Doctor Who x The Hunger Games

(aka 5 years of Photoshop and this is what I come up with)

My childhood home in Baguio City is my favourite place for celebrating the New Year. Specifically, this window in my parents’ bedroom that gives us a spectacular view of the fireworks from some of Baguio’s notable landmarks (the Country Club, John Hay, The Mansion, our Korean neighbours.)

Old meets new. Let go and move forward, but keep the experiences that make you who you are.

Happy 2014!


Aila Wang is Alexander Wang’s niece, and she is doing it all better than you are. 

Aila Wang makes grown-ups look absolutely drab. For shame.

I don’t mean I’d mind being rich and famous. That’s very much on my schedule, and someday I’ll try to get around to it; but if it happens, I’d like to have my ego tagging along. I want to still be me when I wake up one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany’s.

A taste of Paris in the East Village.

We’ll see what happens when we say “yes” while this rigor mortis world says “no”


This is one of the few instances where watching the film persuaded me to read the book, and not the other way around. 

As adapted by the film, Isaac Marion’s novel takes on the perspective of ‘R’, a zombie slightly more introspective and emotionally connected than most others. I loved the film’s witty and hilarious lines, and while the book made me chuckle every few pages, the words were more focused on creating beautiful poetry out of R’s “afterlife,” if you will: "I long for exclamation marks, but I’m drowning in ellipses." Moreso, the book shed light on details that I failed to understand (and then later ignored) as a viewer. Marion also makes use of vivid imagery to excite his readers’ imagination, something I think he’s achieved quite successfully, considering the premise — a post-apocalyptic world from the point of view of a zombie.

Both the film and the book were so cleverly written, that it makes the audience root for the zombie-human romance, as grotesque as it may seem on normal grounds. While it helped that Jonathan (not Adam) Levine cast Nicholas Hoult as ‘R,’ the zombie’s brooding character and charming ways, seen both in the film and the novel, make Julie (and the audience) fall in love with him. I mean, who wouldn’t love a zombie who collects vintage trinkets and listens to Sinatra in an abandoned 747 he calls home?

The little sister doing her thing.



Chocolate bunny

Have a happy Easter :3

I Have Found My Dream Watch

Meet Hermès' Le Temps Suspendu, or “Time Suspended,” in English.

Appearance-wise, it isn’t anything spectacular. I probably wouldn’t even consider it, with my inclination towards thinner, sleeker watches. It’s not the most technologically-advanced, either. At least, not in the way you would imagine (no, it doesn’t have a built-in phone, camera, or credit card). But it isn’t the appearance or the advancement that makes me want the watch so much. Rather, it’s the beauty that lies inside.

Take it from the name itself — “Time Suspended”.  The watch has a little button on its side that stops time when pushed. Not really, of course. No one can do that. But once the button is pushed, the hands of the watch turn rigid at exactly 12 o’clock, and the dial on the date disappears. Then you can go on for hours not knowing what time or date it is (at least, on that watch). But fret not, because pushing the button again will bring it to the actual time and date. Like time did stop for that particular moment.

I don’t disagree that this technology, albeit incredibly cool, is completely useless. But it is incredibly cool. We’ve all had moments when we wished we could stop time. Now, here’s an illusionary way to do it. The idea is so poetic and romantic, that it could easily be used as a tool to get laid. But that isn’t why I like it. I stop at the poetic and romantic part.

In the heat of summer sunshine.

Post-processing by Danna Quimbo!

Boredom in the big city.