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I live in a tiny house. It’s a modest, three-floor living space good enough for a small family. Picture a typical Filipino apartment with an attic and that’s about it. I am not complaining because I love our place. Yes, it is small but my wife and I were able to put our design licks in it. We have a narrow hall leading to our bedroom to the right and to the open terrace if you go straight. We had the hall wall painted white to make it appear wider but leaving it bare would make it boring, right? Well, certainly we don’t want it to look like a usual Pinoy wall: “Footprints in the Sand” poster, school diplomas, framed pre-fast food diet family photos, and a wooden cutlery set made for a giant. Enter my man-cave design sensibilities and basic Adobe Photoshop skills. Go to the Internet and search…

“I’m a hoarder of music.” Good thing Audio Accumulation Anonymous has yet to be formed. Otherwise, they’d send me an application form, no doubt. I currently have around 3,000 compact discs and about a thousand vinyl records in my possession. I would prefer to call myself a collector but I am guilty of stockpiling CDs and LPs every chance I get. Flea markets, yard sales, foreign trips, etc.– I’m always on the hunt. So, yes to minimalist apologists, I’m guilty as charged. REWIND I buy everything from A-ha to Zappa, from Beethoven to Camper Van Beethoven. There’s always the itch to complete titles, rarities, out-takes, and concert versions. My first record purchase was at the age of ten, a 45 rpm of The Human League’s “Don’t You Want Me” and I haven’t stopped buying from that time on. The first few records and cassettes were neatly stored beneath the shelf…