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Carlo & Reese

March 22nd, 2012 No comments

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Carlo & Reese

Carlo Rojas & Reese Tirona  _

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Shot on location > B o h o l  B e a c h  C l u b  | Gown > J o h n  P a r a s Video > J a s o n  M a g b a n u a  | Flowers > B l u e  G r a s s | Coordination > S u p r e m e  W e d d i n g s

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Barong > T o p p e r s  | Host > H a n n a h  J o y | MakeUp >  D e b r a  B u m a n g l a g | Music/Lights > E n t r e  N o u s  +  E l s t a r

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Her Stilettos Did Not Save Her

March 11th, 2012 No comments
[Part 3 of the "Sketches of Kitsch" series] MELISSA WAILED at the sight of Vinci — or what used to be Vinci, a two-month old Shitzu now reduced into splattered internal organs and bloodied fur — on...

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Davao

March 7th, 2012 No comments
Apparently ticket sellers in SM do not get puns. I was trying to get tickets to Davao, I get a romantic comedy instead.

Seriously though, if you get the chance to watch a rom-com which the missus would gladly give you pogi points for and not come out too flaky for going, you take it. If it has Rachel McAdams in it, the more you take it. Channing Tatum? Err, no way, but the story and Adams should more than compensate for the woodesque acting.

The Vow is the serious version of 50 First Dates. Married couple gets in an accident. Wife loses some of her memory, conveniently all of their marriage and courtship period memoirs. Husband tries everything to win her back.Wife wants to figure things out on her own. Husband lets her be, if that what makes her happy. Still, fate and all that magical blah blahs in the world still leads them to each other's arms.

Wait, did I really just cough up all of that?

Apparently, these types of movies are what we can at least call matured love stories. There is no cutesy pansy, it is not too cerebral or weird, just enough realism to keep the film all too relateable (if there is such a word). It has its moments especially when they get to re-do their first date and of course during that scene when the husband lets the wife go. These moments are forgivable since it gives us light on how a lover suddenly treats you like a stranger. It could certainly drive you nuts.

The Vow although formulaic and resembling the Adam Sandler flick works for couples since it is not too pretendish, it stars a sweetheart in Rachel McAdams, someone who is sexy enough and beuatiful enough to adore but not to lust about, and of course for women, there's always Channing Tatum and his ass. I cringed every time he took something off and that's about it.

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Lessons, In Time

March 5th, 2012 No comments
No, this won't be one of those entries about deep in thought realizations. The title came from the ho-hum movie  - I mean most people say it's crap, I think it's just alright.
So this is it.., quarter life crisis!
I still want to travel. South America. Germany. I'll see you soon. I want to go back to Burgerbar and Bigg's. Burgerbar more so. Ano kaya kung 1 year na lang talaga tayo after 25. Should I have started settling down? Started a business? Partied harder? It was my first time in a long time to turn down a night out invite last Saturday.., woohoo. Look who's growing up. 
Yun nga lang di na talaga ako makakaiba sa People Magazine's 25 hottest people under 25. I'm still working at my body - eh. Getting rid of excess fat in the core is hard. I have to change my diet, daw. Dai na talaga makakahabol...bwahaha. Hanep, vain - last chance na kasi pag 26 na it could be all downhill from there. 
I'm going to turn 25 twice in a couple of weeks. Sana din lang we stop aging at 25. 















I wonder kung pwede mag stream ng weather updates sa ganito?










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Hubert & Hazel

March 5th, 2012 No comments

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Hubert Tan and Hazel Tanedo

S h a n g r i – L a R e s o r t   /  B o r a c a y I s l a n d , P h i l i p p i n e s

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G o w n B r i d e > Elie Saab | G o w n E n t o u r a g e > Paul Herrera _
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Cristina Duque _ F l o w e r s > Robert Blancaflor | V i d e o > MG Digital  | C o o r d i n a t i o n > Stanz Catalan + Zane Borra _

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T h e  d a y  w a s  f a u l t l e s s  i n  b e a u t y
pitched on tropical scenery
stretched from white sand

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up to the open s k y
down to the shining sea again
and then b a c k  t o  m e

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B e d r o o m  e y e s , bedroom eyes
Brighter than this starlit s u m m e r  s k y

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When you sing, when you sing
The stars fill up my eyes
Galaxies pour down my cheeks
Galaxies…they flood the streets

a n d  o n  m y  c h e e k s  a n d  h a i r

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The salt will always shine
And with this phosphorescence map
A  s a i l o r ’ s  c h a r t  a  m e r m a i d ’ s  h a n d
Something I’ll find

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Y o u  m a d e  t h e  m a n  a  c h i l d  a g a i n ,
so sweetly
He breathed your smile
Lived in your eyes  c o m p l e t e l y

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A handful of  d r e a m  d u s t for my pirate
He can hear the pacific singing
The sea meets the light in his salt water eyes
Icy pictures of the water are captured in his frame

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Then I couldn’t keep  t i m e
you took me into a dream
an exploding soundtrack
that I treasure as m i n e

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’cause the sun’s been known to shine
On our w a n d e r i n g  k i n d

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M u s i c  i n  t h e  A i r

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P l u c k e d from the centuries
Presented in the form
Of a song by y o u  t o  m e


Like rivers running up the hills and to the sky and down to the sea
Where a merman with a twinkle casts a hook in me

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Summer sky falling into the sea, taking part of me

T h e  r i v e r  i s  r i s i n g
the birds are returning
the earth is promising -

{ L O V E }

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We slept in the shadow of a cedar tree
We made love on the rising tide

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We smelled the perfume of the w a x i n g  m o o n

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You pull me like the moon pulls on the tide
You know just where I keep my better side

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Woke up, it was a  C h e l s e a morning,

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And the first thing that I saw,
Was the sun through yellow curtains,
And a rainbow on the wall,
B l u e ,  r e d ,  g r e e n   &  g o l d t o  w e l c o m e   y o u ,

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Crimson crystal beads to beckon. There’s a sun show every second.
Now the curtain opens on a portrait of today.

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S o  y o u  o p e n  u p
your windows and doors
and the sun and the breeze

S t r e a m s  a c r o s s  t h e  f l o o r s

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Come out, come out
Show your sparkling eyes and  p a r t  t h e  c l o u d s

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I f  y o u  s t a y
I’ll make you a day
Like no day has been
Or will be again

W e ‘ l l  s a i l  t h e  s u n
We’ll ride on the rain
And talk to the trees
And worship the wind

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Why care about yesterday’s haze
When the stars above are all ablaze
Why care about the coming dawn

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W h e n  t h e  m o o n  p o u r s  n o w  s e a r c h l i g h t  s t r o n g

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I’m gonna take myself a piece of s u n s h i n e

A n d  p a i n t  i t  a l l  o v e r  m y  s k y

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Riptide pulls me out into the  o p e n  s e a
My toes dangle for a place to stand and be

I want nothing more
Than to  d a n c e with you
I want nothing more
Than to  f l o a t with you

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W h e n  w e  d a n c e ,  w h e n  w e  d a n c e

E e l s a n d  s e a  g r a s  s f l o a t  o n  b y

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I’m  1 0 , 0 0 0 leagues beneath the sea
1 0 , 0 0 0 leagues…beneath the green

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I f  y o u  s t a y
I’ll make you a night
Like no night has been
Or will be again

I’ll sail on your smile
I’ll glide on your touch
I’ll talk to your eyes
That I love so much

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Safe House

March 5th, 2012 No comments
Is it a red flag when a guy goes into a movie mainly because of Ryan Reynolds?

Probably, but one can claim it is mainly because you want to watch a Denzel and Green Lantern go physical and mental on an action thriller about espionage.

Safe House pits the veteran and the up and comer in this spy induced thriller of a young CIA agent who is tasked to protect and at the same time subdue a former CIA agent (Washington) gone rogue.

This rogue agent is auctioning a valuable piece of information that can be damageable to certain influential parties. These people of interest try at all cost to eliminate Washington's character from the equation and as the rest, is what you predict to be as a typical action movie not far from plot and substance with the typical FPJ flick.

What sets this film higher than most is the level of acting. Reynolds and Washington are top notch in delivering the veteran disillusioned agent and the hungry to prove himself up and comer. The camera work resembles the MI3 and Cloverfield style which is shaky and lifelike to a point that you would think you're the one taking the bullets even if it is not in 3D.

This movie achieves a personal objective since it was a lesser-evil choice as against to the Lloydie and Angel flick while I was wasting time bus-waiting at Cubao. Safe House reminds you a buddy flick of Washington not too long ago, Unstoppable, average to good at best but not too remarkable to be recommending to friends. See it on dvd.
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