(UP System web emails to update your Zoom now, update before May 30, 2020) (my Zoom was updated two weeks ago, let me check if there are anymore updates).
Late breakfast will be… fried fish, leaves, rice, coffee, green smoothies : Good morning!
“a place in the world” for the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge:
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android-shot, a corner of the academic oval of the University of the Philippines which i consider home…
The terrifying gigantic stone sculpture of claws is widely considered the emblem of “terror teachers” in the University, who are known to drink their students’ blood with their nightly bloody Mary… …
i’m messing with you. This is one of the sculpture pieces on the vacant lot fronting the driveway of the Vargas Museum on the academic oval of the University…
#atm #atthemoment 2 hours ago
Clasps
#GoodMorning
” clasping the crag with crooked hands
concealed from the sun in cruel lands … “
A Place in the World (for the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge)
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android-shot at 8:00 am today at the academic oval… Casual runners and promenaders at the academic oval slowly stopped on their tracks — there was a slow pealing of the bells, they were playing our song. The Carillon — that’s the iconic belfry of the University — played the National Anthem at 8:00 on a sunny morning today — the way it does every morning — in melancholy adagio beat (they’re ancient bells, they cannot play it in the original martial tempo of Julian Felipé), with flats here and there because they lacked notes … still : in all its awkward, slow chiming, towards the second bar, somehow, people recognized the melody and, without any physical or legal compulsion, enforcement, requirement or order, stood solemnly: The lithe runner in neon shirt stretching his hamstring put down his leg to stand properly, two senior citizens placed their palms on the left-hand side of their chest, the tahó (sweet soy curd) vendor took a break from hawking, a mother and her children stopped taking pictures of the floating woman statue.
They even all faced the bell tower.
Lodi! (idol!). Heartwarming. Maybe there’s hope for this country.
(i faced east, arbitrarily : somewhere eastward, there’s probably a flag fluttering.)
Casual runners and promenaders at the academic oval slowly stopped on their tracks — there was a slow pealing of the bells, they were playing our song. The Carillon — that’s the iconic belfry of the University — 
played the National Anthem at 8:00 on a sunny morning today — the way it does every morning — in melancholy adagio beat (they’re ancient bells, they cannot play it in the original martial tempo of Julian Felipé), with flats here and there because they lacked notes … still : in all its awkward, slow chiming, towards the second bar, somehow, people recognized the melody and, without any physical or legal compulsion, enforcement, requirement or order, stood solemnly: The lithe runner in neon shirt stretching his hamstring put down his leg to stand properly, two senior citizens placed their palms on the left-hand side of their chest, the tahó (sweet soy curd) vendor took a break from hawking, a mother and her children stopped taking pictures of the floating woman statue. 
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