The Art of Letting Go/My Shirt Fetishes on Stripes, Green, Collars and Polos

        No, I don't have a girlfriend problem because I'm still single!! I've yet to upload the next batch pf D40 pics though so I guess it's blogging time once again!

       I'm currently taking a break from my still ongoing construction of my 3d installation art made up of poster/acryllic colored-crumpled-recycled newspapers. While YMing with Paul and at the same time making myself relax as I lay my body on my bed, my mom barged into my room and asked if she could now have the shirts that I wanna give up since they're old/unused/too large for me to fit into.

   Just before I could give them to my mom, I took this opportunity to relish the memories I had with those shirts (excluding those who aren't really mine in the first place and just happened to be there). I'm really going to miss this one shirt (green over brown) whom I've worn on some of the most important events in my life like my college orientation, another one (big brown baggy polo) was worn when I was on my second week wearing eye contacts and was visiting my lolo's grave in Novaliches near NLEX. There's this other one (large green-blue-black-white striped shirt) that I've worn during one of our trips to the CCP complex (pier area) as well as picture day (one of my worst takes so far, with or without the contacts/glasses). I've also have other shirts that I've worn for different times like my last day in MSA-Makati (Human green-orange), and first course card distribution while in my freshman year in college (black and white striped collared t-shirt).

Now that I think about it, seems like I have some sort of a fetish towards certain types of shirt. To generalized, they'd have to be 1)Green, 2)Striped, 3)Collared, 4)Polo shirts.I'm really really fond of wearing these kinds of clothes although after so many years since 2002. Not to mention my likeness of wearing "pambahay" shirts of white (since June 2002).

The reason I have to let go them go is because my frame is too small for them to fit in compared before where I was really big in grade school (no thanks to Friday Pizza Day every week in school hehehe:P) which prompted my mom then to buy me clothes my size.

The good news, I could now buy a whole new wardrobe composed of small m-sized shirts! YEY!