Losing weight. If you’re not going to do it for yourself, then at least, for the love of god, do it for Zac Efron.
Z - Zac Efron
Zac Efron’s photos are up in Penshoppe stores. (how did that happen? how did he come here without me knowing?)
Joe Jonas arrived in the Phils today to endorse Bench and to go around for mall tours,I love him since 2007. never thought this would really happen,OMG OMG OMG
Ian Somerhalder…
This is reaaally too much! I was just thinking about the same thing minutes ago… :D
in honor of the next American Idol, Jessica Sanchez, here are some pics of us in DC with a bunch of our friends!! woo!
OMG. THIS.
He approached me one time at a university forum, he pulled me aside and said, “Nabasa ko yung sinulat mo sa diyaryo, Gang. Yung tungkol sa mga kaibigan mong namatay nung 2009. Ang babata nila! Naiyak ako. Namatayan ako ng anak nung 2003, alam mo ba? 18 lang siya.” Then he’d pull me to whoever he was talking to and would say, “Alam mo, marami siyang kaibigang namatay, mga bata pa rin, parang si ano…” I thought I’d be uncomfortable, but he said it with such ease that it didn’t make me feel awkward at all. Mario would say this proudly, as if he were boasting about us and our ability to (seemingly) survive grief.
Death was our steady topic every time we’d bump into each other in foras but because Mario was all about laughter this grief exchange transformed into a running joke between us. When we’d see each other he’d ask me, “O, sino pa buhay sa barangay ninyo?” Then I’d say, “Konti na lang, sir! Pero ako nandito pa, and I can see…. kayo rin buhay pa.” Then he’d laugh his trademark laugh. Then he’d go serious again and say, “Pero alam mo, nabasa ko yung sinulat mo sa dyaryo….” I wasn’t sure why we looped around like that. I wasn’t sure if I should’ve reminded him that he already told me that, but I ended up just letting him be. I would stand there not the least bit uneasy as Mario again would narrate to anyone within earshot that we were both, “namatayan ng mga minamahal…. na bata.” In 2011 I was heartbroken to hear that he lost another son.
I’m still in slight denial about Mario passing. Such an important man! An intelligent man. A funny man. A man who contributed. (and how!) A man I admired. A mentor from afar. It took me a few days before I could write about it. I heard it was quiet. I heard there was no fancy wake, save for family and those who were very close to him. I heard there will be memorials coming next week and the week after. I wish I had a chance to bump into him again. One more time! I want to thank him for giving me ‘a keen sense of how very very short life is’ – and how we should never die before our time.
Rest in Peace, Sir.
Mario Taguiwalo
1951-2012
