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"Heartache" Studio Jam Session
ONE OK ROCK
RIP Gabriel García Márquez
Oh my:( this is a huge loss.
Fe del Mundo (1911–2011) was a Filipino pediatrician who was the first woman to be admitted to Harvard Medical School in 1936 — over ten years before the school officially began admitting women.
more than ear candy :)
Peter O’Toole (1932 - 2013)
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I finally visited the Miag-ao church, a UNESCO Heritage site. It is on the island of Panay, province of Iloilo, region of Western Visayas in the Philippines.
The church is 227 years old, built of lime stones. Filipinos under the Spanish colonial rule built it stone by stone and cast their cultural imprint on the church's facade: a coconut tree at the center flanked by papaya and guava trees.
a well-deserved rest after a week-long field work in biodiversity areas in Southern Leyte (September 2012)
Kung Hei Fat Choi! Gong Xi Fa Cai!
Sagada
"... a place which always had a hypnotic pull on me: a magnificent cave network shrouded by the mystique of hanging coffins and burial grounds; the prospect of mountain treks and river rafting just a stone’s throw from a town center, where the fullness of life ensues plainly, as if only, with the rising and the setting of the sun; no videoke or discordant voices to disrupt the nightime still, just the soothing murmur of a nightingale wind as though a lullaby of angels slightly overhead; a ritual of mountain coffee at dawn awash in an ambiance of almost spiritual tranquility; smoking cheap tobacco across the day underneath a perpetual mantle of fog and haze. It is nothing short of majestic: heaven and the stars within your reach, the world and its chaos beneath your feet. I have been there several times and still keep planning of going back, even imagine living there. But in all my fascination, I never fantasized meeting anybody special there. I guess in a place 4000 feet above sea level, any compulsion to look for a warm cuddle is easily surpassed by a more basic impulse to grab a thick blanket. ..."
(Thanks to G. Lubuguin for the excerpted text, and to Sam Javier for the photos of our memorable spelunking, trekking, "camping" adventure)
"And I now fear how things like these are often easily reduced into clandestine memories of clandestine moments from forever ago, how they suddenly dissipate into fragments of a half-remembered dream too vague to be told, too remote to be recovered or too obscured to mean anything." (from the blog Between Limbo and Byzantium by G. Lubuguin, 2013)
riding the tuktuk from airport to hotel
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2013, bring it on!
Christmas is just around the corner