Oh Rachel Berry

September 29, 2011 / iamsupercarla / Leave a comment

And then I turn on the radio.

Diamonds are a girl’s best friend

September 26, 2011 / iamsupercarla / 2 Comments

I have always known I love diamonds. I don’t necessarily prefer them over something else, but I’ve always known I’ll grow to like them. I think it’s the sparkle. Diamonds almost resemble stars. They’re always bright and gleaming.

Then there was this guy in one of the many movies I’ve seen that said his lady’s eyes sparkle like diamonds.

Then there was this professor in college who said clarity should come as clear as crystal. And the crystals he always refer to were diamonds.

Then there’s the song. And Marilyn Monroe.

But who would’ve though diamonds live in water? This amazing photo just made me realize not all diamonds have carats in them.

Have a great workweek everyone.

Dante Barona FTW!

September 24, 2011 / iamsupercarla / Leave a comment

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!

This kiss

September 21, 2011February 2, 2015 / iamsupercarla / Leave a comment

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.

My first love turns 25

September 18, 2011 / iamsupercarla / Leave a comment

And it’s true. I think most people won’t find that surprising, but every time I get drunk, teary and emotional and in the middle of a made-up/for-real crisis, I always say that Marga is my first love. I grew up with her. I was immature with her.

But I think the past year had made her wiser than me. After all, she’s a mother now.

But that’s the new Marga. What I can clearly recall is the old Marga. Or rather, the young. The one who loves putting flowers in people’s hair.

I think she was the one who convinced me to stuff my breasts.

She also told me to jump. And bravely at that. I think it’s because she’s so used to it. Hahaha.

I don’t think she was ever hesitant or scared that she might fall or get hurt. I think we’ve made a pact to always be the first to each other’s aid when we get in trouble.

We dressed up together, got pretty together, cooky together. I pretty much did everything with her.

We slept together, woke up together, got wasted together.

I pretty much cannot imagine how my life would be like without her. She’s smart, strong, and stunning. Prolly the only S’s you will need in a woman. I’ve always known she’s all these… I think it’s about time she knows it too.