January 2012
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Spaceout Kid: Noemi Lagman has been found.... →
zyllahminogue:
January 10, 2012 11:10PM Noemi Lagman UPDATE: Noemi Lagman has been found and she is now safe. Our deepest gratitude to all of you who helped us. For the final time regarding this issue, I hope you can click once more your likes, comments, and share buttons. Everyone deserves to…
YAHOO! NEWS: National Artist Abueva needs blood... →
culturalcenterphilippines:
By Thea Alberto-Masakayan | Yahoo! Southeast Asia Newsroom
Renowned sculptor Napoleon Abueva is in dire need of blood donations after suffering from bladder rupture, his daughter said Tuesday.
Abueva is the man behind the iconic Oblation replicas in UP Los Banos, Baguio, Tacloban, Miag-Ao and Mindanao. He was also the youngest National Artist awardee and...
holdonmagnolia:
Damn desire. I can’t stop staring. Starry and falling, I am forward-sinking and seeing more than something. Tracey Knapp, excerpt from Magnetia
December 2011
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2011 is almost over. Inbox me something you've...
How to donate, volunteer for Sendong victims →
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Iligan Bloggers Society. Meet at Rizal Park at 8AM on December 18, 2011. Look for Erika Cruz...
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PBBY Alcala Prize call for entries →
November 2011
10 posts
Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us, I am thinking of you. The room is turning slowly away from the moon.
This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.
La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross to reach you. For I...
I want the scissors to be sharp
and the table to be perfectly level
when you...
– Billy Collins, “Vade Mecum” (via tumbleword)
All summer I made friends with the creatures nearby —- they flowed through the fields and under the tent walls, or padded through the door, grinning through their many teeth, looking for seeds, suet, sugar; muttering and humming, opening the breadbox, happiest when there was milk and music. But once in the night I heard a sound outside the door, the canvas bulged slightly...
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August 2011
6 posts
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My husband is now my wife →
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Sitting there in my car the old thought came back to me: How was it possible for...
– - Charles Bukowski
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