Category Archives: Arts

Remembering Our Ate Guy

Nora, voice of a nation’s soul,

A golden star we all extol.

From silver screen to concert stage,

She captured hearts at every age.

With every role, a truth laid bare,

A mother’s pain, a lover’s care.

She dared to speak, she dared to sing,

A humble queen, a soaring wing.

Her legacy, both fierce and kind,

Lives on in every artist’s mind.

More than a name, she is a flame—

A beacon none can quite reclaim.

O Superstar, our guiding light,

You gave our silence voice and flight.

Forever proud, we speak your name.

$6 Million Artwork: Is It The Same Banana?

Ah, Maurizio Cattelan’s Comedian—the pinnacle of human achievement, where the humble banana transcends its destiny as a smoothie ingredient and becomes high art.

A banana duct-taped to a wall has once again proven that the art world operates on a different plane of reality. $6.24 million for a perishable fruit! At that price, I hope it comes with a lifetime supply of potassium and a guarantee that it won’t ripen before the auction paperwork is signed.

The artwork debuted in Miami in 2018. Is it the same banana?

But the real question isn’t why someone paid millions for it—it’s whether it’s the same banana. Are we witnessing the banana of 2019’s fame, preserved like some Dorian Gray of fruit? Or has it been replaced, secretly, like a museum’s centuries-old tapestry? If so, is this fraud? Or just… performance art?

Perhaps the duct tape is the true star, holding not just the banana but the fragile thread of our collective sanity together.

An Ode To Victory Liner’s Fake Trees

In Baguio’s terminal, behold the scene,

Synthetic trees and grass so green.

Victory Liner’s grand parade,

Of plastic pines in their charade.

The scent of pine, a fragrant myth,

Replaced by sprays, a faux-sylvan whiff.

Concrete jungle, now disguised,

In artificial woods comprised.

Oh, what a vision, grand and bold,

But nature’s beauty, it can’t hold.

A mural bright with artists’ flair,

Could capture Baguio’s essence there.

Stained windows soft, in pastel hue,

Would whisper tales of morning dew.

But no, we get this plastic cheer,

A farce of nature, never near.

Victory Liner, hats off to you,

For your green mirage in plastic view.

Next time, perhaps, a truer nod,

To Baguio’s soul and nature’s God.