Here, There, & Everywhere

Dance like no one's watching, sing like no ones listening. Learn to dance under the rain without an umbrella. Re-learn the art of falling down and scraping your knees. Protect yourself, wear a helmet. A sequel to how I lost my phone to a trust funded kid . And the things I learned after 2 months without a smartphone.  ∆∆∆ Dramatic and superficial as it may sound, when I lost my phone, I was upset of the fact that  I wouldn't be connected to the world anymore. Losing my iPhone was like losing part of my life. More than its physical entity, I got sad because of the sentimental values it had. The memories it held and stored, all gone just like that. And because I was superficial like that, after 2 weeks of having my phone stolen, I found myself in an Apple store purchasing another iPhone with what's left of my life savings. It did not bother me at all that I would be spending so much for a phone so long as I have one; the phone-less days were killing me. I was so attac...

Just quarter an hour away from the noisy and polluted Manila, up the mountains of Antipolo Rizal is a quaint white house that shelters art of all sorts. I first heard about this museum when I saw photos from my friends during their visits and I told myself that I had to go there when I go back Manila. It took me months before I finally decided to go. Pinto Art Museum is no ordinary museum, first of all, it used to be a house- well actually it still is a house and some parts of it is not open to the public; second is, most of the art there are part of the personal collection of the owner, whom I heard is a doctor- thank you Manong for the information. What I like about Pinto is that its galleries can be found in the different parts of the vicinity, they are situated in a way that you would have to walk out in the garden, that also have several sculptures all over. The ambiance of the whole place just made want to live there and be connected to my inner Picasso and Mozart. Now, if onl...