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I'm a frustrated photographer (I now own an S95! I bought my Canon 600D just last year. Yay! Now, to maximize its potential....), a romantic novel freak (though I do regret reading it more than I should), an absolute F. Sionil Jose fan, and often indulges in texting reading, singing in the shower and talking long walks.
My life has been irreparable since my father's death, 12 days after my birthday. One of my greatest accomplishments is I got to take him to a buffet that he absolutely enjoyed. He loved food more than anything, and it was a feat to satisfy his appetite, a feat I conquered. I miss him everyday.
I've successfully completed my training and am now part of the premier development bank in the country. I hope to start something great with it. If you're looking to make a difference, just email me.
This blog hopes to unite my two worlds: the development banker and the creative shit in me. It's a wish I am hoping to make come true. Don't you just love optimistic folks?
I am the proud granddaughter of Pedro Aguinaldo Susi. My father, Wilfredo Diaz Arriola, is my hero.
the salt of your skin 
Mine sometimes gets a nice, romantic little swirly uplifting thingy going on but it usually has remnants of lip gloss stuck in it already or will have in the next few seconds.
Mine just clumps and blows over my head. And no amount of headband, ponytail or styling will do. Oh, and I also have my share of lipgloss encounters.