Yvette, myself, and Harrison Ford -- I mean, Butch Dalisay -- at Bencab's house.
At Vocas with Rica and Tara. Our smiles are either due to the warm glow of friendship, or the warm glow of having eaten excellent putanesca. Possibly both.
If a picture is worth a thousand words, then Ian's post is worth more than 136,000 words, which makes it the equivalent of about four novels, more or less.
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