*ahem*

expletives
are a big part of my daily dietary allowance
along with
seething sarcasm and
joyous idiot-bashing

don't be afraid to quote me.
XD

in my mind's eye

it'll never be the same again.
finding you.. loving you...
had me running towards the point of no return.

i have no regrets
just a great sense of longing
will i ever be able to call you mine?

in my mind's eye
you're the one i'm lying next to
you're the one i'm holding onto

maybe some day
or in another life time
you'll be the one kissing me

...goodnight...

---

you know, it's not funny when things turn out this way...

Philippine International Cartoons, Comics and Animation (PICCA) Festival

REPOSTED FROM SIR HUGO'S BLOG

This is the first! A colorful ambitious event celebrating the arts of cartooning, comics creation, and animation. Four days of exhibits, competition, workshops, talks, caricature sessions, book launching, recognition awards, spiced up with music and dance.

When: October 15-18, 2009

Where: SM MegaMall Atrium, SM MegaMall Art Galleries, PowerBooks, Poveda

DAY ONE, October 15 Thursday

Morning

Opening of Samahang Kartunista ng Pilipinas and Friends Exhibit

Opening of Competition Entries Exhibits

Start of Talks on Cartooning and Comics

Afternoon

Continuation of Talks on Cartooning and Comics

Cartoon Workshop for Children

Launch of “One Hundred Years of Filipino Comics” coffee table book

Evening

Parangal sa mga Tagapaglikha ng Komiks

DAY TWO, October 16 Friday

Whole Day

Samahang Kartunista and Friends exhibit

Competition Entries exhibits

Caricature Sessions at the Atrium

Talks on Animation and Intellectual Property Rights

Screening of “Urduja: and other animation shorts

Evening

Awards and Culture Night

DAY THREE, October 17 Saturday

Whole Day

Trip to Tagaytay for foreign guests and Cartoon, Comics, and Animation VIPs and friends for a taste of Pinoy cuisine and holding of on-the-spot sketching and caricaturing

The exhibits at the SM Megamall continue

DAY FOUR, October 18 Sunday

KOMIKON More exhibits, comicbook launches, merchandizes

Last day of exhibits at SM Megamall

NOTE: More details to be announced soon. Please expect slight changes in the activities as the Festival days approach. Let us join hands!

and so i howl

can you not hear it?
the roaring from deep inside me
can you not feel it?
the melting fire glowing white beneath my skin

it consumes me
like a hungry lover lost for years
it moves me
unlike anything else i feel

it's as loud as thunder
and as bright as the sun
to you, however
it doesn't even come close to a hum

the misery of it drains the soul
sucks the life out of it till there's nothing more
but the foolish heart persists
so till now, its howls falls on deaf ears

unravel me

pounding hearts
breathless
silken touches
electric

eyes closed tight
a slave of passion
limbs yielding in its throes
dying, living, unsure of what to do

words are lost
voices ragged and torn
into my heart
fight for my soul

looming over me
drowning in lust
pain is nothing
crucified with your love

find me
love me
unravel me
all in a moment's reprieve

cranial flatulence.

the words that cut through the silence failed to give me comfort. rather, the words that suddenly broke through hurt more than a clenching fist around my heart.

but despite the pain ringing through me, the silence came back like a heavy blanket around a shivering child. it pounds and howls till nothing feels sane anymore.

my heart jumps, stops and palpitates like a cruel joke. just like a nightmare, i can't break its hold.

beyond the corners of my pathetic self, in that realm someone so crudely named reality, the mask is, thankfully, still in place. it doesn't fail and reveals nothing of the turbulent waters that are in between my ears.

ah. a voice. a small shrilling voice comes from a distance. it tries to pierce through with little success. funny how a "friend's" voice fails to deliver its message.

a cold sensation on my arm offers an odd sort of warmth. the false attempt to sympathize was brief and felt more and more like a slap.

i am a clown. a manatee in a school of mermaids.

laugh with the mask and mourn for the soul

it's a roller-coaster ride to-...

what's one to do when failure looms overhead? does one wait for it to come and wash him away or does one run in the opposite direction?

one is a funny person. one lived his life as best and as bad as he could. he's laughed his heart out and cried till his eyes were a little shy of jumping out of their sockets.

one has friends as well as enemies. hell, one has a bunch of frenemies. all in all, one has a relatively normal life.

right?

one's different from them and everyone else though. a type of different that goes beyond the typical uniqueness and individuality of a person. one caries another everywhere and whenever he walks.

another is with one always and forever, it seems. another is different, just like one but another is not seen by everyone.

another is one and one is one but one can never be another. only because everyone refuses to see one as another. a fact that causes worry and sadness to one and for another to be more defined in one's mind.

one is liked by many while another is ignored by everyone else. a void eats at one because of the distraught another feels. but another cannot be let out. they may hurt another and so one hides him.

will another ever see the light of day? will one persist or will one fade away?

when will another and one be together again?