Ofili said, …just a way to say something and nothing with a physical mark that is nothing except a start.

•January 17, 2009 • Leave a Comment

the bliss of sleep. it has been days now that i have watched the sky turn from dark to opaque white. and waking up to find that the day is almost over. watching again the sun walking away from the sky, like a bus leaving, a boat sailing away, a plane taking off to somewhere, going home or leaving. and standing left behind, watching with a bit of comfort, perhaps with some wistfulness, and some tiny regret, the plane’s taillight disappear into the sky, the sea erasing all traces of a boat sailing away. until there is only the smell of fumes lingering as the bus turns into the corner.

starting.attempting. waking. the end of another day it is traced by little activities of being here. conversations had, repeated a hundred times. and a thought nags, nothing was done today. and the sun sinks one more time…

tomorrow. tomorrow. it will be done. to try. waking. and be under the sun.

music: piece by piece. katie melua

mood: steadyeddieandabitbored


while the river grew

•January 8, 2009 • 1 Comment

Commemorating very early Jan. 4 with Cwom the Wowm at the B residence. In which a bottle or two was downed, the rain poured and poured, a blackout fell on the city, and the river grew fierce. Wherein also realizations were made (short of epiphanies), that mixed signals are unkind, spontaneity can be bad for the health, and nipping things in the bud can be the best relief.

To win that bottle.





Mood:  surprisingly happy

Music: You’ve got to give a little, take a little, and let your poor heart break a little. That’s the story of, that’s the glory of love.// You’ve got to laugh a little, cry a little, until the clouds roll by a little. That’s the story of, that’s the glory of love.// As long as there’s the two of us, we’ve got the world and all its charms. And when the world is through with us, we’ve got each other’s arms.// You’ve got to win a little, lose a little, yes, and always have the blues a little. That’s the story of, that’s the glory of love…

borrowed: The Star Thrower

•October 19, 2008 • 2 Comments

for the kiddies, born and yet to come, and to the one in you.

(Author unknown, but the inspiration is widely attributed to the writings of anthropologist Loren Eiseley)


One day, thousands of starfish had washed ashore along a beach that a man was walking upon.

As he looked down the beach, he saw a human figure moving like a dancer.

When he got closer, he saw that it was a little girl and she wasn’t dancing. Instead she was reaching down to the shore, picking up starfish and very gently throwing it into the ocean.

He called out, “Good morning! What are you doing?” The little girl paused, looked up and replied “Throwing starfish into the ocean so they won’t die.”

“Don’t bother, dear,” the man said, “There are too many starfish. It won’t make a difference.”

The little girl listened politely. Then she bent down, picked up another starfish and threw it into the sea, past the breaking waves.

She then looked up and the man, smiled and said, “Well, it made a difference for that one!”


The first one-woman show of artist Liza Flores opens with cocktails on October 27, 2008 at 1/of Gallery, Shops at Serendra, Global City.

Based on a popular environmental story, Liza created large and playful acrylic on archival paper art pieces (2 pcs at 30″x68″, 2 pcs at 38″x30″, and 1 pc at 62″x36″) – made even more whimsical by glow-in-the-dark starfish. These paintings are going to be part of CANVAS‘ trio of short ecofables, which will be published and launched as a single children’s book in February 2009.

borrowed from: http://lookingforjuan.blogspot.com/2008/10/star-thrower.htmlhttp://www.canvas.ph


mood: sighing happy

music: somewhere over the rainbow & what a wonderful world . Israel Kamakawiwo’ole


•September 9, 2008 • Leave a Comment

The moon engulfs everything like desire losing reason. There is a hunger tonight for blood and sinew. Flesh will be had. It will be caught, mistress. It will be caught. It is a promise.

We will gnaw until we break the bones dry. We will cut off the head and leave it for the wasps to feast on. We will squeeze the tiny heart and hear its last beat—the last note of a wayward song, made sublime by its final silence. We will allow a drop of blood to pay the earth for what once was. We will bury what is left deep among vanquished hopes. And then together walk the murderous chasm between then and now.

Shine on, sister moon, be with us. Taste this morsel. Let us offer you this token for your gift of forgetfulness. Let your opaque drug sooth. Then shine no more.

Find glee in the burnt feathers on your altar.

for Cawou, Oa and Lutzi. Of the Furies, kindly now, dearests, for even fowls have souls.

black and white

•August 23, 2008 • 1 Comment
Before the megatronpixelz there was the romance of black & white and the shades in between. life happened sharp and in grains.

salamat sa mga lolong mahilig magkodak. and lola Tinay, who went through countless instas in her 99 lifetimes. who saw the world, regarded age as a mindset, and taught us green leafy things in general and in principle are healthy. who never minded when clumsy broke her 35mm. she only demanded that we remember…and occassionally, recite poems.

Here’s to Velentine’s Day. One for the ole girl! http://www.magnumphotos.com/Archive/c.aspx?
music : somewhere over the rainbow . Israel Kamakawiwo’ole
mood : missing the old times

remembering Halong Bay.2

•July 20, 2008 • Leave a Comment


Ha long is translated as “when the dreagons descend into the sea.” Legend has it that back in the early founding days of the Viet people, foreigners came to invade their land. The Jade Emperor sent for the Mother Dragon and her flock of child dragons to help the people fight off the invaders…While the enemy vessels launched a great attack on the mainland, the dragons fought back descending in flocks from the sky. They spat pearls that changed into jade stone islands as they touched the water (forming the islets and the rock formations that dot the bay today). The islands linked together to form citadels that held back the enemy’s advance and smashed their vessels. After the battle was won, the dragons did not return to heaven and stayed on earth.

They say when you look hard enough into the emerald depts of the bay you may just see a flock of dragons flying underneath the boats.

Remembering Halong Bay 1. Vietnam

•July 18, 2008 • Leave a Comment

An islet on the bay with monkeys and what looked like Halong kalachuchis.


Spring-Watching Pavilion

A gentle spring evening arrives
airily, unclouded by worldly dust.

Three times the bell tolls echoes like a wave.
We see heaven upside down in sad puddles.

Love’s vast sea cannot be emptied.
And springs of grace flow easily everywhere.

Where is nirvana?
Nirvana is here, nine times out of ten.

 – Ho Xuan Huong*, Spring Essence: The Poetry of Ho Xuan Huong (Copper Canyon)


 As the sun sets in Halong Bay.


*was an aristocrat and a concubine (2nd wife) from late 18th century Vietnam.


music: Nasan Ka . Pupil

mood: trying to recall