Surbaboy Caramoan

Out-eat. Out-sleep. Out-eat again.

Gota beach was just gorgeous! And we got to play with the discarded (and tacky!) Survivor Serbia? Sweden? Israel? props.

Little Earthquakes…

…that aren’t so little in some parts of the world. We’re still so blessed. Ilocos was hit yesterday with a 6.8. My parents are fine but I worry. Their house is on a hilly terrain, far from the coastline, so the view’s great and their safe from tsunamis but what of earthquake induced landslide? During the 7.7 back in ’92 there had been a landslide and part of the house was buried. 

Well, I guess we should all keep praying for the safety of everyone we love.

Awhile ago at work we felt our building shake and we half-ran down 11 flights of stairs (but not before updating our facebooks and twitters!) Gosh, when are things gonna calm down? Tonight I’m going to sleep fully clothed—in case I need to run outside in the middle of the night. Be safe everyone.  

binge, bikini

 So everyone's on a diet (including us) what with bikini season and all. Honestly, I've been hungry for a while now. Ysa's been hungry longer. I think I started cutting back on rice too late though. Because I'm just cranky and hungry but I didn't really lose any weight. So days before our Caramoan trip --- and because life is too short to not eat good food --- Ysa and I broke our fast like whoa! :)

Waiting for "On The Road"

For years I've been hoping for a Hollywood adaptation of Jack Kerouac's On The Road. Yearssss, I tell you! Now I know why it took this long: They were waiting for Garrett Hedlund. *swoons*

I've seen all his movies (there aren't a lot) and he is good! It also doesn't hurt that he's so gorgeous!  I'm  sure he'd make a damn good Dean Moriarty. But I will never forgive Kristen Stewart if she ends up ruining the movie with her Bella Swan stammering.

Some stills:

They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"

- On The Road, Jack Kerouac