Your eyes are stars, burning in the, shit, the firmament, and your lips are gentle waves that lick the sand, and I worship them
Neil Gaiman, American Gods (via s179-276sp)
(via fuckyeahamericangods)
November 9th, 2011
November 7th, 2011
Political Dynasty or Destiny?
A new feature in the website of the Philippine House of Representatives is the Online Roster of Philippine Legislators from 1907 to present. During its launching, Rep Jun Abaya of Cavite (Liberal Party) said that it could be used to study the history of political dynasties in the country. Indeed, the database shows that local politics in the past century were dominated by only few families. While it’s not unusual for a veteran candidate to emerge undefeated in the polls, it’s quite disturbing that the winner is always from the same family. Maybe it’s the application of Einstein’s Theory of Relativ(e)ity?
It can be argued that dynastic political families also exist in other democratic societies; but the Philippines has a negative experience with the political dominance of warlord families which prompted the delegates of the 1987 Constitutional Commission to insert an anti-political dynasty provision in the new Constitution. The pertinent provision refers to Article 2 – Declaration of Principles and State Policies, Section 26: The State shall guarantee equal access to opportunities for public service, and prohibit political dynasties as may be defined by law.
Congress has not yet passed a law which would define political dynasties. Of course there are good political dynasties; but a dynasty is a dynasty is a dynasty.
September 6th, 2011
I still believe in paradise, but now at least I know it is not some
place that you can look for because it is not where you go..
It’s how you feel for a moment in your life when you are a part
of something. And if you find that moment, it lasts forever.
“The Beach.”
August 30th, 2011
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
Pablo Neruda (via atomos)
(via travelthirst)
I have never known anyone who actually believed that I was enough. Until I met you. And then you made me believe it, too. So, unfortunately.. I need you. And you need me.
Love and Other Drugs (via 500daysofkissingmypillow)
August 26th, 2011
August 25th, 2011
A Call to Arms (Vox Populi)
This is a call to arms, gather soldiers
Time to go to war
This is a battle song, brothers and sisters
Time to go to war…
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.
(via travelthirst)
August 17th, 2011
The intellectual is constantly betrayed by his vanity. Godlike he blandly assumes that he can express everything in words whereas the things one loves, lives, and dies for are not, in the last analysis completely expressible in words.
Anne Morrow Lindbergh (via 500daysofkissingmypillow)
