Friday, April 29, 2011

Saturday, April 23, 2011

puerto princesa

during the un/holy week with Jm, Sherwin and Raph.


Thursday, April 21, 2011

lost and found

(with candice, joan and cherryl)

*photos taken by joan and john in Sagada Mt. province

Sunday, April 17, 2011

morning walk to where the fields are

come on, you blood suckers

we hopped from one conventional cemetery to another not so conventional cemetery with the help of the three musketeers we met by the church

echo valley and the hanging coffins of Sagada


Saturday, April 09, 2011

Ghostlike, Butoh by Russ Ligtas

from russ

For Liyo

When we broke from crawling

and considered walking,

you’d swum an ocean

and taken flight

When we fell trying,

you were grooming your wings

for your journey back

You see,

our wings

unlike yours,

are still seeds of wishes on our backs

They have not begun to grow

We are not ready for them

We have yet to earn their being

As you have switched from feet

and hands to fins and flukes to wings,

we have yet to straighten our legs

and stand as you have-

long before you even knew

you had to learn to

Where are you,

child of the sun

friend of the wind

lover of the earth

brother to the sea?

We have only your feathers-

delicate letters from your travels

in our calloused hands

carrying the scent of distant lands

you’ve surely conquered,

dazzled by the color of your soul,

enchanted by your taming touch

and swooned by the tickle

of your tongue

Come back

and radiate your warmth upon us

once again

for we have gone cold and dull

in your absence,

languid and bent

Every day

we stretch our necks

and search the sky

for you,

we look down and wait

for the shadow of your wings

to glide across the ground


creature of flight

of light

of delight

of lightness,

end this bobbing of hollow-eyed heads

and teach us, finally-

how to fly.


Thank you mpareh.


mission accomplished

way back in elementary, we were asked to collect postcards from different places around the country. paste it on a bond paper (creating 2d frames out of crayons) and pass it in a folder. i could still remember not passing the postcard of hundred islands as i am too curious of what the place really looks like.

now, here's my own version, through my camphone's lens , of the postcard worthy HUNDRED ISLANDS

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