to be continued~ ^^,

Saturday, February 13, 2010

For the People... By (insert government official's name here)

saw a handful of green banners tied to the foot bridges found along quezon avenue that had me scoffing at the text. the text reads as follows:

"Salamat po! Pangulong Gloria Arroyo sa FootBridge na ito."

personally, all of the foot bridges, waiting sheds and other structures utilized by the public at large are OWED to us. those are, after all, the tax payers' money at work! why should i thank GMA or any other public official for infrastructures that were paid for by the masses? it's not like they had a hand at the construction nor did pay for the build.

it just seems to me that government officials do good things simply for "pogi" points as opposed to working hard out of gratitude and respect for all the people who voted for and believed in them.

Saturday, August 01, 2009


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

don't be afraid to quote me.

Sunday, March 01, 2009

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



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

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Philippine International Cartoons, Comics and Animation (PICCA) Festival


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


Opening of Samahang Kartunista ng Pilipinas and Friends Exhibit

Opening of Competition Entries Exhibits

Start of Talks on Cartooning and Comics


Continuation of Talks on Cartooning and Comics

Cartoon Workshop for Children

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


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


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!

Friday, February 20, 2009

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

Monday, February 09, 2009

unravel me

pounding hearts
silken touches

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

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

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