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About: Clarice Miao Miao from Ateneo de Manila University.
Skirting the streets for a little bit more freedom from the suburbs.

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“Cowboy and Cars, Badlands”, Annie Griffiths.

“Cowboy and Cars, Badlands”, Annie Griffiths.

(Source: National Geographic)

So you think you don’t have anything in common with Jose Rizal? This is a page from the back of one of his notebooks during college, a haven for students who try to keep themselves entertained during a dull class. Lecture from my History professor, Sir Lozada.

So you think you don’t have anything in common with Jose Rizal? This is a page from the back of one of his notebooks during college, a haven for students who try to keep themselves entertained during a dull class.

Lecture from my History professor, Sir Lozada.

Just saving it here for reference. If I was born in the age of pinup posters, I would have these women of fine character up on my wall (for diff. reasons): Patricia Evangelista, Nicole Curato, Kiko Mizuhara. 

**list to be continued.

“Great things are done when men and mountains meet. -William Blake” —(via shelter-co)
arbietayetchickels: Oh Mr. Sun… Sun, Mr. Golden Sun, please shine down on me. Photo Taken at Mt. Pulag, Kabayan, Benguet.  Now preparing my body and my wallet. 

arbietayetchickels:

Oh Mr. Sun… Sun, Mr. Golden Sun, please shine down on me.

Photo Taken at Mt. Pulag, Kabayan, Benguet.

 Now preparing my body and my wallet. 

From my Cambodian friend, for two weeks of friendship. March 2013-ASEAN in Today’s World.

From my Cambodian friend, for two weeks of friendship. March 2013-ASEAN in Today’s World.

Mens sana in corpore sano (a healthy mind in a healthy body): my mantra this summer. Jose Rizal’s self-portrait in an art class. This was after he had worked out a bit in high school, years after almost not being admitted into the grade school Ateneo Municipal because of his puny build. Notice how he really had to draw himself topless. 

Mens sana in corpore sano (a healthy mind in a healthy body): my mantra this summer.

Jose Rizal’s self-portrait in an art class. This was after he had worked out a bit in high school, years after almost not being admitted into the grade school Ateneo Municipal because of his puny build. Notice how he really had to draw himself topless. 

23 April 2013. Seeing her off for the last time was too surreal, I needed to take this to confirm.

23 April 2013. Seeing her off for the last time was too surreal, I needed to take this to confirm.

“I still listen sometimes. I like some songs. But I don’t listen so carefully, and I don’t memorize all the lyrics anymore. They don’t move me like they used to.”
“How come?”
“How come?”
“Yeah, how come? Tell me.”
“Maybe it’s because after all this time I think that really good songs - or really good anything - they’re hard to find,” I said. “Like if you listen to the radio for a whole hour, there’s maybe one decent song. The rest is mass-produced garbage. But back then I never thought about it, and it was great just listening. Didn’t matter what it was. I was a kid. I was in love. And when you’re a kid you can relate to anything, even if it’s silly. Am I making sense to you?” —Haruki Murakami - Dance Dance Dance (via murakamistuff)

For Papa: Leaving, Waiting, Forgetting

As I have.

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