Time to wrap up this year. Here’s a dump of feels and words on my YL5 experience. A+, would recommend.
I love my body, I love my youth. Things change for the better, always.
dreaming the way your lips touched my lips in a kiss,
praying for all our dreams as they built what we wish
In the end, the Manila Intervarsity has always been envisioned as a tournament that would bridge the gap between older and younger generations. Whatever the case, I feel like we did accomplish that in many respects. There’s nothing like trial by fire and injustice to light the passion and keep it burning.
Figura Filipina – When you don’t have time to go to art exhibits, the art exhibits go to you.
Anong pag-ibig o pagpapakasakit?
Anong paglilingkod o pagtitiis?
Originally posted on Sauropod Vertebra Picture of the Week:
? Here’s a thing I put together to help my students understand the many branches of the internal iliac artery in humans. In the image above, we’re looking in superomedial view into the right half of the sacrum and pelvis. Bones are white, ligaments blue, the…
Another year of art, wine and life. A dump of my favorite picks.
I resolved to be more punctual this year. Good thing I didn’t set a deadline for this travel post. 🎀 it’s always the start of the rest of your life • http://wp.me/p28hEi-254 #HK2017 #travel #hk #fam . . . . . Music: Funk City by Reatch https://soundcloud.com/reatch Creative Commons — Attribution 3.0 Unported— CC BY…
No nifflers were harmed in the making of this post.
Originally posted on The Kaleidoscope of Pageantry:
Miss Universe 2016: National Costume Round Every country has a glorious past and stories untold, and to bring those untold stories in a glorified way is the task of the beauty queen when she is representing her country in the most accomplished platform of the world, the Miss…
silence speaks nothing — To be consumed by words until they come stumbling out, arranged and resonant, unwilling to bow to the closure of strict lips. What is that? Where is it– I’ve written copies, and rallies, and letters YET none of the words that reside in me have my heart, and I’m— Scared. SCARED…