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Friday, May 20, 2011

I would stare at the grains of light suspended in that silent space, struggling to see into my own heart. What did I want? And what did others want from me? But I could never find the answers. Sometimes I would reach out and try to grasp the grains of light, but my fingers touched nothing.

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via pinkpandulce)

Monday, May 9, 2011

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Puregold’s OPM Con 2025 Brings Pinoy Pride to the Philippine Arena

I’ve always been a proud fan of  SB19 —I’ve seen them live countless times, and every single performance has left me in awe. So when I found...