On choosing love

Love is a choice, and it has always been that way for me in the past. I think choosing to love is a natural course to follow for girls, especially since it is not us but usually the men who do the picking for us, and we just choose to say yes or reject a love that comes our way.

I can love at will, and I can stop at will, too. I know it sounds mechanical and not at all romantic, but I have lived the first quarter of my life alone and independently before finally caving in and saying yes to a very devoted boy who adored me and loved me with the strongest of passions when I was 24. He was the most sincere, earnest and loving man I’ve ever met that I just can’t refuse him when he asked me to be his girl.

Looking back at all my relationships after him, I have observed that my pattern for loving someone has always been going along with whoever chooses me and humouring his attention/love for me by trying to reciprocate it with as much attention/love as I can. The few times that I had been the one in charge of choosing my partner, I had immediately ended it due to lack of patience in waiting for him to reciprocate my love, or ended it because it never really felt right for me to steal someone else’s love, and I felt the urge to “return” him to his proper owner.

I have always been confident that I can “love” again.

Sometimes, though, I am afraid that I’m not doing it right. “Have I ever really fallen in love?” I ask myself numerous times. I know that one of the most apparent signs of falling in love is holding on and fighting to keep the person you love. However, I found that in my first few relationships, it has always been me who initiates ending the relationship. Sadly, by the time that I have figured out that I was not being the ideal mate by always letting someone go, ironically, it suddenly seemed that my partners are always letting me go.

Now, at a stage in my life where I can choose to love someone else again, I’d like to temporarily release hold on my share of happiness, as I found that it chips away my dignity. As Glory Szabo says, happiness is not a race with other people. I am stronger than my happiness. 

Why I Haven't Settled Down

My favorite celeb look-alike

A boy I've dated told me that his ex-girlfriend (as with most girls in their 20's and up who are obsessed about getting hitched) had demanded marriage from him and that, when it became clear that he will not ask for her hand in marriage and that he won't provide her an engagement ring with a minimum value of P150,000, she had cursed him furiously.

Probably worried that I will do the same to him, hence the sudden sharing of stories, I assured him that no, I was not after marrying him and that no, I won't be tying him down anytime soon after only, what, three months (?) of dating him.

Being a believer in freedom myself, I told him that I have no plans of settling down anytime soon. "It's so much fun being chased after, courted and lavished with lots of attention and affection," I told him. "There's nothing like the thrill of  new devotion being provided by a fresh suitor which I could never get from an old husband who had grown accustomed to taking me for granted," I added. I also told him that it was probably another reason why sometimes I keep breaking up with the men I date because of my constant search for unwavering devotion.

In time, I hope I will also find a man worth tying down for. But for now, I will continue lavishing in the attention and affection of the boys I date.

A Letter To My Soul Mate

To The One I Haven't Met,


I do not know the exact moment I started believing in you. I know I blogged about you in July 2002, and then again in April 2009 -when I believed that you were my first boyfriend and that I've made the fatal mistake of letting you slip away. Here's also another post about you in June 2009, plus more posts here.

I know I exhibit cynical behavior about getting married, and should you have -by any chance- heard me while I was dishing out my doomsday opinions on getting hitched to friends -like I don't care if I don't marry or bear children in this life- you'd probably be turned off right away.

But just the same, I'd like to assure you that I'd still very much like -and I'm hoping so much- to meet you with every fibre of my being. I am in no hurry to meet you because when I do, I know that it will be life's greatest gift to me- just to find the life partner I've been searching for my whole life who can ease all my worries and who I can be comfortable with no matter what I say or do. What's most important is that I find you at all.

When I finally find you, I know that all my insecurities and fears will slip away... That no matter how difficult it is for a man to love me, you will find a way to still do regardless of me being an Iglesia Ni Cristo, or despite my differences from you in background and despite me having traits that are not so easy to put up with. Likewise, I promise to love you unconditionally, and know that I will put your safety, interest and well-being above my own. Also, I will never ever hurt you. I vow that you will get the best treatment ever simply for finding me and giving me love that has no end.

For now, I have stopped my quest to look for you cause I can only take so much heartbreaks at a time. I hope you understand. For the mean time, please take care of yourself and wait for me, for I am on my way.

Keep Calm and Watch Movies

There is nothing better than watching the latest movies -admiring the cinematography, watching the plot unravel, seeing your favorite movie idols once again, appreciating the songs played on its soundtrack, judging the special effects they used for enhancement, comparing it to other movies and so forth. But out of all the movies I've watched, the movie that really made me fall in love with watching movies is the Korean film Old Boy. Unlike your typical movie, the unexpected twists and turns of the plot, the teeth-gritting scenes, the taboo elements and the hair-pulling ending has made my heart thump wildly in my rib case, even more wildly than it could ever thump after riding steep roller-coaster rides!

And if you're a movie buff like me, wouldn't you wish there's an app that can make watching movies easier for you by letting you check the screening dates, schedules and places for the movies you wanted to see ahead of time?


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JUSTICE FOR MARCOS

One of the reasons why I look forward to my brother's marriage with ate Nhing is having more chances to bond with future brother- in- law Marky.

As I see it, I am to my family as what Marky is to the Cruz's... aside from being the youngest like him, I can match his non-stop chattering endurance, and I just recently found out that we both have epileptic tendencies although his condition is much more serious.

With his bubbliness and so much zest for life, it's still a shock that he's gone now.

It hurts a lot to think that he may be alone in his last moments in an unknown place without any loved ones around.

I cannot imagine that such a sweet, warm boy who will always protect and care for others even at his own expense can be BETRAYED IN THE WORST POSSIBLE WAY.

In behalf of the whole Cruz family, thank you for all your concern & efforts in helping us find him.

Now all we ask is that justice be served for the baby of the Cruz family whose very sympathy, trust & goodwill to others had ironically caused him harm in the end.

We love you Marky! You are -as your Facebook name suggests- truly immortal in our hearts! May you help us in bringing light to your senseless death.

Please help us find justice for Marcos by helping us answer who he was last seen with in RIZAL on SATURDAY, OCTOBER 5 and who he came to see in QUEZON on SUNDAY, OCTOBER 6 2013. Share this photo to friends on FB, specially those in Infanta, Quezon or Rizal, and if you can, please print and post on tricycles, in beach resorts, jeeps, and other establishments. 

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On marriage

The other day, I was talking about marriage over lunch with my two team mates at work. Probably to get back at me and Ai for interrogating him and teasing him on why he currently has no girl friend in one of our previous lunches, he decided to turn the tables and pester me and Ai on why we still haven't tied the knot at our ripe age.

To answer Leonard, and all other people who wonders why I haven't married yet, I always say that:

1. It's a feeling, not a time-pressured requirement for anyone. As I have said over and over again to anyone who asks, getting hitched should be based solely on feelings (or lack thereof) and I will not be pressured to do it just because I'm getting old. I do not feel like marrying because I do not feel like marrying. I'm not normal like other marriage-minded females so what! Don't ask me at what age I plan to marry because it will never be an age but something that will depend on my feelings, so if I don't have any feelings, I will not marry. First of all, why will I want to enter a state where I am not sure of the consequences? There is no guarantee that marriage = happier me so why will I wish for something I don't have when it won't even bring me joy? Plus, I will only be stressing myself (like other girls I know who wring their hands wishing for marriage) by wanting something I don't have which I'm not even sure of. I am content with my life, and if any one else tells me not to be, then I demand that that person gives me something that is sure to make me happier -like shopping money. Also, please see reason number 2.
2. Has it ever occurred to anyone that they shouldn't ask women about these things? It's rude, it's impolite, and it's not as if the choice is entirely for us to make, as men should be the ones initiating a marriage proposal.So don't ask me!

To irk me further is this article from dailymail.co which friends keep on sharing and kept popping up irritatingly at my Facebook newsfeed:

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2176281/Generation-refuse-grow-No-mortgage-No-marriage-No-children-No-career-plan-Like-30-somethings-Marianne-Power-admits-shes-.html

It's an article about the "generation who refuses to grow up" and I was on the brink of sharing it on my own wall while skimming the first few sentences of the article, but as I read on I slowly became madder and madder, until I don't want to share the article anymore but just whack some sense onto the author (Miss Marianne Power's) head. Even though my friend who posted the article did not share my view that the article is judgmental and said that all it did was just compared generations, for me it's the tone kept the article from being seen by me as nothing other than judgmental.

With concluding words, Ms. Powers had said:

"I’ll be the last guest at the party, dancing alone, long after the music stops. And I don’t want that." 

and:

"We’re propping up bars across the country, hoping the dim light disguises our wrinkles and that our Topshop outfits help us to blend in with the 20-somethings around us. And that’s a very sad thought. Perhaps it is time to finally grow up." 

As if the basis of truly growing up and being a better human being depend solely on the ability or the inability to marry someone and have kids. Here the author was, longing to be a wife and a mother and basically saying how pathetic she and the rest of us are just for choosing not to marry and/or not to have a child, without even considering the other aspects of her life that are positive and which makes her happy, and also without considering the not-so-good aspects of marrying and having children.

Is she saying that my friend who married, got beaten up, and had her child sexually harrassed by her psycho ex-husband made better life choices than her and other single individuals?
Is she saying that those who just neglects and leaves their children to be cared for by their relatives are better human beings than single aunts and uncles who looks after their nephews and nieces?

Because to me, it seemed Ms Marianne Power's answers to that are yes.

Kettle Korn: Poppin’ Fun All The Time!

If I were to star in my own movie, I would be a guardian angel, who keeps giving sick humans or those who have disabilities what they need like, giving a blind man eyesight, a deaf little girl the ability to hear, etc.-the catch is, I have to have what they need before I can give it to them, and every time, I give them a special ability they need, I would lose this facility, so I would be the one who will become blind, deaf, etc., until at the end of the movie, I will be rendered almost useless, and when cruel street kids would see me in the street walking unsteadily, they will make fun of me... all because of my desire to help others!

I'm sure that when the film starring me is produced, all of my friends and family will run to the nearest cinema to watch it, and they will be watching it with a Kettle Korn in tow, because Kettle Korn makes watching movies poppin' fun all the time!

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Tastes like the real thing

If you are craving for Pork Sisig but you just can't eat pork, you might want to try the Tofu Sisig for P235 at Clump Resto Bar.

Lila Says: A book review

Yesterday, I found this book at the bookstore, which I immediately jumped into and finished reading once I got home. 

Two things mainly attracted me to buy the book: 

1. dirt cheap price  
2. the fact that it was an international bestseller

After staying up late reading and being sufficiently disturbed after finishing the book I decided to write a review for it. 

One of the unique things about the book was how it is being packaged by its publishers and/or editors. They claimed that the 128-page book was written with a Bic ballpen on a notepad by an anonymous 19-year old boy who goes by the pseudonym of Chimo -one of the main characters in the book.That he faxed the first few pages of the book, and that the rest of the manuscript was sent by the boy's lawyer. 

Reading the first few pages of the book, I can see that the author was someone who was really smooth with words and used to flattering everyone around him, describing the main character and the object of his affections (Lila) in nothing less than the highest praises, coming up with words like her voice, skin and face is like an angel's, and coming up with so many superlatives in not just one but all physical attributes of the girl. 

Surely, I know when someone is putting me on. 

It also seemed that the boy, who talked in a streetwise gangster cool slang, is trying to pen all his sexual fantasies into the book, making it seem as if the goddess-like main character of his story has unsatiable desire for him.  

He also make it seem as if he is just being a quiet, shy gentleman all throughout the story, never admitting that he was at fault for the sudden shocking twist to the story when he most probably is! 

Most likely, he had been spreading the stories that was entrusted to him with care by the 16-year-old Lila, breaking her trust just so he could seem all macho to his douchebag male friends. And of course the douchebag male friends being their douchebag selves, what else can they do but use the knowledge that was shared to them by Chimo in judging women they don't know and wreaking havoc to the society?

Ultimately, reading Lila Says just succeeded in reviving my anger at douchebags and making me want to buy at least 3 copies of the book so I can distribute it to all male chauvinistic pigs I've known in my life, some of which are classmates in school. Or maybe I'll just lend it patiently to each of them one asshole at a time. But even after reading the book, I doubt if they can understand the significance of it. I sincerely hope the book succeeds not just in reviving anger from women like me but in somehow removing douchebags in the society, as well!

Good taste, great pairings with San Miguel Lifestyle Brews

My favourite San Miguel Lifestyle Brews drinking experience occurred years ago in 2007, and yet it was something that is unforgettable for me. I had the pleasure of drinking Cerveza Negra for the first time during a reunion among college friends. All kinds of alcoholic beverages were being served at that time, but being a person who always likes to discover new things and always wanting to try out choices that everyone else overlooks...

I decided to order San Miguel's Cerveza Negra, and give it a try.

Whoa, what an experience! The cool dark malt was slowly met by my tongue, throat and taste buds with approval! With just 5% alcoholic content, Cerveza Negra is a no-fuss drinking companion that simply chills and soothes rather than other drinks boasting of higher alcoholic content which leaves me with a sick feeling afterwards. The more I drink of it, the more I was quietly, elegantly, wonderfully calmed. It relaxed me with a subtly soft sensation which I loved!

I loved the experience so much that even if I am not much of an alcohol drinker myself, I decided to give Cerveza Negra a try again 2 weeks later.Somehow, I missed this drink I've just recently tried already.

Me sporting a tan and posing with the label I peeled from my Cerveza Negra bottle  that  night.

This time, I invited my friend Chris (who was, at that time, my readily available eating buddy whenever I'm found craving for something) to come with me as I hunt down the dark lager I am craving. I don't think anyone needs to wait for an occasion to drink. If the craving is strong enough, we should not ignore it and do something to satisfy it!

As the drink was not sold everywhere, we went from restaurant after restaurant in Shangri-La Mall, Edsa trying to look for Cerveza Negra in the menu.
Finally, we found that Congo Grille had it in their menu. Bingo! We decided to order the Pork Sisig and Inihaw na Liempo to go with the beer. As expected, Cerveza Negra gave me that subtly calming, fresh cold beer taste that's smooth and instantly relaxing at the same time. A bit darker tasting that gives you the right sophisticated edge of flavour but not so bitter you wouldn't enjoy it, the dark beer was the perfect taste to contrast the salty pork dinner we were having! Cerveza Negra once again proved that it's a classic beer fit for any occasion -whether having a class reunion or simply hanging out with a good buddy!

Conclusion? Beer craving satisfied, mission accomplished!

Drinking experience that's above the ordinary

Life of Pi: A Movie Review

Not having the time to research about what I was about to watch, the first thing that came to mind when I heard the movie title and watched the opening credits of the movie was that it was somehow related to tai chi or Pooh's Little Instruction Book or Tao way of living or anything Zen, most especially since the opening music they used was very soothing and something you will hear at the Spa or perhaps while doing yoga.

I think the 12 year-old Pi Patel has an uncanny resemblance to my good friend Mark Lester a.k.a. "Yaya".

What I liked:

• I liked the part where it showed millions of jelly fishes glowing at night in the sea.

• I super liked the part where a huge eerie ghost face of Pi's mother was shown in the sea amidst all the other zoo animals which drowned, depicted in a constellation-like formation in the big vast sea which Pi is traversing.
• I liked that the hyena, zebra, orangutan, fish and the tiger seemed to be directed into acting and interacting with each other (although I cringed at the thought that a goat, fish, or some other animal might have to die for the movie -I surely hope not!)  

• I loved the cat qualities of Richard Parker, the Bengali tiger of Pi... how he hissed like a cat when he's trying to protect himself while at the same time inching backwards, how he followed Pi out of the boat and back, how he laid like a pet cat on Pi's lap, and all his many adorable cat qualities.

In short, I loved the movie even though it doesn't have much of a story (as per Ruth) and basically involves surviving in the sea. Thanks for bringing me, P.I.C. (courtesy of Ms. Becina)!

My body is old. It's a holiday and I wake up after 4 hours of sleep. I don't feel the least bit sleepy. I tried telling myself to sleep some more and get more rest, but all I end up doing is lie awake and wonder why I'm still awake. Figured I will never fall back to sleep and there's no sense forcing myself to sleep like a mother would to a child since I'm fully grown-up now and I have no use for all the extra sleep so here I am complaining and looking for someone to talk to.

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The cause of Kennedy Family Tragedy: Lobotomy of Rosemary Kennedy

Over lunch one day at work, conversation suddenly turned towards lobotomy. Lobotomy -which I haven't known of nor heard about in my life until that day- turns out to be a process they used to do in the olden times where they put a metal stick with spiralled ends inside your eye and push it up so it can reach your brain and they can tinker with it, or cut off some parts of it. Lobotomy was said to be used on mentally sick patients, specifically killers so that they will be less aggressive and to tame down their violent tendencies. Unfortunately, some people who undergo lobotomy turn into a vegetative state, with their minds reset back into infantile stage, turning them incoherent, paralyzed, drooling, staring blankly at walls for periods of time, and ridding them of any emotions.

I was so engrossed by the topic that over the weekend, I Googled it immensely. The first person that came up was Rosemary Kennedy, John F. Kennedy's sister. Rosemary Kennedy was said to have a lower IQ than the rest of the Kennedy siblings, around 90 which was pretty average, but apparently not enough for her father, Joe. At age 22, Rosemary became moody, and was prone to going out at night. Joe disapproved, and to sustain the good image of the Kennedys, he decided to put her daughter through a lobotomy procedure. At that time, lobotomy was just a new concept, and it still involves drilling holes into the skull and cutting through some parts of the brain, instead of the trans-orbital lobotomy which let the tool pass through the eyes.

During Rosemary's lobotomy, where she was put under mild anesthesia, she was asked by trial-and-error doctor Freeman to sing all throughout the lobotomy, and her response became their basis on how deep they were digging and cutting at her brain. They stopped when Rosemary's response became incoherent and she suddenly fell silent. -Now what kind of idiot doctor will only stop operating when his patient became paralyzed into muteness?! And what kind of idiot family would allow this to happen to their daughter?!

The lobotomy left Rosemary unable to take care of herself or do the simple task of dressing herself. She became incoherent and silent, staring into walls for periods of time, drooling, and more or less of a vegetative state. Her mind was like an infant's once again, and the only thing she could do was to identify herself.
Thank God I wasn't born in that era and I was spared from potential lobotomy! I remember being brought to a child psychologist in St. Luke's when I was acting bratty as a kid.


In 1961, Rosemary's father Joe had a stroke which was said to be his karma for masterminding the lobotomy of her daughter.

The irony of the stroke was in Joe's appearance. Half a century earlier he had allowed surgeons to give his daughter Rosemary a prefrontal lobotomy that had gone poorly. Her mind had been nearly destroyed, but more obvious were changes in her face and body. Joe, like his daughter, now had partial facial paralysis, a tendency to drool, a partially crippled body, and the inability to make intelligible statements. The obvious external damage Joe Kennedy had sustained was exactly the same as that of the child he had hidden away for five decades. (Schwarz, Joseph P. Kennedy, p. 425). -http://www.reformation.org/kennedy-assassination.html


According to this blog whose owner also felt deeply for Rosemary, during a reunion in 1975 with her younger sister Eunice, who had the most love for Rosemary out of all the other Kennedys, Eunice lost Rosemary while looking at some religious booklets in church. 5 hours later, penniless Rosemary was found 5 blocks away, preoccupied with window shopping on Michigan Avenue. She barely looked up as she said yes at the TV reporter who found her and asked her if she was looking for Eunice.

To end this post, here's a lovely song by Rasputina in tribute to Rosemary:

Rose K.

She doesn't know the man 

Who tries to push her wheelchair in the sand.
She just looks out to sea.
He's talking endlessly.

Oh, why won't he shutup?
I take my medicine
I crush the paper cup.
Oh, maybe he's my son
And he's coming to set me free.

She knows that she forgot
That there's a story and she
Can't recall the plot.
Of course her family fought
Over the furniture.

Oh, I don't know why they
Have taken all my favorite things away.
But one thing that's for sure
I don't know what they were.

They say a stone is a marker
And that it has weight.
They say it's solid
But it can deteriorate.

The air is like a hand
Reminding her of all the things she's planned.
Like air that thought is gone
Never to come again.

We came out to the beach to find the mind I've lost and cannot reach.
I used to keep it here.
It was much cleaner then.

They say a rose is a flower
And that it is red.
It blooms, it grows, it wilts
And then it is dead.

They say a stone is a marker
And that it has weight.
They say it's solid
But it can deteriorate.

They say a rose is a flower
And that it is red.
It blooms, it grows, it wilts
And then it is dead.

Oh, Rose Kennedy.

Saltimbanco in Manila

Cirque du Soleil's production of Saltimbanco [which translates to "to jump on a bench"] in Manila is like traveling back in time, back when everybody loves going to the circus. Specifically, the jester's vaudeville-like act makes me feel like I am experiencing a show once enjoyed by my grandparents. It made me a bit nostalgic.

Incidentally, I was also reminded of Dolphy more than once by a fully made up clown prancing down the stage with white paint all over his face. The show is very diverse, never just focusing on one single element. It has trapeze acts, comical acts, a contortionist act, etc.

My best friend Ruth loved the Chinese Pole Act, which does not surprise me since she loves watching live  cheer dance school competitions, another form of symmetric group performance. With their colorful chameleon costumes, their reptile cocking of heads and stare, it really was hypnotic to watch them simultaneously in action. I'm not sure if it was part of the Chinese Pole Act, but I also loved it when one of the men climbed up the pole using just his 2 hands, with his body as far away from the pole as possible as if he can just throw his weight around and around the pole while climbing using his 2 hands. He made it seem so easy that I itched to try it for myself, feeling that I would have tried it that moment, had they allowed the audience to try their apparatus during intermissions.

One of my favorites -however dizzying it was for me to watch and however painful for my craning neck-  was the woman in blue doing the trapeze. I couldn't find a solo pic of her, though. Perhaps, she really is part of this duo trapeze act. Maybe her partner couldn't make it so she did a solo. But anyway, I liked her. Perhaps, it was for the graceful lady she signified, or the power of being a woman and being alone up in the highest part of the arena, doing dizzyingly fast acrobatics and never failing. Simply put, she made me proud to be a woman just by watching her, even if i pains me to think of how many Bonamines she had to swallow and how long she has to endure hunger to be able to roll in the air like she did.

The Boleadoras consisted of two very rhythmic individuals who played the drum, tap-danced and skillfully twisted around a weight-attached clicketing cord in coordination with each other and to a certain rhythm. The woman, who was taller than her very 'brusko' partner stole my attention more, with her very expressive face during the whole act. She raised an eyebrow or two, alternated between smiling for us and pursing her lips in concentration, vigorously nodded her head with a flourish every time a new rhythm started, and held her chin up high in proud confidence as she went through her routine. Her partner, whose curly long mane, abundant facial hair and grim expression remind me of Tagalog movie goons like 'Amay Bisaya', although much faster, bored me with his bland, non-changing expression. The quicker he gets through his routine, the blander and more bored his face goes. The Boleadoras Act happened right before intermission time, and being a percussion fan/heavy beater myself, I re-enacted the rhythm in my head and tapped my feet to periodic moments as I headed out with Ruth to get snacks and refreshment.

Ruth and I agreed unanimously agreed that this was our favourite...

The show also had a comic relief portion, thanks to these 2 jesters who tried to re-enact the Macho Men Act.

A key aspect of any Cirque du Soleil production, I've noted, is the fully made-up clown faces on the performers. At first I wondered why they make such an effort in painting their faces, especially since it could scare away some children from the audience [I was a bit terrified myself.] But then, as I observed that no way could anyone ever recognize them because their features are masked behind elaborately drawn shapes, I figured out that that was really the point. They cover their faces so much, perhaps, to allow them the privacy they need in their off-stage lives. So they can shop, dine, and travel anywhere without fear of being interrupted by a fan.

Sick Genes

Other people usually chance upon each other at shopping malls, restaurants, and bars. Two weeks ago, I chanced upon an uncle who lives faraway in the E.R. section of a hospital. I was there for treatment of unbearable pain in my ears that wouldn't go away for days while Tito Lito was there because they have to puncture his stomach so he can eat cause he can't eat the normal way anymore. Our family is not a healthy bunch.

I don't always blog about everything

Like the numerous crinkles on your face right below your eyes and how it makes me content with life.
Like the almost-dimples you have I once noticed [or imagined in a moment of adoration] when you smiled.
How I happily patted your hair in place on the ride home with you. [which I am plotting on cutting soon]

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SkinWhite and Nuffnang bring you Snow White and the Huntsman

I have always wanted to be fair and rosy white just like my favorite fairy tale heroines. Good thing, SkinWhite gave me the beautiful blush white skin that my prince charming can't resist, all because SkinWhite has SYNCHROWHITE ACTION that works in FOUR ways all the time: 

• WHITENS the skin’s surface
• REDUCES formation of new dark pigments at its source
• NOURISHES skin with Vitamins
• PROTECTS skin against toxins and UV rays 

Click on the link below to know more about Synchrowhite Action from Kim Chiu:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LLDYWNS6abY  Watch the BEST KILIG BFF Story on how SkinWhite works!http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_yosHZ5MQo8&feature=relmfuKnow more about the SkinWhite products through clicking this link:http://www.skinwhite.com.ph/products.php

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So to be fair and rosy white just like Snow White, just use Skin White! =p