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[sticky post] feet don't fail me now [Jul. 16th, 2013 | 11:40 pm]

days go by and still I think of you
days when I couldn't live my life without you
Days Go By - Dirty Vegas

Joseph Pascual is a portrait photographer by trade, a storyteller at heart, and extremely forgetful by nature.

He takes photos of days, nights, sunsets, and dawns with the people he loves. They come and go and sometimes, stay.

Otherjoseph is Joseph Pascual's attempt to remember everything and everyone.


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p2016/01-05; halfway through and halfway back [Jun. 30th, 2016 | 02:20 am]
[Music |Feels Right - Godwolf]

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we want to go back to where we belong
it isn"t quite where we came fromCollapse )
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4/30-5/3/2015; LaBoracay 2015 for Esquire Philippines [May. 2nd, 2016 | 02:11 am]
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The story is told almost mechanically: there were people here on these islands. Then the Spanish came, and then the Americans, and then the Japanese. The people weathered them all, and somewhere in time, these islands became the Philippines, and those people became Filipinos.

You've probably heard of our hospitality, because we've told you how world-famous it is. You'll ask about halo-halo, and kare-kare, and hope we don't ask you if you've tried balut. You will say you've never met warmer, friendlier, happier people, around the time we tell you how happy we are despite things. And you will talk about our resilience, because of how we survived Typhoon Haiyan.

Then, we will tell you, we call her Yolanda.

In a country like mine, names make up half the story, because we see stories change hands, but names do not change.

I have a story about a fiesta. It's named differently from the Sinulogs and Ati-Atihans. As for the story, one year has passed, and it has changed.

But names- and, remember this- photographs- do not.

The fiesta's name is LaBoracay.

Here is the story.Collapse )
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the best, the rest, and the last of 2015 [Jan. 1st, 2016 | 06:07 pm]
[Music |David Usher - Devil By My Side]

you opened me wide
’s cold in here and it’s warm outsideCollapse )
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9/21/2015; til morning at Alice's [Oct. 11th, 2015 | 09:38 pm]
[Music |Sun Don't Shine (Nadastrom Remix) ft. Jaymes Young - Klangkarussell]

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you have love in places I can't describe
I need you, it"s the sunriseCollapse )
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2015/06/26; green gardens [Oct. 1st, 2015 | 04:31 am]
Mikee lives in an old house on Molave Street. You won't find his house. It's one of those houses with little gates you pass by, thinking it can't possibly be the one your friend told you to go to. But we know where it is, and that little gate opens to a narrow, sloping, dark driveway, and you can enter through what once should have been the main door, or through the side where the kitchen still miraculously exists. It's the nature of cities that have gotten old without having grown up- people come and go, and it's the things they build and rebuild and cover and tear down that tell you something was there.

There was a garden once out on the front. In its place, three printing presses house machinery that spit out paper and the most curious staff that watch us warily when we arrive and leave, slip in and out, differently, always.

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When it's daytime, the light is beautiful. Only in Mikee's room though, the rest of the house flickers in this fluorescent-tinted green permanence the way those old houses do here. I love this house. I love the friends Mikee lets in. I love that sometimes, I am that friend.

Mikee now has a smaller garden, and without telling us I know he named them all. It collected one day, the way one day a hen can be collecting sticks, and the next day there's a dozen fucking eggs incubating. Some of them are dead now, but since plants don't have feelings I'm sure the funerals were unmemorable. Mikee is a very specific mother hen.

There are no weak children in this house. It's not a threat. It literally just happens.

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This house was- is, his family's. He's one of the last members who haven't immigrated to the States, the way so many friends, enemies, strangers, people do.

This house has been sold. And his garden grows, and so does the light.
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3/10/2015; Angkong's birthday [Jul. 6th, 2015 | 06:16 pm]

home, let me go home
home is wherever I"m with youCollapse )
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1/9/2015; bobby's [Jan. 21st, 2015 | 01:30 pm]

love and sex and loneliness
take what"s yours and leave the restCollapse )
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1/1/2015; Day One [Jan. 2nd, 2015 | 11:18 pm]
[Music |Devotion - Jessie Ware]

let them talk 'cause we're
dancing in a world aloneCollapse )
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nights and mornings of 2014 [Dec. 31st, 2014 | 11:41 pm]

when we go crashing down, we come back every timeCollapse )
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