Category: Art & Review
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Book: Historical Atlas
I finally got around to perusing my digital copy of the Office of the President of the Philippines’ Historical Atlas of the Republic. Self-described as the first of its kind, the atlas traces the country’s geopolitical landscape through the years, from prehistory to the May Day Rebellion. Though I’ve only read bits and pieces (what I…
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quotes for the day(s)
I’ve been collecting so many words lately. My lettering and calligraphy can’t quite keep up. But even without asking, I just want to point out that this: and remember: anything divided by their equal will always become one. al v esben was made by a news anchor writing under a pseudonym. Here comes (some of)…
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entelechy /ɛnˈtɛləki/
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still an egg
Just in case you forgot. I am an egg. 1. seriously, i can’t 2. don’t feel like doing anything 3. ahh…I want to live a stable life. nope, never. 4. if you’re going to be late anyway, why don’t you stay back a year? 5. who cares about the weather, i don’t go out anyway…
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ArtFairPH 2016 (a photodump)
I went to the ArtFairPH last February to satisfy my ravenous appetite for art, good company and pretentious wine. I went first on a Friday night with C (and there’s a long story there involving traffic, impulsive life decisions, a potted plant, and a job interview), then on Saturday afternoon with my sis. I will say that…
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life’s overflowing
Love is happiness when your beloved is happy. There’s a twinkle in your eyes, it suffocates me — with warmth. You’re blushing. I’m blushing. I’m so incandescently happy for you. I’m also happy you exist. I have learned that you need not know someone to love them. But what I know of you I do…
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your hand fits in mine
I measure my love of a person by how well their hands fit with mine. It’s the color of trust, the brightness of my life and my future in the safety of your palm. I would close my eyes and listen to my heart as it beats to the sound of your footsteps. You lead…
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Poetry: lumingon ako
I feel like this is the kind of content I have to justify. I was riding the MRT on the way to ASMPH when I saw the quoted verse. I stopped breathing for maybe three hours, as you do when confronted with especially beautiful poetry. In elementary –and I’ve never told anyone this story, so no…
