for adam and iced tea and 3 tequila shots for me we had to split.

It was an awesome acid jazz night. I'm looking forward to hear Adam sing soon.

Let's jam mister Adam!

TUESDAY: Carlo Abadilla: Bananas and Sauseges, are they naturally good or evil

2008-09-19T22:43:00.000-07:00

The Who: I've known Carlo for a year now. He plays the drums for the band "head" and i met him during Anna's birthday party a year a go. During our first jam. His first question to me was...

"Are you high?"

We constantly fought during the whole year of our friendship. And i screamed and cursed at his face a number of times during one of our worst arguments. I'd like to add more detail as to how colorful our friendship was but I'd rather not. But after everything that has happened we made up and now he's here to feed me and let me stay in his house for one night. I hope he doesnt put poison on my food after all that cursing.

The Food: He served me banana split on vanilla ice cream with strawberry syrup. It was awesome but then i started looking for something salty...my eyes got fixated at the beautiful libby's vienna sausage can and that was the end for those sausages.

The Famous Lines: "In this world, there are only two kinds of people, the people who believe in humanity and people who don't."

"Do you like it? I like it and I'm happy with it and this is my house. If you wanna be happy, go to your own house." --he was talking about the banana split.

The Room: He made me stay at his humble room where there was a picture of the virgin Mary staring at the wall. There was an old coin hanging from one of the bed posts. He said that if he hears it clicking against the pole he'll know what I'm doing. I told him, i dont think i can even do it with Mama Mary staring at me in the face.

Other interesting bits: We first started talking about his humanity ideas. He said that the world is not divided between two kinds of people, nuns and convicts but instead we can all be classified into two types, people who believe in humanity and people who don't. I personally agree with him because for me, the world around us is our own creation. If we believe in humanity we constantly strive for humanity's sake but if we don't we simply do not care and we end up fucking other people's lives around us.

If you think that the world is booming with positive vibes any offset in your life is considered as a necessary development for you to get to where you have to be or where you need to be. The world is beautiful and you look forward to any adventure and changes in your life. But if you think that the world is fucked up and all it does it to fucking disappoint you, it will indeed will and any form of happiness or good will to you will not be felt and touched innocently by you for you'd always have this thought at the back of your head that it's either not real or people are doing it because they need something from you.

I heard from a discussion a few months ago that optimistic people take more risk therefore they have more room for success. They may fail at times but their positive outlook keeps them going until they finally succeed. Pessimists however take fewer risk. Therefore they get less chances of succeeding in their own fields and personal dilemmas.

People for me are not naturally evil. Even convicts or killers loved someone in their lifetime. Who we are, are not simply dictated by one action or one deed that we do in our lives. We continuously develop and create ourselves everyday till death. no one, not even you can say who you are. saying or classifying who you are simply puts an end to the true you. Your definition happens and would only finally solidify when there is no more room for change and that is at your death for in your death who you are will not be dictated in simple adjectives or simple words. Who you are is the whole life you lived.

How did the night go: After the snacky dinner. We decided to watch old skool which was fucking hilarious. Will Ferrel at one point in the movie ran naked on the streets saying, "We're streaking!" ----i didn't know what it fucking meant. ( turns out it kinda means protesting i think)

and then, since he has internet i had to abuse my stay a little so i updated the blog. While i was doing so. He watched a football game and we slept at 3am.

I woke up at 10am but i couldnt leave the house. I was infact scared to leave the room without him picking me up since he decided to sleep in the couch.He has a big family (he's the 2nd in 6 kids) and im scared to talk to them without him. So i just layed there for 1 hour because i was sickenly patient. and after awhile i decided to give his cel a call. I knew that if i didnt he would have probably went on roaming in dreamland.

And then after a hearty breakfast at 10am. i left the house.

I enjoyed the stay mainly because whenever i get to hang out with him, i always excercise my brain and it was the first time in months after that terrible road that we both went through.

Take care Caloy!

TOUCHDOWN: Smells like jazz music

2008-09-16T12:02:00.000-07:00

last night was touchdown night and i had a fucking migraine. I felt like my head was trying to reenact the freakin parting of the red sea. Tried eating and tried resting but there was no slowing it down. Took 2 advils, ate fruits but it kept going and going and then....

then came jazz music and that was the end of it.

I'm used to getting migraines since i was a kid. i started from paracetamol then upgraded to taking two then switched to mefanemic acid 250 then 500 and now 1000. But one thing that i can never get used to is the motherfucking pain. I have high pain tolerance but when it shoots up my head it's end of days for me. Sometimes the pain amuses me to the point that i'd bang my head to the wall but i won't feel it. there's just me and my fucking headache.

My mom knows how to cure it perfectly... it was to make me happy. She'd stop whatever she's doing just to play barbie with me or to start rubbing my back and almost instantly the pain goes away. happiness just bursted it out of my head.

But then... yesterday was just completely new... i was happy not because of playing barbies or my mom rubbing my back... it was jazz music. that spontaneous music that may seem sudden and completely out of line but that's the beauty of it...you can never tell what notes they'll play next all you can do is to just surrender to every sudden beat, every off beaten tune and then you start finding out that it all fits together that sometimes sudden changes in your monotonous life may seem ugly and completely fucked but then you soon find out that it all fits together.

i love jazz... and the person who played it for me.

My space before i left

2008-09-16T11:45:00.000-07:00

Honestly, I was mega hyped in leaving the house. It was finally an actual tiny taste of full independence. I was not going to live in the same roof with my parents in the next days of my overnight adventure.

A few hours before i left, nanay started lecturing me about living amoung other people mainly because i will be a reflection of our household. And then she did what most catholic moms would do. She gave me a rosary and a freakin bible. (my evilness has melted away)

Before I left, i took a bunch of photos of my space at the basement. If it was the last time that i was going to see it in a month i should take a peice of it with me to remind me how hard and awesome my bed is back home.

When you want to travel in decent clothes

2008-09-14T23:51:00.000-07:00

welcome to the dressing
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The Charity List for Week 1

2008-09-14T20:13:00.001-07:00

Shit....

Packing is such a hassle... and it's not even done.

The week is almost filled up here are the following losers who said yes to sheltering a bastard.

Monday : Touchdown (i invited myself haha!)

Tuesday : Carlo Abadilla

Wednesday : Chari Villegas

Thursday : Kenneth Keng

Friday : Benj Villena

Whatelse... Here are some mandatory points for the "sleeping around session".

When i get to the house... i need a fucking red carpet (kiddin)

Actually i'm going to hand out an i.d. type piece of paper stating that i need to be fed cause i'm fucking poor and that i need tiny bits of info from you. You have to give me back the i.d. the morning after before i leave with the donation so i'll have no reason to leech on you and stay at your flat to hog your fridge.

I'm gonna fucking miss this house...my dogs and my crazy family. ( they were very supportive in getting rid of me)

Last Day at Homebase

2008-09-14T11:00:00.000-07:00

My last night here at homebase. A couple of things that I'd be mentioning in my next entries that i'd like you guys to know:

1. Homebase = My own house here at the fort

2. Touchdown = That House

2. That Someone = That Someone

3. Organics = Lunch or Dinner

4. Studio 1 = Bikram yoga studio in Makati

5. Studio 2 = Bikram yoga Studio in qc

6. Nanay = Mom

7. Tatay = Dad ( for my foreigner friends)

8. QC = Quezon City

I still have not packed but i pictured what I'm bringing and packing tom. I'm sure I'll look like a walking Christmas tree with all the bags attached to me when i travel all over Metro Manila in the hopes that I'd get a piece of every individual's brain that i "sleep with" (literally sleep with). It'll be fun I'm sure... I'm just picturing the traveling with all those bags with me. So good-fucking-luck to that.

On the other hand, i practiced yoga in Eastwood today. Was supposed to try out this new instructor Adam ( comment: the name sounds like it was made for an alpha-male ) but Joy said he'll be in the morning and i normally go there at 4pm during Sundays. The morning word sounded nice but not to the anne version who slept 4 hours the night before and probably slept four hours again the day after that. I'm sure the other version would function better in the mornings.

It was cool though cause I "experienced" (ehem!) another instructor, Ginger. She was nice, sweet and hyper in class. I even offered her a sip from my bottle of wine that i carried around all day. The Alpha Male Adam practiced there at the same time with me though and I was completely shocked at how decent his fucking backward bend is.

As usual i sucked at my practice cause i have been doing it irregularly ever since i got my right brain back. Hopefully, with this going around thing I'd be more regular with bikram time since i don't have to get lazy cause I'm just staying at homebase or writing or painting.

More updates, I have an upcoming gig with my band called "the bleeding gum" (well...insert actual name here but since there is no actual name yet...just try to string it to your imagination) (-->what i said was senseless) as That Someone christened us with, on sept 27. I forgot the location though. Hope you guys can come.

Today's case is now at rest. Goodnight Homebase. Tomorrow i shall conquer the world! (evil laugh) Well metro manila at least.

THE MAIN IDEA

2008-09-12T07:29:00.000-07:00

Okay here goes...

The main idea is to sleepover at different people's houses every night and to document it here and to ask money from that person to get me to the next house.

What i carry: a few bucks to get me to the first house, a bag full of clothes and toiletries, my red sling bag, my diary, my laptop,my red shades, and a scarf.

so with this first entry...my overnight blogging starts.