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My Lakbayan grade is D!
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Created by Eugene Villar.
A dolphin (at 18). Vines with the heart Chinese character hidden in the design (at 20). Nautical Stars (at 23). The phrase "Vi veri universum vivus vici"("By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe".) (at 25).
“Voici mon secret. Il est très simple: on ne voit bien qu’avec le cœur. L’essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.”
English translation: “And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
- Le Petit Prince
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The beautiful pool is from the above is from the East Hampton home of Aerin Lauder Zinterhofer (granddaughter of Estee) . Isn't it serene? The cabana, with it's multiple sets of floor to ceiling french doors is the perfect size.
This magical shot is should be an addition to my "keeper" file.
Have a great dreamy Sunday!
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It all started with ryan making a comment, "wala, iba talaga ang south sa north." you see, ryan is a south boy, joaquin is a north boy, and i am a south girl. (just for example's sake, here are sample demographics. a north boy is a 17-year old ateneo student who lives in xavierville and uses a nokia 6630, while a south boy is a 19-year old dlsu student who lives in bf homes and uses a nokia 7650.)
they threw characteristics of a south boy or north boy at me, and i had to confirm or deny. in the end, all their observations proved to be pretty much correct. let me share a few..
ang north boy, kung gusto ka, liligawan ka.
ang south boy, hindi mo alam, nililigawan ka na pala.
ang north boy, crush siya ng barkada mo.
ang south boy, gustong makatambay ng barkada mo.
ang north boy, liligawan pati nanay mo.
ang south boy, babarkadahin ang nanay mo.
ang north boy, tahimik at polite kapag kasama ang pamilya mo.
ang south boy, makwento at masigla kapag kasama ang pamilya mo.
ang north boy, first date ninyo sa nakaka-impress na restaurant.
ang south boy, first date ninyo ay movie tapos coffee.
ang north boy, bongga magregalo.
ang south boy, simple pero meaningful ang ireregalo.
ang north boy, sasama sa yo at sa barkada mo.
ang south boy, isasama ka sa barkada niya.
what do you think, agree ka ba?
via superbianca.blogspot.com
PHOTO CREDIT: Chic and Cheaps
I heart this business card holder
I heart this tea infuser
I heart this frame
I heart this patio
I heart her illustrations
I heart these dresses
Sometimes music is simple. Energy on the dance floor, in the car, at the gym, moving through me like metabolism. Pure, uncomplicated entertainment. Lyrics? Secondary. It’s all about the groove.
Have you noticed though that if you listen to a song in the rain, it sounds and feels different? It’s heavier. More meaningful. And the lyrics begin to sink in. Certain songs were meant to be played in the rain. Or at night. Or in the city. Or in the Summer. Or in transition. Sometimes to forget. Sometimes to hold on. Songs for beginnings, or ends. For sad, or angry, or beautiful.
All good songs are better songs in the right mood.
And then, like magic, that’s when a stranger's poetry becomes my story, for me. And your story, for you. And then music is simple no longer - because our stories are never simple.
So that’s how I organize what I listen to: by mood. My life is a movie and every scene requires the perfect background music: the soundtrack of my life.
Everyone needs one. It makes you feel special, from black & white to technicolor. Your soundtrack makes even the most mundane tasks an academy award winning performance. Your movie is an epic drama, sci-fi thriller and music video all in one.
I'm still trying to figure out my soundtrack . Some are older, some newer. They can all mean different things to different people. But however you use them, I am certain that they will make your movie more colorful.
So with this, WHAT's YOUR SOUNDTRACK?
 | I am Kogepan. I was from a bakery shop in Hokkaido. My bakery shop is very famous in Japan because the red bead buns that it churns out are so delicious that only 20 of such type are made each day. I was supposed to be a delicious red bean bun too, but an unfortunate accident had happened... |
| On the day I was supposed to be brought into the oven, I was thrilled because the moment has finally arrived for me to become what most breads have always wanted to be - a high quality red bean bread. As I continue to ponder on that, I began to giggle in excitement. |  |
 | When the baker began to take me and my friends out from the oven, I was ecstatic because everything had went smoothly. However, my happiness is somehow short-lived when the baker accidentally tilted the pan and... |
| And I fell back into the oven and disappeared into a cloud of smoke. I looked around for my friends but they were not there. I was very afraid. I was getting cooked again and there was a burnt smell seeping out from me. I thought to myself "Somebody please come and save me!" |  |
 | Nobody noticed that I was missing and I waited in the oven for another 30 minutes. My skin was no longer a golden color and had turned dark brown. I smelt awful. Finally, the baker saw me and took me out from the oven, but he did not place me back on the shelves where the other red bean buns were. |
| I am a burnt bread and certainly, nobody wants to buy me. I felt lonely and upset. I thought to myself that my life as a bread was very meaningless. I was so disillusion that my eyes turned white. |  |
 | The other red bean buns always mock at me, calling me awful names. The baker did not even pay attention to me at all. I think the whole world hates me. |
| I decided to run away from home. Nobody will care anyway. I shall run to a place where nobody exists and nobody will make fun of me. |  |
 | I spent most of my time smoking and drinking milk as beer. I became very depressed and pessimistic. |
| After a few days, I finally came to my senses, and decided not to live my life like this anymore. The bakery is still my home after all. |  |
 | Back at the bakery I decided to read a book titled "How to become a delicious bread" to improve myself. I believed that if I continue to work hard, I will eventually attain my dream of becoming a delicious red bean bun. |
| But every time I see the other red bean buns I lose hope and become jealous again. I always lecture them about the life of being a bread and because of that, all of them were afraid of me. |  |
 | Kuriimupan (creamy bread) is also a burnt bread like me. We are very good friends and we always drink beer (milk) together and often run away from home. |
 | They are called Kireipan, as known as the pretty breads. They are delicious and unlike me, they are not burnt. I am always jealous of them. |
 | My friend Sumipan is even more burnt than me. He is called the charcoal bread and he is also my very good friend. |
 | Ichigopan is the latest addition to the family. He is the strawberry cream bread and unlike the other bread, he is pink in color. |
