I’m dead bored as dead bored as can be so these past days I have been going through Stumbleupon, Pinterest, YouTube, 8tracks and Wanelo. My Facebook wall has been flooded with status updates, videos, links and images.
I absolutely love Wanelo (Find unique products and stores you’ve never heard of) and here are just some of the items that ended up on my FB wall with my various comments.
Yellow leaves are falling off the tree right outside my window, the wind blows gently, the sun shines through a thin veil of clouds, birds are chirping and flying about on this beautiful morning. My Facebook wall has been flooded with Youtube videos of Train, Adam Levine and Javier Colon, and finally, Dia Frampton – a direct result of watching the premiere of The Voice’s Season 2 and a marathon of the complete first season.
It’s a good Saturday morning filled with music. My veins are throbbing with caffeine and my heart is full. I am ready to fall back into bed with Dia Frampton’s soulful voice in the background as I play her RED album.
If I heard her song on the radio and I hadn’t seen her on TV, I would think I’m listening to another Brit singer – just about my favorite musicians on the planet.
Who wouldn’t fall in love with these eyes? And this voice? And the simplicity written all over her face? I’m absolutely mesmerized. More
I saw this post on Facebook from Planet Naga about four months ago. I had been too busy though to post it on my blog (or post anything actually). Today I am taking the time to share these beautiful photos. Much thanks for all these.
Pre-war Bicol. Bicol Region is known as one of the strongest bulwarks of the Catholic Faith since Hispanic times. In fact, during its inception, the prelate of Manila was under the Diocese of the Nueva Caceres. in This album, we shall explore the different Catholic churches all over the region, their different architectures and physical structure before war invaded Bicol in 1942.
If for an instant God were to forget that I am rag doll and gifted me with a piece of life,
possibly I wouldn’t say all that I think,
but rather I would think of all that I say.
I would value things,
not for their worth but for what they mean.
I would sleep little, dream more,
understanding that for each minute we close our eyes we lose sixty seconds of light.
I would walk when others hold back.
I would wake when others sleep.
I would listen when others talk,
and how I would enjoy a good chocolate ice cream!
If God were to give me a piece of life,
I would dress simply,
throw myself face first into the sun,
baring not only my body but also my soul.
My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice,
and wait for the sun to show.
Over the stars I would paint with a Van Gogh dream a Benedetti poem,
and a Serrat song would be the serenade I’d offer to the moon.
With my tears I would water roses,
to feel the pain of their thorns,
and the red kiss of their petals. More
One artist recently put it to us that “Hope starts when people work on changing how we think. This is why art is important. Art is the expression of the ideas and aspirations of people, and they form the foundation of culture.” More
Dong Abay and members of the band Coffeebreak Island arrived in Naga this morning via Penafrancia bus lines, and was promptly brought to their accommodations in CWC. I went to pick them up for our lunch at Chef Doy’s Gourmet Restaurant.
at Chef Doy's Gourmet Restaurant
We had sumptuous lunch and then coffee and beers after. We also met and had a bit of chit chat with chefs Doy and Che. It was one busog, and thereafter sleepy, afternoon.
I checked into FourSquare and ousted the mayor of Chef Doy’s, increasing my mayorships to 9. Hahaha. I don’t know why I’m saying that, it doesn’t really make sense, but what the heck! *winks!
Twitter
Flickr
YouTube
Facebook
RSS
