To loyalists of the rap battle conference FlipTop, Skarm, or Philip Pacheco, is known for his lyrical flow and consistency. He’s also regarded as one of the best local freestylers in the English language today. But recently, the 27-year-old decided to conquer the music scene more than the underground. For this, he struggled to detach himself from his rap battle days and reintroduced Skarm as a musician.
Filipino-Spanish Ian Paradies left his job at one of the world’s largest port management companies in the country to pursue what he loves—beer.
The 34-year-old admits not knowing anything about making it, but shares with pride that he has years of drinking experience under his belt.
For his venture to work, Paradies searched high and low for a brewmaster with the right combination of knowledge and experience to make a reality of his vision.
Eventually, through mutual friends and a few email exchanges, he met Josh Kanter, the owner of the popular Proclamation Ale Co. in the United States.
With Paradies’ background in marketing and advertising and Kanter’s experience in running the award-winning brewery in Rhode Island, they started Engkanto Brewery.
Their goal? To introduce to the market a line of high-quality craft beers that fit the average Filipino’s palate and pocket.
In a deluge of apocalyptic movies and documentaries focused on the world’s environmental crisis, the French documentary Demain (Tomorrow) is a breath of fresh air.
So that’s how it feels.
You see the cliff, and the scenery that lies beyond it. You see the water with the bluest hue, and you are kissed, over and over again, by the cold sea breeze. You see birds flying around from a distance, and the sun oozes just a little bit of light to almost make you cry. Beautiful. So beautiful that you are reminded of God and the enormity of the universe. So beautiful that you suddenly feel humbled by the thought of how minuscule you are.
“Buhangin. Tubig. Alon. At pag-ibig.
Sagwan, sagwan, sagwan.
Ang lakas ng katawan.”
The lyrics are from Ang Bandang Shirley’s song “Karagatan” which is included in their latest album “Favorite.”
We had a sitdown with members of Ang Bandang Shirley days before the launch of their latest album Favorite at Blue Bay Walk in Pasig City. We asked Owel, Enzo, Selena, Ean, Joe, Zig and Kathy to share their favorite Favorite lyrics. From the most random to the most heartbreaking, here’s a peek of what you can expect from their 14-track album, devoid of music and context (for now).
The Wonderfruit Festival in Pattaya, Thailand, is the first lifestyle festival in Asia. Locals and foreign backpackers are usually what make up the crowd, with a few families also joining in on the fun. The best thing about Wonderfruit is that it offers something for everyone. You like hiphop with a twist of Scotland? They have Young Fathers in the line-up. Not into Thai food? Try Morimoto for some Japanese. Looking for something to entertain the kids? Sign them up for some Photography Walk. All these – the food, the music, and the workshops – are bind by sustainability and love for ecology.
It was my first time to attend last February this year, and the experience has been nothing but amazing. Wonderfruit is opening its gates again this December, and if you’re thinking of going, here are the basics:
Beyoncé has once again empowered her legion and shook the rest of the world with a simulating performance during the latest GRAMMY Awards. Nonetheless, as any other famous personality, the pregnant queen is not immune to criticism, drawing hateful comments that spring from the nature of her number.
“Was she trying to be the Virgin Mary? Does she really think she’s that famous to wear a headpiece made for the gods?”
Here’s a peek:
But what does the whole concept actually mean? Well check this.
It’s strangely a longer drive today going to work, because it’s supposed to be my vacation.
My watch says it’s just five minutes before 5 a.m., and here I am, already coursing through Governor Pascual Highway, alone, without breakfast, and cold.
I wouldn’t normally roll my windows down, but the atmosphere is tempting. Street lights are off, and headlights blur both drivers and passengers of every vehicle I see. I try to breathe in the relatively clean air, a luxury when you are tied to a depressing job that pays well. I wish I have more moments like this, where I don’t need to worry about getting stuck in traffic, or about picking up Rina and dropping her off to work first thing in the morning. She used to nag me for the crawl we need to endure in EDSA, for not filling up my gas tank before we meet, for the unreliable air-conditioning in my car. I look at the passenger seat, and there is no trace of Rina now. At all.