For the past few days, I was in Tacloban with our marketing crew for another RMC visit. San Juanico Bridge is such a wonder and it was just right there. Kuya Joel made sure that we get a picture at the spot where Dante Barona jumped off as a stunt a few decades ago! :)
That’s me with AB, my right hand and left leg. Yes, I cannot function without her. Hahahahaha.
More photos coming soon!
I loved this kiss the best, mostly because everyone saw it coming and everyone was just looking for the right moment.
And they just killed a horcrux, and they were able to do it together, and it was just a reason for celebration.
I love this kiss perhaps because of the longing that came with it. Like it’s always been in the books, but the execution had to be something more dramatic. More romantic. More passionate.
I love this couple. As much as it bugs me that they’re not together in real life, I’m happy they are as good as friends can get.
I’m not really a fan of country, but these folks just know how to tug at the heartstrings. I’m glad to be around it.
I think it was Dylan who introduced me to country music. He’s more of the country rock, but The Band Perry is just pure adorable! I absolutely love this video All Your Life because of the vintage photobooth set up.
And yes, I guess the lyrics had something to do with it too. :)
I just want to be the only girl you love all your life
The tragic passing of Alexander McQueen in February 2010 has the fashion world mourning. It was such a great loss; he was truly an artist, in every sense of the word. He left us with a range of masterpieces to be continually inspired with.
I am a middle class worker and there is no way, based on my current pay, that I will ever afford a McQueen. Oddly enough, this morning, his work was the first thing I looked up on Pinterest. (For those who haven’t noticed, I am a Pinterest fan. Click the upper right button to view my boards.)
Sometimes, I envy the spending power of the upper class. They get to experience and wear the genius of so many artists and designers; us middle class men merely look on. I cannot deny the fact that I do sometimes aspire to be as well off as them. But I know my limits, and I am grateful that the media has extensively covered (or at least as much as they can) the works of these modern Da Vincis.
I hope no one would mistake my admiration and aspiration as being ungrateful for what I have. I am grateful; I know I am still far more fortunate than most. I know the poverty statistics, mortality rates, feeding programs and the like. I am not unaware. But you see, high fashion is the cloud I float on. A girl can dream still you know, even at 2-.
“Each piece is unique, as was he.”
McQueen Fashion House, Paris Fashion Week, March 2010
Last week, we did a marketing blitz and product orientation run in our Ilagan branch. Actually, we’ll be doing a lot of runs till the end of the month.
For those who have not traveled by land to Isabela, it’s about 10 hours away from Manila. That’s not even an exaggeration. We left early, like 4 in the morning early, and still arrived after lunch, 2:30 to be exact.
Anyway, in the middle of the long and winding road, I woke up to find that we’re in Nueva Vizcaya. I looked out the window and saw this:
I think I should explore the countryside more. I keep forgetting how beautiful it is. A fleeting moment, and I was fortunate to capture it as still as this.
the salt of your skin 