“You must have some vision for your life. Even if you don’t know the plan, you have to have a direction in which you choose to go. You want to be in the driver’s seat of your own life because if you are not, life will drive you.” — Oprah Winfrey
(Source: swiss-miss.com)
and this takes the #1 spot. LOL.
The 9 Most Badass Bible Verses
“…at its heart, this story is about love. For the hand of Micah, David went further than any man would have gone. Way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way further.”
oo nga naman.
Enrile’s favorite? Yes, it’s Lapid
Enrile said he picked Lapid’s speech as his favorite because it was “very simple.”
i need this at home.
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i’m having a heart attack.
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Ms. Sarah Meier-Albano just made me cry.
May my future children see the same, if not better, Palawan, that I love.
My Dearest Kaya,
I’m writing this in April of the year 2012, skin glowing from the kiss of the Palawan sun, head still rocking from the turbulence that jostled our tiny plane as we prepared to land back in Manila.
This is the return from a trip that was initially supposed to be about widening my perspective of the ins and outs of the pearl farming industry, but I have left the islands with oceans more than a crash course in oyster reproduction. I am inclined to tell you to become a marine biologist when you grow up because of this (it seems to be a fascinating and peaceful job), but because my story is more about understanding ones natural role and purpose on this planet than anything else, let me not tinker with what your path has in store for you in a manner other than providing you with information and open mindedness.
Just to reiterate, it is 2012, which means you are 6 and I am 30. The only beach I frequented enough when I was your age to consider “home” was the island of Boracay, and considering what my serene childhood haven has transformed into, perhaps that can be the basis and catalyst for you to understand why it is imperative for me to sanctify the here and now for Palawan.
She’s beautiful, my love.
Waters teeming with life in the complexity of forms, functions, and colors a thousand creative meetings could not conjure up. A thirty-minute snorkel lent me a glimpse into the lives of barracuda, squid, and needle fish – and a unique sighting of a lapu-lapu that I initially thought was growling at me, until I realized it was only bearing its teeth so the little dentist fish I finally spotted could clean them.
Nature, so simple to witness at work.
Hundreds of virtually untouched islands that lend us a glimpse into what the world might have looked like before it was seen by eyes of man - man whose hands found ways to use the land, failing to understand the repercussions of haste and waste. There are sides of mountains shaved of greenery, like a bald spot on a head otherwise full of hair. The orange-brown earth almost neon in its disruptiveness. This is the result of the slashing and burning of trees by villagers that are not in tune with the long-term side effects of a seemingly resourceful act.
The fish in tanks at Chinese restaurants? My love, do not eat them, for in order for these fish to look appetizing (sans hook marks or missing scales, which are brandings of natural rod and net fishing), they are drugged with cyanide, scooped out of the water in their incapacitated state, and hauled onto illegal Chinese fishing boats bobbing on the water in the black of night.
Nature, so unarmed to defend itself from violation.
—
Pearl of the Orient
The name was bestowed upon our nation by the West, which, considering the Perlas ng Silanganan inclusion in our national anthem, I would not have guessed. But there is much that the average Filipino does not know; that the pearl is our national gem, for example, or that the highly revered beauty that is the golden South Sea pearl – used by the Cartiers and Tiffanys of this world – is mostly produced in Philippine waters. Which means nearly anytime you see a perfectly round, large, lustrous, smooth, and distinctly gold pearl in jewelry shop windows along the high streets of Paris and New York, you can smile and say “ours”.
But the pride, my dear child, is not merely of the surface kind. Much like a tree trunk tells us a story with it’s rings of age, the nacre layers of the pearl are a time capsule of both beauty and travesty that our country goes through – altered by every earthquake, volcanic eruption, and typhoon. Each little gem holds the weight of a nation’s tale – boasting perfection, if it was a year of peace (or otherwise).
Which is why symbiosis between man and nature in Palawan is an artful balance, a beautiful dance of reciprocity that must be respected, and perfected with time. Currently, the Save Palawan Seas Foundation is educating communities on how to make a living without having to resort to dynamite fishing or scalping the terrain. When I visited, townsfolk were being taught recipes for various cashew products; polvoron, honey glazed nuts, or even wine and prunes from the cashew fruit. Organic farming, too, is one of the alternate sources of both income and food, which is a massive breakthrough in education for a community that has been swayed by advertising to believe that the canned food they cannot afford is actually healthy for their children. (This shocked me!) Thankfully, the result of eating organically farmed vegetables is beginning to take shape in these vicinities, where once stick thin youngsters with bloated bellies, are now visions of optimum health.
I hope you get the chance to visit the islands years from now with this letter in mind, and come back to me with a smile on your face. Not a Boracay smile, which is one of bars and resorts, camaraderie and loud music, and drinking til dawn — but a Palawan smile, which is smile of serenity and inner peace, understanding of nature, and alignment with the Universe.
I have attached many pictures to this letter. If you can dedicate your life to making sure the ones you take 20 years from now look just like mine, I promise you, it will be a life well lived.
I love you very much.
~Mama.
coolness :)
We did it! Class of 2011 ♥ Special thanks to Anne Painter for the Pantone Colors, Robby for the photo, and all the wonderful people behind this great idea! It made my graduation.
10.11.12 - Jumper
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I simply believe that Filipino Photographers are the best in the world. Pinoys are innately romantic therefore they can easily & beautifully translate romanticism into their photographs.
hmmm.
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Wonderful, Magical Animal of the Day: Researchers at Detroit Medical Centre say they managed to stop a patient’s life-threatening nosebleed by stuffing bacon up her nose.
“Cured salted pork crafted as a nasal tampon and packed within the nasal vaults successfully stopped nasal hemorrhage promptly, effectively, and without sequelae,” write the four authors of a paper published in the Annals of Otology, Rhinology and Laryngology.
The test subject, who suffers from a hereditary disorder called Glanzmann thrombasthenia, is prone to potentially lethal epistaxis — known to laymen as “nosebleeds.”
Though this unnamed woman is the first to have her condition successfully treated with strips of cured pork, the tradition dates back awhile. The researchers speculate that bacon tampons are no longer in common use due to concern over “bacterial and parasitic complications.”
Science!
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Wonderful, Magical Animal of the Day: Researchers at Detroit Medical Centre say they managed to stop a patient’s life-threatening nosebleed by stuffing bacon up her nose.
“Cured salted pork crafted as a nasal tampon and packed within the nasal vaults successfully stopped nasal hemorrhage promptly, effectively, and without sequelae,” write the four authors of a paper published in the Annals of Otology, Rhinology and Laryngology.
The test subject, who suffers from a hereditary disorder called Glanzmann thrombasthenia, is prone to potentially lethal epistaxis — known to laymen as “nosebleeds.”
Though this unnamed woman is the first to have her condition successfully treated with strips of cured pork, the tradition dates back awhile. The researchers speculate that bacon tampons are no longer in common use due to concern over “bacterial and parasitic complications.”
Science!
[guardian.]
i want this.
The Serenity t-shirt by Zag.
I Wish I Said Hello | mapping the city of missed connections
According to Wikipedia, a missed connection is an occurrence where two or more people are unable to exchange contact information or the information that is exchanged is lost. These missed connections are generally associated with romance, but they may also be business-related or otherwise. Through the use of publications and websites some people seek to reconnect with their missed connection.
We find there’s something poetic about this desperate hope for the reencounter, but also something very ironic about using the internet as the tool to achieve it. It turns out that in the era of social media, when we’re supposedly connected to anyone in the world, the network of missed connections is one of the most inefficient ones.
Our goal is not to be another platform for reconnection, rather than a celebration of everyday poetics, a physical mapping of a digital network, a commentary on the role of technology in human communication.
We try to encapsulate specific encounters into stickers. We combine parts of the original text with graphical elements that resonate with it. We use a common, universal style derived from public signage, as well as shapes and colors that imply the digital origin of the story. Once the illustrations are created, we place them at the exact location where that missed connection happened and we document it on the website.According to Wikipedia, a missed connection is an occurrence where two or more people are unable to exchange contact information or the information that is exchanged is lost. These missed connections are generally associated with romance, but they may also be business-related or otherwise. Through the use of publications and websites some people seek to reconnect with their missed connection.
We find there’s something poetic about this desperate hope for the reencounter, but also something very ironic about using the internet as the tool to achieve it. It turns out that in the era of social media, when we’re supposedly connected to anyone in the world, the network of missed connections is one of the most inefficient ones.
Our goal is not to be another platform for reconnection, rather than a celebration of everyday poetics, a physical mapping of a digital network, a commentary on the role of technology in human communication.
We try to encapsulate specific encounters into stickers. We combine parts of the original text with graphical elements that resonate with it. We use a common, universal style derived from public signage, as well as shapes and colors that imply the digital origin of the story. Once the illustrations are created, we place them at the exact location where that missed connection happened and we document it on the website.
