The human heart was—and remains—a mystery to me. But I’m learning. I have to. —Anthony Bourdain
I am no history buff. I cannot pretend to know how much impact Ninoy Aquino had on our country. All i know are the basics. He came back after three years in the US and was shot. His wife campaigned for President and won, ending martial law in the country.
Tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree if you’re happy that we’re free.
Don’t call me naive, just delusionally optimistic, thanks. 🙂
I’d rather look happy than hot, any day.
I remember someone asked me a few months ago why I make a big deal out of birthdays. Coz I do. In my own little way, I try to make a person in my life feel as happy as they’ve made me and a birthday is the perfect opportunity to do that. It’s this person’s day for themselves, as they turn a year older. They may resent aging, or hate being the center of attention, but hey, not everything is glass half empty.
It can be as simple as a perfectly timed greeting or as elaborate as planning a surprise, it all depends on the person, or the situation.
Come on, who wants their birthday forgot? (Maybe those fighting looking their age at every step, but so far, never met anyone who’s like that yet) Birthdays are a way of thanking god for another year, and for me, something done is thanking god for the year you’ve known the celebrant, and the years to come.
I’m not saying to spend all yer hard-earned cash to have a barbershop quartet serenade yer girlfriend. Surprises are tricky, gifts, scary. But a hug always works. 🙂
Pao. 26. Still the same damn kid we met a year ago.
And yeah, careful kiddies.
Happy birthday!!
It’s “debut” apparently.
21, and with kiko riding shotgun.
Happeee birthday!
And it took me forever to get a decent but memorable picture.
Happy Birthday Bo!
Former seatmate, friend, tormentor.
Here’s a wink, a snigger and a hug to grow on.
Have a great one!
I’ve always loved music. Yes. Music. I am a fan of melodies. Of notes that go on and on. Of tunes that defined my life.
I can almost put my life into song and lyrics. To me there is nothing better than relating a feeling, an event, a moment in words put together with notes that I wish I thought of first.
Unfortunately I lost the ability to discern notes just from hearing them a long time ago. I’ve forgotten how to read sheet music, and i never had the patience to come up with melodies, I just sang along.
I live a karaoke life. And the playlist is long and eclectic.
I relate songs to people, especially significant others, people I’ve loved and lost. If you’re close to me, chances are I have a song that I immediately relate to you, you just have to ask. (Though sometimes, the songs reveal too much haha)
Sometimes I wish life was a musical so I wouldn’t be the only one I know who suddenly bursts into song at any given moment. (which can get old, and at times, embarassing)
So yeah, I rely on people much better at me at expressing themselves to express MYself.
And today, my song is Erase and Rewind, The Cardigans
Water’s better for me I know.
That’s Joannaman in the background.
Whether it was sheer boredom, or eerie curiousity that prompted me to go with Anna to her makeup class, it was definitely the girliest night I’ve spent in a LONG time.
See, she takes classes at the Australian College of Hair Design and Beauty at Podium. I’ve never been to a place quite like this. All I know of makeup is from watching my mom apply the stuff on herself, and that’s knowledge that can fill a thimble at best.
It’s quite an impressive sight. You just feel going in like it’s THE place to improve yourself. And even if my improvement came at the able hands of Ms. Angeles, I felt like I learned quite a bit. (Though I’m still at a loss on how to use this information)
It took an hour and a half to achieve this Bridal day look (That was what she deemed it) and I think it was worth every minute.
Thanks Anna for infinitely changing how I feel about makeup. 🙂
Now if i can only find someone to tame this matted nest I call my hair.