October 30

Here we are. ♥

Meet the Women of the Future

I love anything that's set in the '60s. I sometimes kind of wish I was born then. I love the clothes, the hair, the makeup. Which is why it was no surprise that I instantly fell in love with the new show Pan Am.

It sort of reminds me of Mad Men, but with a bit of espionage on the side. I love that they're always in some new place in every episode. My favorite character is Colette. My heart broke for her in last week's episode—especially that scene when she was trying to make her way up the stairs.

I've never had dreams of becoming a flight attendant, but if I were living in the '60s, I probably would have!

{ photos courtesy of ABC }

I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You

Music Monday

Tasty Tuesday

 

Pancakes with bacon and egg from Pancake House

Wishful Wednesday

A pair of blush-colored sandals

Thoughtful Thursday

{ images via Apartment Therapy }

Fashion Friday

{ images via Uniqlo }

 First Uniqlo store to open in Manila in 2012!

Miles and Piles of You

 

I want you and you and nothing but you,
Miles and piles of you—
Finally I’ll have something worthwhile
To think of each morning—
You and you and nothing but you,
No substitution will do,
Nothing but fresh, undiluted and pure,
Top of the line,
And totally mine!

He Said Make It With Your Own Two Hands

Music Monday

Countdown to my date with Mr. A-Z (along with thousands of other people, haha): 21 days ♥

Tasty Tuesday

Her answer to the mister (Momo!'s version of tapa—spicier than the one in Mr. Jones)

Wishful Wednesday

My body felt like it was on vacation for a week. I wish I could wake up to this view every day, TBQH.


Thoughtful Thursday

{ photo via Honestly... WTF }


Fashion Friday

{ photos via Martha Stewart Weddings }

Just Like the Ocean Needs the Waves

There's a kiteboarder zipping in and out of the frothy waves. The sea breeze is cool, the sun warm on your face. There's a little girl making sand angels on the shore, picking up shells and throwing them back into the ocean. There's a faint thumping of music from a resort nearby.

It's the same island, a different time. The wind is too strong—they've already set up barriers along the beachfront. The sun is still shining.

The days aren't enough. You wake up early every morning, hoping to catch the sun at its brightest. You lay out and try not to burn. You jump into the water to cool off. The waves jostle you around and you fall on your knee. When you need to leave, you want to stay a little longer. Catch the last rays of light that you can on your almost burnt shoulders, dig your toes a little deeper into the powder-soft sand. It's never enough.

And the only remembrance you get? The faint color on your cheeks and a tiny purple bruise on your right knee.