Відео

attended the cebulitfest yesterday for the first time! finally met sskaitcomics, one of my fave artists in flesh. 🥹 it was a very wholesome experience for me. ❤

Mag lalakbay muna ko 😂😂 #jefflag

❤ Nice

Alfonso is Juan Miguel’s best friend and claims him as his soulmate. Ig they are both great

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This is so underrated!!

Eto talaga yong una kong narinig sa kanya

this was so fun !!

100 years preserve hinde kukupas 2 thumps up!

beautiful

beautiful

I love you ate Juanita! 😍😍😍

You are the greatest fear that i've ever conquered 🥺

Nakakailang balik na 'ko dito. 🤍 Hello 2022

Nindot

Is it for other woman? It's good

I love the Enunciation and Clarity! Perfect Ti Moune indeed in Cebu City Philippines and for Broadway 😍😍😍

Wala gihapon ani karon?

Nakaka proud sana lahat nang lalaki may ganitong talent

Go to broadway raki💕💕💕

Wow My Idol...

you're simply amazing!

A stranger in white In a car Going somewhere Going far How it must feel to go racing Wherever you please Flying as free as a bird With his tail in the breeze Even the fish in the sea Must be longing to fly Catching a glimpse of a stranger In white racing by Oh gods, oh gods Are you there? What can I do to get You to look down and give in? Oh gods, oh gods Hear my prayer I'm here in the field With my feet on the ground And my fate in the air Waiting for life to begin Ooh la, ooh la, ooh la, ooh la Ooh la, ooh la, ooh la, ooh la Mama's contented and Tonton Accepts what he gets Ooh la, ooh la, ooh la, ooh la Happy for tea in their cups And no holes in their nets Ooh la, ooh la, ooh la, ooh la Happy to have what they have And to stay where they are Ooh la, ooh la, ooh la, ooh la They never even look up At the sound of a car A stranger Racing down the beach Racing to places I was meant to reach My stranger One day you'll arrive The car will stop And in I'll hop And off we'll drive, we'll drive Oh gods, oh gods Please, be there Don't you remember Your little Ti Moune from the tree Wake up, look down Hear my prayer Don't single me out And then forget me Oh gods, oh gods Let me fly, oh, oh, oh Send me to places No one before me has been Ooh la, ooh la, ooh la You spared my life Show me why, oh, oh, oh You get me to rise Like a fish to the bait And tell me to wait Well, I'm waiting Waiting Waiting for life to begin One small girl, girl One small Waiting for life to begin One small girl One small girl

I met a man without a dollar to his name Who had no traits of any value but his smile I met a man who had no yearn or claim to fame Who was content to let life pass him for a while And I was sure that all I ever wanted Was a life like the movie stars led And he kissed me right here, and he said "I'll give you stars and the moon and a soul to guide you And a promise I'll never go I'll give you hope to bring out all the life inside you And the strength that will help you grow I'll give you truth and a future that's twenty times better Than any Hollywood plot." And I thought, "You know, I'd rather have a yacht." I met a man who lived his life out on the road Who left a wife and kids in Portland on a whim I met a man whose fire and passion always showed Who asked if I could spare a week to ride with him But I was sure that all I ever wanted Was a life that was scripted and planned And he said, "But you don't understand? " "I'll give you stars and the moon and the open highway And a river beneath your feet I'll give you day full of dreams if you travel my way And a summer you can't repeat I'll give you nights full of passion and days of adventure No strings, just warm summer rain." And I thought, "You know, I'd rather have champagne." I met a man who had a fortune in the bank Who had retired at age thirty, set for life I met a man and didn't know which stars to thank And then he asked one day if I would be his wife And I looked up, and all I could think of Was the life I had dreamt I would live And I said to him, "What will you give?" "I'll give you cars and a townhouse in Turtle Bay And a fur and a diamond ring And we'll be married in Spain on my yacht today And we'll honeymoon in Beijing And you'll meet stars at the parties I throw at my villas In nice and Paris in June." And I thought, "Okay." And I took a breath And I got my yacht And the years went by And it never changed And it never grew And I never dreamed And I woke one day And I looked around And I thought, "My God I'll never have the moon."

Grabe toh!!! Idol talaga..💪

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Hey, you familiar I think I met you before in Hohhot one of my friend that time is a Engineer in Inner Mongolia you were in the restaurant and you say you are the Foreign Engineer in Baogang. Yes, It's you. Your face also appear in one of the pizza restaurant in Baotou City.

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Rip Gino 🙏😭💔

Si gino 😢😢😢😢

Ang galing nilaaaa, sana allll

MISS UNIVERSE PLEASSEE JOIN

Wow

ALFONSOOOO MANALASTASSSS MORR VIDSSS

can I have the copy of this piece?

My inspiration ❤

its good

Ganda...

♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

Heartfelt!!!

naa paba'y ingon ani sa Cebu? Ganahan ko mo try taga talamban ra diay ko, ok ra pod ba kaha ug 120 words ra?

Omg . They went to cebu? Im 2years late!! 😭

I felt him.

Very nice 👏🏻😍

Such a beautiful voice

Ganahan ko maminaw og mga spoken word sa personal , info pls

( Im wheezing youre dressed up as frisk 😂 )

Plot Twist From Yuuta Takemoto of Honey and Clover: I’d been wondering all this time, whether there's any meaning to a failed love. Is something that will disappear, the same as something that never existed? We have a list of names but we’d rather not mention them. Let’s call them Teddy Bear, Ferris Wheel, December, Budapest, Wong Kar Wai, Café Mocha with Mint. This is no character assassination. Or a pity party like the ones on television. No insinuation. No accusation. No degradation. And no. This is not some form of ego-tripping masturbation. Just two people having certain declarations about… You, who did not love me back, On your 15th birthday, I gave you a teddy bear to keep you company during lonely nights. In return, you gave me fire like it was the last piece of warmth I am ever allowed to feel from you. I have learned to find beauty in the inches of my skin where you left scorch marks of your name. I was a blank canvass before I met you, and despite the days I spent trying to erase you from my body, I am now a walking piece of art. You, who did not love me back, I remember how afraid I used to be of overpass bridges, of tall buildings, how I cringe at the thought of riding a helicopter, but remember that day? When for the the first time, I rode a barrio fiesta Ferris wheel with you and, God, I didn’t know how wonderful it is to not be land-locked. You were the biggest fear I ever conquered; I’m not sorry to have wished to be conquered back. You, who did not love me back, I travelled hundreds of miles to a strange city so I could see you that one night in December. I promised I would be braver, to walk the unfamiliar streets like I have never feared the dark. But you had eyes that made it impossible for me to go through that night without grasping your hand, and praying you will never let go. P.S. I wish you well on your wedding day. You, who did not love me back, I imagine you now, sitting outside a coffee shop in Budapest, reading Susan Sontag or John Updike. You regular Peter. I imagine you just forgot about us mortals, us tattooed wrists. I imagine that our lives forked somewhere in the road, but you are somewhere. We survive telling ourselves you are somewhere. I no longer wish to be loved back, I just sometimes wish you were still here. You, who did not love me back, You made me listen to all your favorite songs, made me see all your favorite films. Chungking Express, 1994 by Wong Kar-Wai, I knew right then that you were something. That it wo9uld take great restraint to keep me from falling. But just as I drowned in the vast universe you welcomed me into, you decided to abandon me. I guess that’s how I learned how to swim. You, who did not love me back, I won’t forget those October nights. The damp taxi ride to your home, the warm bus trip on the way to mine. This is how I end things, I thought. Gave you CDs and a large cup of coffee. Check for the last time if you could see me. It’s funny, I still order your favorite: cafe mocha with mint. And it’s amazing how I get to point at each scar with a joke now. When you never were. You never are. But you are no longer my book/ and I’m no longer just your chapter./ I am more than just a plot twist,/ and you are not my main character./ Our story/ is over but mine still goes on. You, who did not love us back, Let me mend the cracks you have left me. Let me take the guilt off your shoulders. These are mine. Let me immerse in the quiet of your absence, I have never heard my own music this loudly. I am sorry. I never meant to assign you power you did not vie for. Never meant to make you the villain. Now I’m certain, we just happen to be in two different paths, meant to cross but not to last. Forgive me for planting grave marks where you left seeds. I was too angry to see the blooming flowers in the trail you left behind. I turned unwilling to unkind. I made distance just another word for cruel. Branded myself a fool for seeing paradise in a meadow. Called myself brave for basking in my sorrow. Called you a coward for refusing to jump. When the truth is this: we all have cliffs we need to leap from and I just wasn’t yours. I just wasn’t yours. But Teddy Bear, Ferris Wheel, December, Budapest, Wong Kar-Wai, Cafe Mocha with Mint: Look at all the love I have saved for another.

Strong stage presence. Good looks a plus

Muntik n cya ma gong ngaun da TAWAG NG TANGHALAN