the weekend of the new moon.

i wonder if last night was the first time you saw me after we last saw each other.
i wonder if you've been seeing me around but i just didn't see you and last night was the first time i did.
i wonder if we happened to literally bump into each other would you say hi or avoid me the way you did last night.

just so you know, i saw you last night. even if you tried to hide. even if you tried to avoid me.

i just pretended not to see you coz i knew you'd be uncomfortable.

i'm not mad at you. but i hope you had the courage to face me.


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I JUST GAVE BIRTH AGAIN :)

my triplets have arrived

Saying it in your head doesn't count.

"Maybe it was the champagne, the romantic music or the inspiring setting, but everyone at the wedding seemed to be drifting into an emotional haze. The Byronic air became more pronounced when the groom surprised his bride with an emotional video tribute celebrating their love and their union. And then I realized that I had not uttered the words "I love you" to anyone in two years. Two years - that's 24 months, 730 days, 17,520 hours and 1,051,200 minutes. Sure, I had fallen in and out of love with some men during that time but obviously, and frustratingly, none of those relationships ever evolved into a soul-edifying commitment..."

"While being single has its glorious moments - no fights to give you those damn unconcealable eye bags, no slutty women to fend off and no lies to digest - I guess at some point we all reach a dead end where being single is not such a party after all, and that the ultimate party is when there's someone else to share it with."

- Weddings and My (Love) Funerals
Celine Lopez, From Coffee to Cocktails

I'm 11 years, 5 months and counting.

Please stop the clock.

Adorable and sad.

Got this fwd, poor lil' things:

AT 120 DEGREES IN AUSTRALIA , IT WAS SO HOT FOR A WEEK THAT KOALAS WERE ASKING PEOPLE FOR WATER. IT’S NEVER BEEN SEEN BEFORE.

ONE WENT TO A HOUSE TO TRY TO HIDE FROM THE HEAT AND TO GET A BIT OF SHADE AND HERE’S WHAT HAPPENED WHEN THE OWNER GAVE HIM SOMETHING TO DRINK. IT’S REALLY CUTE.

Dumating ka na please...

Duda ang aking kasama, at sabay kami
sa aming pag-iisa
Meron akong, matagal nang hinahanap
at ang takot ko’y di sya mahagilap

Dumaan na ba sya? Diko lang napuna?
Ilang gabi pang laman ng isip?
Ilang araw pang magtatanong?

Kung sino? Nasan? Kailan ka ba
darating at ako ay sagipin
sa mundong malupit, at naiinip?
Sino? nasan? kailan ka ba?

Walang silbi sa akin ang gabi
di makatulog sa kahihintay sa'yo
Kung ika’y dumating, kailangang tanggapin
na baka di ka naman maging akin

Dumaan na ba sya? Diko lang napuna?
Ilang gabi pang laman ng isip?
Ilang araw pang magtatanong?

Kung sino? Nasan? Kailan ka ba
darating at ako ay sagipin
sa mundong malupit, at naiinip?
Sino? nasan? kailan ka ba?

Sino ka man dumating ka na please
Sino ka man dumating ka na please
Sino? nasan? kailan?

Dumaan na ba sya? Diko lang napuna?
Ilang gabi pang laman ng isip?
Ilang araw pang magtatanong?

Kung sino? Nasan? Kailan ka ba
darating at ako ay sagipin
sa mundong malupit, at naiinip?
Sino? nasan? kailan ka ba?

- Kailan Ka Ba? by Sugarfree

When a photographer is blinded by the bright lights…

“She wanted her life to be like a magazine spread, nothing out of place, everything perfect.”

*photos from nymag.com

MACHONG ART NG MGA MACHONG ARTIST

It's OUT.

The babies are in the nurseries, kids. They're ready for picking (grab, if you must) and listening to.

tee-hee ;P

Kenyo's new album, Maharlika, is now available in record stores NATIONWIDE :)

http://musikenyo.multiply.com

http://www.facebook.com/Musikenyo

http://www.myspace.com/musikenyo

http://twitter.com/MUSIKENYO

Sometimes, all we need are just SIGNS

so just say what you simply mean...

she couldn't have talked about my life any better...

That I would be good even if I did nothing
That I would be good even if I got the thumbs down
That I would be good if I got and stayed sick
That I would be good even if I gained ten pounds

That I would be fine even even if I went bankrupt
That I would be good if I lost my hair and my youth
That I would be great if I was no longer queen
That I would be grand if I was not all knowing

That I would be loved even when I numb myself
That I would be good even when I am overwhelmed
That I would be loved even when I was fuming
That I would be good even if I was clingy

That I would be good even if I lost sanity
That I would be good
Whether with or without you

- alanis morissette

traipsing.

resistance is futile. conformation is needed.
take it to heart. take it easy.
run, if you don't wanna be left behind.
but don't worry, you won't be alone.
ride it out, they say.
instinct still gets us into trouble anyway.
we're all cases.
we're all matured people.

just don't take me back there.
i need a break from that big rollercoaster.

nakakalula siya. at nakakasuka.


in the end,

ANG BAHALA NAMAN TALAGA AY SI BATMAN.

Ooh yeah...

Ooh Yeah - dancing headphones from beshart on Vimeo.

Adventures in Paper - an exhibit by Nice Buenaventura at Starbucks 6750

Make One Tama - Dialogues @ Starbucks 6750

This month, we have as Dialogues leads the team behind a very new campaign called OneTama. They advocate for daily positive action under the slogan actions speak loudest when shared. Their website is on www.onetama.com; where they have a community run calendar nominating positive but small actions that could spell a change in their immediate environment like crossing the street on the pedestrian lane or segregating garbage for that day.

Read a recent article on them in the Manila Bulletin.


As the OneTama action for the day, participants to the Dialogues @ Starbucks are encouraged to bring their own tumbler to the Dialogues if they intend to buy a drink.

EARTh HOUR 2009

VOTE EARTH

YOUR LIGHT SWITCH IS YOUR VOTE

This year, Earth Hour has been transformed into the world’s first global election, between Earth and global warming.

For the first time in history, people of all ages, nationalities, race and background have the opportunity to use their light switch as their vote – Switching off your lights is a vote for Earth, or leaving them on is a vote for global warming. WWF are urging the world to VOTE EARTH and reach the target of 1 billion votes, which will be presented to world leaders at the Global Climate Change Conference in Copenhagen 2009.

This meeting will determine official government policies to take action against global warming, which will replace the Kyoto Protocol. It is the chance for the people of the world to make their voice heard.

Earth Hour began in Sydney in 2007, when 2.2 million homes and businesses switched off their lights for one hour. In 2008 the message had grown into a global sustainability movement, with 50 million people switching off their lights. Global landmarks such as the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, Rome’s Colosseum, the Sydney Opera House and the Coca Cola billboard in Times Square all stood in darkness.

In 2009, Earth Hour is being taken to the next level, with the goal of 1 billion people switching off their lights as part of a global vote. Unlike any election in history, it is not about what country you’re from, but instead, what planet you’re from. VOTE EARTH is a global call to action for every individual, every business, and every community. A call to stand up and take control over the future of our planet. Over 74 countries and territories have pledged their support to VOTE EARTH during Earth Hour 2009, and this number is growing everyday.

We all have a vote, and every single vote counts. Together we can take control of the future of our planet, for future generations.

VOTE EARTH by simply switching off your lights for one hour, and join the world for Earth Hour.

a kiss goodbye

from now on, there'll always be cold summer nights...

*photo taken from his last blog entry in his multiply site.

there's hope for the flowers

i was browsing thru this filipino art site and came across this pic at this site.



it was a love professed for australia by @papernstitch.

i race back to my childhood memories of wanting a koala for a pet. as a kid, i was never a "teddy bear-girl", but koalas, pandas & polar bears were tops on my list. add to that a tiger. (now that's one for my 25...)

ultimately, seeing a koala bear in this situation gives me a heartache.

but what struck me in this this photo was the careful way the animal was treated at such a ghastly situation - like a child being comforted awaking from a bad dream.

and i suddenly remembered this:


everyday, i pass c-5 going to work and see this little glimmer of hope.

you see, if people didn't have a heart, that koala could've been left alone to die. knowing koalas, they have a tendency to be violent when disturbed so careful handling is needed for these ones. and the fireman carefully nursed it. he could've just snatched that koala immediately and bring it out of the woods AND THEN nurse it when they're already in the clearing. but he patiently took time.

and that tree... it could've been cut-off before that wall was made. under usual circumstances, people would cut branches like these thinking that it's no big thing. but this tree... whoever made that wall still allowed it to grow despite its being an "obstruction".

i hate to think that what the world is going through right now is all caused by our madness, our evil ways, our "irresponsibilities". though, somehow, it holds true. and in these most trying times, the "to-each-his-own-i-don't-care-me-first" attitude will definitely abound.

yet i see things like these, little acts of kindness. and my belief in the goodness of even just one person fires up my hope.

we'll all make it together. we just need to hang on tight.

something to be happy about no. 2

broken hearts.

although not a happy thing in general, there's something about people with broken hearts that bring them together and creates wonderful, beautiful things. i guess misery really loves company. but it does bring out the best friendships and best friends out of people.

this was what bound me and my friend together since last year. although we were close, we really didn't see much of each other until last year. and when our broken hearts bound us together, it tightened our friendship even more. we both sought new friendships, in her circle and in mine. we laughed together and we cried together. we were cheerleaders for each other and tried to keep each one up when hopes were down. we still do. and now we await bright futures together.

i just know that now, more than ever, i am assured that there will be at least one someone who'll help me pick up the pieces when i stumble and that i will all willingly be there for her when the same happens to her.

and i will be ever so glad to cheer her on if one day (i hope soon!) she finds that one true love, that one true happiness for her.

so cheers to us, my dear girl, C!

to happiest love lives and fabulous careers for us both!

love you always :)

i'm not denying

lately, i've been feeling the same way...

honestly.


*picture taken from http://postsecret.blogspot.com/

something to be happy about no. 1

crunchy, dried leaves.

i was walking along the sidewalk of EDSA going to Buendia when I noticed fallen dried leaves scattered along the pathway.

and, by instinct, i stepped on them one by one, waiting for that really crunchy crackling sound from each one of them, just like a kid.

yup, just like a kid.

i was amazed at how much i missed doing that.

dream thought

i didn't want to write anymore but i dreamt of you again last night.

we were going somewhere, a trip to the beach.

but you felt distant. it felt like you just went with me because i wanted you to come with me, not because you really wanted to go with me.

again, the feeling of uncertainty that i felt when i was seeing you before was evident in my dream. that uncertainty, that sadness.

and now i realize, was that how you felt that time, when we started seeing each other?

did you just go on seeing me because you saw that i wanted to be with you? to see you more? that i wanted you now?

did you just force yourself to go out with me because you didn't have the guts to say no to me that time?

was that it?



were there any feelings for me at all?


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anniversary of the beautiful moon

Sniffer,

Tonight, at 8, it'll be a year since we first saw each other again. As I recall what transpired that night, I melt into sad epiphanies.

How did it happen? How did it start? There wasn't even a goodbye.

But you were suddenly gone. Too soon gone.

***

As I anxiously waited for you to arrive that time, tonight, I will start purging myself of you and all the memories that went with the year that I thought was for us.

***

I cried for you for one whole year. I have never done that for a person in my whole lifetime.

But I allowed it. Because my heart felt much too deep of a pain from a love that was never given a chance.

Because I loved someone so deeply and was hurt.

Because I LOVED YOU THAT MUCH.

***

I hope that this will be the last time I write for you here. My heart has been so weary for too long. I need to sleep away this pain again and dream of a beautiful morning when I awake.

And when I open my eyes after that long slumber, I hope to wake up and smile at the face that will make me say "now, i love again."

***

People I know, places I go, make me feel tongue-tied
I can see how people look down, they're on the inside.
Here's where the story ends.
People I see, weary of me showing my good side.
I can see how people look down.
I'm on the outside.
Here's where the story ends.
Oh, here's where the story end.

It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore.
Oh, I never should have said, the books that you read
Were all I loved you for.
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes me wonder why.
And it's the memories of your shed that make me turn red.
Surprise, surprise, surprise...

Crazy I know, places I go
make me feel so tired.
I can see how people look down.
I'm on the outside.
Oh, here's where the story ends.
Oh, here's where the story ends.

It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore.
And who ever would've thought the books that you brought
Were all I loved you for.
Oh. the devil in me said, go down to the shed.
I know where I belong.
But the only thing I ever really wanted to say
was wrong, was wrong, was wrong...

It's that little souvenir of a colourful year
which makes me smile inside.
So I cynically, cynically say, the world is that way
Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise...

Here's where the story ends.
Oh, here's where the story ends...


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a hello. a goodbye. a hello.

something was born on your day.

i did it because i needed another reason for me to cry.

but i ended up realizing that what you did to me was really more painful because i didn't shed a single tear while it was being born.

i sent you messages greeting you on your birthday. twice. in two different ways.

but i never got a reply. as i expected, but not as i hoped.

and that's when i shed not just one tear.

i flooded my heart.

***

there's something about cleaning bedrooms that painfully soothes me.

it must be all the rearranging, de-cluttering and dumping of things that mean a lot despite it's triviality that gets to me.

i was sorting through all my stuff in my bedroom on the last day of that terrible year - which ones to keep, which ones to recycle and which ones to throw out.

all this while the songbird hummed in my ears.

then THE song was played.

again, whatever was in my heart - the happiness of finding you again, the joy of the thought that there was hope for us, the heartaches these brought (yes, even the happy moments we had has brought me pain lately), the confusion, the uncertainty, the pain of rejection - all came flowing out through my eyes.

and, finally, a truly painful thought stirred me. I needed to say goodbye. I had to say goodbye to you. along with all the souvenirs of the past year.

and i resolved to let it all out one last time just as i was about to say goodbye to the year that crushed and crippled me.

***
i awaited a new year knowing there will be new futures, new hopes and a chance to be reborn and be able to run wild and free again. be the glorious horse.

and i had to accept that there might be no more you in that new future... because God knows when our paths will cross again. and if there's a continuation to our story.

but you tried to find out about me and you probably didn't want me to know.

but i found out.

now i know i really mattered.

thank you.


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Dialogues at Starbucks Katipunan

ART IN SITE Magazine Launch

Why I was so stupid not to check my gmail I don't know.

But this just made my day!!!!

"Your very much-appreciated participation and contribution were chosen by a panel of judges and will grace the cover(s) of the magazine. Your magazine will be sold at the launch to kick off the start of our fund-raising drive to cover expenses of the magazine's publication and printing costs. The rest will be applied to the future Manila Center for the Arts."

WOOT! WOOT! WOOT!

PRESS RELEASE:

Art in Site Magazine to launch at the Ayala Museum

Contact: Catherine Young, managingeditor@artinsitemagazine.com

MANILA, Philippines – January 12, 2009.  On Saturday, January 17, Manila’s arts aficionados and patrons will be welcomed to a special reception at the Ayala Museum to announce the publication of the inaugural issue of Art in Site Magazine.  The quarterly publication will be produced in Manila and distributed in the Philippines and the U.S. It is envisioned to be a leading resource for, by and about Filipino artists filled with insightful and engaging articles relating to the arts in all its forms to incite a renaissance of sorts—a rekindled interest in local art, artists, and a renewed sense of pride to be Filipino.

Art in Site Magazine is not just another arts magazine. Its history and unique vision are as remarkable as the people behind its creation.  Patricia Laurel, editor of the magazine has the qualifications and pedigree:  great-grand niece of national hero Jose Rizal; educated in Germany and the United States; writing credentials with European Stars and Stripes and Associated Press in the United States.  Under Laurel’s leadership, Art in Site Magazine was conceived under the banner of a Cooperative for Artists in the Philippines and the U.S. as a way to connect a growing international community of artists of Filipino descent.

In every issue of Art in Site Magazine, a special article will be devoted to an update on the Cooperative’s ultimate goal — the establishment of the Manila Center for the Arts.  The Center will be a physical structure that can be the hub for artistic development, exhibition and study; a nurturing home for Filipino artists, arts educators, and students to convene. Patterned after the highly successful San Francisco Yerba Buena Center for the Arts, the plans include a Center School for young artists, state-of-the-art performance and exhibition spaces for small audiences, the provision of legal and practical services for the artistic community, and advocacy programs to increase government and private support of the arts in all of its forms.

“The idea to publish a culture and the arts magazine was the result of a number of rejections that I experienced as a writer,” says Laurel. “The first rejection was the sudden death of the first book in my trilogy of Young Adult Fiction. The book was first published in the Philippines. A few media appearances and talks, but it didn't pan out.”   Unhindered, Laurel continued to write.

The second rejection was the eye-opener:  Laurel had just finished her second book manuscript and was in a celebratory mood. She rushed to a nearby confectionery store in Honolulu to purchase and devour her favorite creamy, dark chocolate caramel squares. The courteous, young man behind the counter looked like a 'kababayan' and was asked if he was Filipino. The reply he gave was a resounding, "unfortunately." He realized what he said and apologized after seeing the reaction to his single remark.

The Cooperative for Artists, through Art in Site Magazine and eventually through the Manila Center for the Arts, will showcase and promote the Filipino's unique and brilliant artistic talent, our vast and distinct cultural heritage; to impart knowledge through culture and the arts to our youth; to interpret, entertain and invite dialogue and provide food for thought.  It will provide coverage and insightful treatment of Filipino artists and writers—in the Philippines and abroad— and an intelligent perspective on our own history distinct culture, and aspirations for the future. 

The design of the inaugural issue of Art in Site Magazine reflects its cooperative structure and approach.  An international “Design a Cover Project” attracted more than 1700 entries from Filipino artists around the world.  These entries will be on display at the launching reception on January 17.

darkbulb's PARALLEL UNIVERSE

6th Solo Exhibit by Nelz Yumul
Jan 17, 7pm, Pablo Gallery, Cubao Expo
check the invite here:
http://img116.imageshack.us/img116/9298/puinvite03finalweb3ly0.jpg

Parallel universe or alternative reality is a self-contained separate reality coexisting with one's own. A specific group of parallel universes is called a multiverse, although this term can also be used to describe the possible parallel universes that comprise physical reality. While the terms "parallel universe" and "alternative reality" are generally synonymous and can be used interchangeably in most cases, there is sometimes an additional connotation implied with the term "alternative reality" that implies that the reality is a variant of our own. The term "parallel universe" is more general, without any connotations implying a relationship (or lack thereof) with our own universe. A universe where the very laws of nature are different (for example, it has no relativistic limitations and the speed of light can be exceeded) would in general count as a parallel universe but not an alternative reality. - wikipedia