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"Crafty" 'cause it's deceiving. Who'd know there's a fascinating place of peculiar finds and catalogs along that narrow road in Quezon City? Lucky, curious ones. And "crafty" 'cause it's an arts and craft fair. Hihi.

The logotype gate.
Photo from 10a Alabama
Facebook page.
A friend and I tried to catch before it opened on the first day of the fair last July. Exhibit owners and salespeople were just starting to set up their wares and populate the place with quirky little decors and exotic trinkets from God knows where.

Met up with good friend Noreen Bautista, director at social venture Jacinto and Lirio bags, whose youthful passion, hard work and love for her country drove her to become among today's movers in the country's social entrepreneurship scene.

She appeared at the fair to showcase the latest product line of her company: Journals made of water lilies, the signature native material of Jacinto and Lirio creations. It's called "water lily leather," by the way, and that's legit. Needless to say, innovative and resourceful.

Inside the big house at 10a Alabama. Every space and corner has something curious to behold.
Noreen Bautista poses with Jacinto and Lirio journals.
Journals made of water lily leather.
Noreen's stall was among those other interesting sites at 10a Alabama. There were vintage items, handmade accessories, colorful prints, postmodern displays, lots of dust (literally), an outpouring of creativity, resourcefulness and rare talents.

What's amazing with crafted items is they're devoid of that commercial, industrial feel, miles away from the texture of China-made products we've grown so used to. Every item in this fair bears a stamp closer to our humanity, as if each has been borne from the heart. And well, people, that's what makes art.

An illustration on canvas sitting by the window.
Postcards, anyone? Each is one-of-a-kind.
Recycled notebooks, covered in anyone's favorite slice of pop culture. I'm the last person to be
fond of A Clockwork Orange though. Blech, no thanks.
It was the time of transition from Spanish rule to at least an impression of independence, and the Philippine state was slowly evolving to having its own identity. A war was ending, the flag was weaved, and patriotic hymn was composed.

Living room of the Agoncillos.
Given that context of the country's history, we entered a family's dwelling place in a small town in Batangas that may rival Vigan for its preservation of Spanish-era architecture and artifacts. The house where the family of the woman who weaved the Philippine flag, Marcela Agoncillo, lived perked our interests in the life of this minor historical figure and transported us to a time when the study of the liberal arts, musical instruments and foreign languages was staple if one was to become a discerning individual.

Marcela Agoncillo sew the Philippine flag with her daughters in Hong Kong where they
stayed for a time to accompany Felipe in his exile.
Portraits of the members of the Agoncillo house.
The master's bedroom and a dress worn by Marcela Agoncillo.
Most the books the Agoncillos read were the classics and serial textbooks on foreign languages.
Marcela's husband, lawyer and the first Filipino diplomat Felipe Agoncillo, carried out negotiations for the Treaty of Paris to be forged. Another foreign power, the Americans, came in and became the mother of the newborn, "freed" state.

But to add anachronism and fun to those scenes of history flashing before us through the material order and space of the residence, my friend took advantage of playing the age-old piano of an Agoncillo daughter and displaced a key in the attempt.

Watch those decaying keys!
Some of this blog's most popular posts are those on roundup of films shown or upcoming. Proves again how lists are the most eye-catching content produced online, just look at the success of Listverse and the immense popularity of publications' special list issues such as the Time 100, National Geographic's Best Photos or Forbes' Celebrity 100 (where J.Lo dethrones Oprah as top this year) and so on.

So it's July, halfway through the year. We haven't had a notable, save for maybe the overrated buster The Avengers and the morally mediocre The Hunger Games. Have I missed anything? Anyway, doesn't matter, here's a list of the next films to watch this year:

The Dark Knight Rises (July)


Photo by Ron Phillips – © (c) 2012 Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc. and Legendary Pictures Funding
So producers have successfully looped director Christopher Nolan into the Bruce Wayne franchise again after giving him a shot at a film where he could artistically call the shots. Inception wound up a surprising smash success, and in this stylistic (and box office) league is The Dark Knight Rises to hit the theaters this month.


The Magic of Belle Isle (independent | limited)



© 2012 - Magnolia Pictures 
The feel of this movie may remind one of The Bucket List or About Schmidt because of its self-finding storyline. Morgan Freeman stars as a wheeled ex-author who moves into a small town whose dwellers help him redefine and find again his love for his abandoned craft. Some previewers have commented though that its subtle, romantic undertones might be a potential turn-off. So watch and stick to the main plot.

The Well-Digger's Daughter (foreign release | original title: La Fille Du Puisatier)


Still of Daniel Auteuil and Astrid Bergès-Frisbey in The Well Digger's Daughter 
A French family drama set in World War II, The Well-Digger's Daughter (remade from Marcel Pagnol's 1940 version) demonstrates how a family braves life's tides together. This film has been released last year in Europe, but only now can worldwide audiences enjoy it in selected big screens. Lifted from the classic tale, expect this movie to remind you why French cinema has a refreshing charm in telling stories, exploring characters and moving audiences with its wisdom-driven plots.

Samsara (documentary | limited)


© 2012 - Oscilloscope Pictures 
Perhaps out of all the films listed in this post, this the one I'm most excited about. Samsara, which literally means "the eternal cycle of birth, suffering and death" in Sanskrit, covers five years, 25 countries, a kaleidoscope of color and culture in 7.1 surround sound and 70mm film. Sounds Greek to you? Just another way of saying that even if it doesn't make a lot of plot-driven sense, it's worth watching just for its attempt. But watch out for its (probable) new age / zen suggestions.

© 2012 - Oscilloscope Pictures 
A writer from Soundsite.org says, "Samsara is instantly one of the most visually-stunning films in the history of cinema is reason enough to cherish it, but Fricke and co-editor Mark Magidson achieve truly profound juxtapositions, brimming with meaning and emotion. It sounds preposterous, but it's true: In 99 minutes, Samsara achieves something approaching a comprehensive portrait of the totality of human experience. If you're even remotely fond of being alive, Samsara is not to be missed."

The Odd Life of Timothy Green (August)


Photo by Phil Bray – © Disney Enterprises, Inc. 
Sure, this will not be a critical favorite, but for its interesting plot line and, well, Jennifer Garner(!) paired with Darth Vader's half-brother--I mean, actor Joel Edgerton--it's worth your shot. "A childless couple bury a box in their backyard, containing all of their wishes for an infant. Soon, a child is born, though Timothy Green is not all that he appears." See how Owen Lars, I mean Mr. Edgerton, still sports that Tatooine costume in this screencap.

The Bourne Legacy (August)


© 2012 - Universal Pictures
New Bourne lead Jeremy Renner as Aaron Cross crosses life events adapted from Robert Ludlum's novels. Matched with a-listers Edward Norton and Rachel Weisz and filmed partially in the streets of Manila, The Bourne Legacy will surely be a hit, at least among those interested to see what Renner does wearing the big shoes of Jason Bourne main man Matt Damon.

The Words (September)


Photo by Jonathan Wenk – © 2012 - CBS Films
Bradley Cooper, whose popularity shot from TV-show Alias sub-star to in-demand leading man, stars as a struggling desperate writer who also shoots to immediate fame after the release of "his" novel. The work, however, was not written by him, and he lives under threat of being discovered a fraud. This should be a promising (though potentially complicated) drama that involves family, relationships, professional ethics and personal aspirations.

Hotel Translyvania (September)


© 2011 - Sony Pictures Animation
Adam Sandler lends his voice to Count Dracula, the owner of a mysterious resort staffed by quaint creatures lifted from classic horror lit. A boy discovers this remote area and falls in love with the Count's teen daughter voiced by Selena Gomez. By its plot alone, I feel this is another minor animated feature that won't even make waves nor buzz. But hey, it's family entertainment. We need more of such these days.

Middle of Nowhere (October | limited)


A still from Sundance entry Middle of Nowhere directed by Ava DuVernay.
So this is an indie, and it better be. By being such the grit and simplicity are retained without the commercially-driven compromises in its plot. A husband is sentenced behind bars for 8 years. His wife quits a potential medical career to look after him while incarcerated. It's not the ideal marriage, obviously, but the couple works their way to persevere, which leads to "a journey of self-discovery," the official summary says.
I have fifteen  five minutes to blog, okay? But I just hafta, hafta post this.

In some recent posts, I've harped on the value of reflection and alone-time in a rapid, highly social and digital world. Maybe this post doesn't digress from it, but spells it out more. Because many (no, all!) of us need a pause--a slow afternoon under the trees, perhaps? Or a couple of hours in the library buried in a Dickens classic? Or a post-breakfast morning listening to a symphony in one's own living room?



In the 2010 video embedded above "How To Be Alone," amateur filmmaker Andrea Dorfman visualizes Tanya Davis' poem on solitude. Thanks to a journalist friend who tweeted a link to the video, I learned that wanting to be alone to think, ponder on the world's nooks and crannies, and be more acquainted with our humanity is not "weird," in the black-wearing, cat-lover, broom-riding kind of way. In fact, culture is not just a "social construct" but refinement of spirit--rounded by society but developed individually.

Besides, the best creative ideas for work I've had aren't usually products of serial brainstorming sessions, but serendipitously borne from, for example, an afternoon jog uptown, when the breeze strikes one's face.
"It doesn't mean you're not connected, that community's not present, just take the perspective you get from being one person in one head and feel the effects of it. Take silence and respect it."

Photo by sparktography on Flickr. Under Creative Commons license. 
This blogger has written before how dining is a total experience 'cause it taps all five senses. Well, folks, I don't really know much about it, so I related it with Powerpoint presentations. (Hu da loser?) Now, observe some restaurateurs enhance that already rich experience by making us not only dine and wine to satisfaction but marvel at the ambiance as well.
My colleague Beth at Cafe Juanita, posing
for this camera.

My friends and I didn't need to look far for such as place, 'cause we found it right there, a few blocks away from ze work crib -- Cafe Juanita. It's relatively pricey (prepare around Php 450 pax), but heck, we were celebrating and rarely.

We tried five desserts and the house's best dishes such as the aligue (crab egg) pasta, which was so good that it made me forget the names of other delightful plates we ordered. At least I remembered they were delightful. Okay.

The place's interiors are visually overwhelming. Every corner is adorned with pieces and trinkets from different corners of the globe. Exotic, mismatched chandeliers hang above the diners while the walls are draped with contrasting textiles looking like they came from Baz Luhrmann's elaborate turn-of-the-century concept film sets. (Geez, of course I only have at most a pop culture reference, not a genuine histori-cultural one. Amateur indeed.)

The photos below could be better. I made them too warm. But if you accept an excuse, that was because I was enjoying the food too much that I didn't anymore care about camera settings and composition.


Cafe Juanita.
The cafe was eclectic and Bohemian through and through. It isn't some spot one person would just frequent for refuge and creative inspiration, but a place to enjoy with friends for conversation. The interiors are too loud and glam, but they do speak of a boho lifestyle characteristic of "marginalized and impoverished artists, writers, journalists, musicians, and actors in major European cities" (source) in the 19th century.

So note the paradoxes there: impoverished and glamorous, artistic but uninspiring? The term bohemian itself has taken on a wide meaning that span these contrasts, though it has always been used to describe a lack of convention. It is not, however, of a lack of order and principle.


There exists in its style and design a harmony of colors, a consistent identity, a hierarchy of space and shapes. Its beauty is non-conventional, but it doesn't cease to be beautiful. This is something observers have to consider. Many times people err in a narrow artistic view anachronistic in the modern age. Just look at the many opinions against the artistic value of Munch's The Scream. Sigh.


A heavily designed corner in Cafe Juanita.
Now I'm not saying truths and principles change over time lest I side with today's pathetic relativism. But culture changes, and cultural products have to be seen in their own context. We no longer wear the fashion trends of yesterday, for example, and we don't judge the value of wooden antiques based on the merits of Philippe Starck. It's also not a matter of taste and emotional messages.

So alright, I admit I've been distracted in this post--shifting from a restaurant review to an art lesson. Just to say I've been really affected by the Scream's recent fall from cultural grace to penny depth. #

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I've been trying to design a publication the whole day, and I recall over and over in my head what Picasso once said: "Inspiration exists when it finds you working."

Photo from Moillusions. Source: http://bit.ly/lZiM5z
Inspiration is at the very least an emotion that prepares one to create. Rocky emotions blended in artistic zeal have not only tainted otherwise bright palettes applied on canvas, but have driven artistic geniuses to go all loony that some took their own lives. No need to repeat the famous "Vincent" story.

Now, we don't want that here. First, I'm not an artistic genius. And, well, it's just another publication. And this post isn't about me:

One of the most inspiring stories on art I've ever heard is about the great Michelangelo, whom critics and scholars throughout history have judged to have had a dark and gloomy approach to his work on the Sistine Chapel.

After 400 years, the Vatican and art organizations started a sweeping campaign to sweep the Chapel and rid centuries-old soot off its ceilings and pillars. They discovered the maestro did use bright, lively colors for the world famous scenes, and not dismal and drab shades like people have come to believe for hundreds of years. (Read more about the historic Sistine restoration.)

They suddenly began saying Michelangelo did see the Gospel as carrying the messages of hope and faith and love. He saw in these scenes brightness and joy and exalted God for his creation. Oh what a contrast with how they judged his intentions before.


It is amazing what art tools can do. They can either create beauty emanating from inside, or they can lead someone to a foreboding demise. That is because too many times artists have let their emotions take the better of them. And so the fallacy of the century is to blame it all on art and the pressure to create, when the tricks are plain simple:
"Remember your first love—how much you enjoyed creating as a child. If you ever lose that sense of joy, you will need to reflect on why you lost that spark. Of course, the craft of expression takes much “dying to self” and much discipline." --Makoto Fujimura's letter to young artists
"Not all are called to be artists in the specific sense of the term. Yet, as Genesis has it, all men and women are entrusted with the task of crafting their own life: in a certain sense, they are to make of it a work of art, a masterpiece." --Pope John Paul II's Letter to Artists
 "Take your work seriously, take the business of your craft seriously, but don’t take yourself seriously. People who do are laughed at." --#The50 Things  Every Creative Should Know
It's actually spelled "Brasses-sion." With several musical accomplishments under each of their belts, the five-some from the Philippine Philharmonic Orchestra's brass section set themselves out one auspicious night to play in Ortigas where I happen to work. So I pitched the idea to ze editor and won my free coverage. Livin' la vida!

Brassession. All photos by Camille Diola. Please cite Creative Commons license for use.
Their concert served as a musical journey through time and genre with brass instruments, having a repertoire that ranged from Mozart's Eine Kleine Nacht Musik to Filipino classics like Manuel Velez/Levi Celerio's Sa Kabukiran and ragtime The Entertainer up till Broadway's Overture to Annie by Strouse and Charnin and Rodgers-Hammertsein's Edelweiss.

A young audience even with no musical background, much less exposure to the canons, burst into applause at the enchanting numbers and laughed at the right time at the quintet's antics. They cheered the performances and even demanded three encores. It was a night that cut across musical tastes.

Glober Calambro on 1st trumpet
Who says that kind of crowd could only endure listening to Gagas and Biebers and, well, the roster of American Idols?

Glober Calambro who joined the Orchestra in 2007 at the ripe old age of 24 played 1st trumpet while Bulakeño Edwin Matias on 2nd trumpet eased his veteran way through the concert. The youngest of them (and looked like it), Jay-Ar Mesa, played the French horn--an instrument where he is also principal at the Manila Symphony Orchestra. Alejandro Fernandez shone brighter than his trombone, while seasoned Benedicto dela Peret, Jr. was the most entertaining, giving more personality to the tuba than is inherent to it.

Since I've never seen a brass quintet play live before, I marveled at the idea of how individuals are called to very specific professions. For dela Peret, it was the tuba--an instrument he majored in college at the UP College of Music. Mesa, who's my age, was an Outstanding Student of the Year at our alma mater (I'm betting he got outstanding unos)  where he took up a bachelor's degree in--you guessed it--French Horn!

Heck, those of us who took up the practical arts tried not to heed veterans' warnings of a life of poverty. Then many of us still ended up pursuing more structured worlds, escaping from our genuine artistic interests for days of (relative material) plenty.

Brassesion's Alejandro Fernandez on trombone
But these musicians have dedicated themselves to a pure art form, and are absolutely happy with it, showing us that it's worth going after beauty. I remember having interviewed a struggling sculptor from Paete before who told me, "Masaya ang buhay ng artist. May gutom, pero masaya." And how many of us business sellouts can say that? #

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Now that The Lorax, a family flick with a go-green message, just hit the theaters, let's head north and see the greens of the uptown valleys of Baguio. But when we did, this is the green we saw.


Berkeley School along CM Recto St. doesn't look like the typical grade school with its (neo-?)deconstructivist angles and jagged form. An acquaintance mentioned it was designed by a entrant architect whose family owns the school.



The corridors and halls are open and they feel as if you're walking straight into The Grinch's locale or a Seussville building.


Just across is this erstwhile residence with a welcoming garden. Many areas in Baguio have interesting structures to boast, and I just showed you one street. Hope to be back there soon! #

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HAPPY EASTER, every one! Since I'm preparing for a more substantial blog post in a day or two, let me just share this video related with the post "A world that can't stop talking." In the embedded TED Talk below, sound expert Julian Treasure teaches us five ways to listen better, because we waste much of the 60 percent we spend listening in communication, he said.

The problems caused by a (non-physical) defect in listening can even lead to cultural and political conflict. One party doesn't just understand the pleas of another, and the other thinks it honorable to keep the barriers in place. There is then the agreement to disagree, which really doesn't solve anything.

Julian Treasure. Photo from TED.com
That is why Mr. Treasure urges us to genuinely listen starting in our everyday affairs, to give someone our full attention without our fingers getting busy with the mobile device. And well, my Gen-Y friends, that's hard, right?
But I believe that every human being needs to listen consciously in order to live fully -- connected in space and in time to the physical world around us, connected in understanding to each other, not to mention spiritually connected, because every spiritual path I know of has listening and contemplation at its heart. --Treasure
Sherry Turkle, a connectivity guru, agrees with Treasure on this. She identifies the main glitch in our wired relationships, and points out our habits as non-listeners to be a cause. "The feeling that ‘no one is listening to me’ make us want to spend time with machines that seem to care about us,” she said.

Turkle also believes it's the next generation "who will chart the path between isolation and connectivity." #
I'm blogging about this today, one with the rest of the cyber world because a film, 30 minutes long, has spurred me to do so. If you've been following this blog for some time now, you've probably noticed what's written on its sidebar:
The only way to really change society is through culture ... it's not through force, it's not through armies, it's not through politics (but) through freedom.
An Invisible Children volunteer. Photo from their Facebook page.
And this freedom is granted by education, and education starts with pieces of information transformed into ideas that inspire virtue and value within every individual. Elsewhere, in one of the dearest digital and community projects I got involved in, we wrote:
Cinema as a tool for change ...
To say that the American-produced video Kony 2012 (embedded below) is viral is an understatement. It has attracted over 80 million views over the last couple of weeks. With overwhelming media attention, it brought a local African issue--Uganda's hot criminal Joseph Kony--into the consciousness of the world. The Invisible Children, the cause behind the vid, has become immensely visible. That is PR success no matter how you see it.



The campaign's Lobby Day event. Photo from
their Facebook page.
When the world's eyes are at you, (the harshest) criticisms are inevitable. People picked at the cause's intentions, they investigated on their funds, they assessed their political agenda. They called it all sorts of names from US supremacy to a White Man's Burden type of propaganda. Some Ugandans felt they were treated as "pets" by the campaign. And sure, less discerning Gen-Yers went with it so easily, stopped at watching the video and liked their Facebook page, taking from it a feel-good sentiment for being somehow part of the cause.

At the same time, I think what Jason Russell and the Invisible Children have done is precisely to change the world through culture. Every sort of change, after all, draws in some scoffs and eyebrow-raising. Just observe how angry Facebook users get every time Zuckerburg and company flesh out new layout and features. But without such, Facebook has already ended up like Friendster instead of being the biggest internet entity in the whole wide world (and the world wide web).

But is the anti-Kony cause change for the better? Hard to objectively assess its political or social impact without going through a slew of academic studies. But we can readily give an answer to that by looking at individuals transformed by the sense of purpose, by thinking of others and by going beyond themselves:
The organisers of Invisible Children are young, they are passionate and unlike the millions who have sat at their desks like me and watched the film, they have got off their behinds and done something to change the world. And they have taught other charities a big lesson in awareness, and how to spread it. -- Alex Perrottet
It’s a sign that there are many people in the world who care deeply about the troubles of others, about righting wrongs, and about remedying injustices and improving the lot of others less fortunate than themselves. -- Nicole van Heerden
For me (and I believe many others), this suddenly lifts the restraints I’ve felt in supporting a ‘lost cause’, and suddenly, I feel determined in achieving a unified goal and assurance that success is achievable by my small showcase of support. --Lyndre
If you ask me, that is change through education, through freedom. It's the kind of change each one of us needs.

"The best you can offer a child is by letting them be independent and that (is by) providing education," Invisible Children Uganda director Jolly Okot said. #
Be it for work or quasi-work, traveling remains an uncomfortable task for nook nerds like me. But there's a lot to relish from the chore: the cozy company, the rare and glorious food, the Pinterest-worthy takes and the distinct experience undocumented by even the most brilliant books.

The Pasig City Museum is just across the Pasig Cathedral.
So this is my last travel post for this bunch after having traversed the country back and forth last February, and I'll end with something near. You know what they say when people desire to see places far and wide even when they haven't gone to their own backyard? I lived in Angono, Rizal for 14 years, and it's easily the most artistic town in the country. But it took me to live in Quezon City before I went to see what my hometown has to behold.

Now I dwell in Pasig, and I don't want to make the same mistake. So my friends and I set aside a day to explore, well, our own "backyard."

The Pasig River is perhaps the most popular attribute of the city. Albeit notorious, it played quite a role in history especially in its healthier days. Today, there's more to see in the city that the highly polluted river should be dropped off the list. The Cathedral is the first instinctive stop for many, and for obvious reasons. The church, after all, is that which history revolved around somehow, literally and figuratively.

Inside the Pasig Cathedral dedicated to the Immaculate Conception.
My friends Maycee and Kim paused before the image of St. Josemaria, (pictured on wall)
the saint of ordinary life, in the Cathedral.
We went around the Cathedral's grounds to look for the graves of the missionaries who started the faith in the town. Instead, we found a maze of a cemetery, with wall after wall of graves. We stopped at a corner when we realized it was where those who died in their childhood were buried.

Graves of infants and children. Some even passed away a few days after birth.
If Ronald were alive, he'd just be a year older than I am. His fate was to live for
just a few days. In many ways, he's fortunate. But the rest of us have to face our earthly mission with
a smile and a passionate love for life.
We challenged ourselves to look for the oldest recorded house in the city, and our amateur research brought us to this street where this Spanish-era type residence is located. Supposing it's some sort of a tourist spot or a museum, we knocked on its huge door and asked to be allowed in.

The owner looked at us puzzled. "This is a private house, you know!" But we couldn't be let down, this is a historical site, after all! So we just posed for photos in front of it while the resident watched our antics from the second floor.

Supposedly the oldest house in Pasig.
And then we went to a real museum. For a local historical museum, Pasig City's is relatively well-maintained and boasts of a valuable collection of artifacts. It also currently houses a painting exhibit on the life of Jose Rizal by local contemporary artists.

Former business tycoon and city major Don Fortunato Concepcion (he's fortunate, indeed) built the place, previously the Concepcion Mansion, in 1937 and then seized by the Japanese during the war and turned the house into a detention center. Please don't imagine blood and gore at this point. As a symbolic act, the triumphant Americans hoisted their flag atop its tower to mark the liberation day of Pasig on February 19, 1945.

 I'm probably boring you with all these details. Just to say that the museum is really old, and people died there, and so it's worth visiting!

The Pasig City Museum is an elderly mansion traditionally owned by the Concepcion Family who sold the property to the local government. It was then transformed into an educational site bearing pieces from the city's history.
As usual, the museum doesn't allow its guests to take photos inside. And c'mon, it's the 21st century!
Tourism is promoted best with photos. That's a nice lobby though, don't you think?
Done pretending we're really that cultured, we proceeded to Tiendesitas for lunch and dog-watching. The little critters, of course, were a bit smelly but they jumped around and wagged their tails upon meeting us, and who could resist?

Tiendesitas Food Village. Photo filed under Wikipedia Commons, CC BY-SA.
Off to dessert! We rode to social venture Briggy Hall for milk tea and chocolate. I still don't get the entire concept of the place even after reading about it on Inquirer, which says it's a community cafe and "not your ordinary food stop." But whatever it really is, as long as it's originally Filipino, it's worth checking out. #

Sisters Lira and Kim Cahucom enjoying their Moon Leaf tea at Briggy Hall.
Tasteful packaging design made some products at Briggy Hall look imported and prized. 
Graphic design can really make our local products, which are already of high quality, be globally
desired.
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~first lines of Charles Dickens' The Tale of Two Cities

Culture is to know the best that has been said and thought in the world.
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You are a fine person, Mr. Baggins ... but you are only quite a little fellow in a wide world after all!
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Don't laugh at a youth for his affectations; he is only trying on one face after another to find a face of his own.
~Logan P. Smith, essayist

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