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Friday afternoon, Shakey's Magallanes.

Thursday afternoon, at Fonz's house.

Wednesday afternoon, Chino Roces.

Tuesday afternoon, Coffee Break: Hot chocolate sweetens the official start of the new work-month.

Monday evening, at home: My little brother's graduation from high school saw us enjoying ice cream family night.

Sunday afternoon, at home: Saw Let Me In. "Owen: What if it doesn't work? Abby: Then you hit back even harder."

Saturday afternoon, Banawe Street: I would never ever want to lose the use of my legs, or my mobility. I love walking.

Friday afternoon, at Fonz's house: There is nostalgia in moving houses. The chaos lets you inspect each junk that you keep.

Thursday afternoon, at the office: Filipino food marks the last day at the job. The end makes me happy.

Wednesday evening, at my pad: One day more and I change jobs and houses. This will be epic.

Tuesday evening, National Bookstore: At the bargain bin, a precious copy of Neil Gaiman's The Wolves in the Walls. Lucky.

Monday morning, Mang Inasal: A friend from Iloilo finally comes to Manila, so we talk about new prospects over halo-halo.

Sunday morning, at home: My parents come home from Mass lugging a lot of siopao. I binge on the white white stuff.

Saturday morning, sir VJ's house: This is the meeting when I become a partner. I arrive 30 minutes early.

Friday afternoon, Kaps: I bring to the Center a small bookshelf an iconic Fillipino journalist has customized for me.

Thursday evening, at the office pantry: A chat with a fellow leaving colleague over chips caps a draining day.

Wednesday evening, SM Hypermart: Ended the day shopping for food. Groceries never fail to amaze me.