from then on..

its freaking cold here.. sedated by the rain tapping outside the cafeteria.. D Sound is on my earphone.. "People are people"... it brings me nostalgia.. my heart pounds for the past days when i just simply walking around with a smile plastered on my face. i miss it..

im excited for the upcomming exhibit..
russ did inform me about it.
its going to be in October.. just few days from now..
i was ecstatic receiving the details:

Hello, people.

I'm informing you of "Kaba-kaba Ba Ka?", one of Cebu's first exhibits by queer people about queer issues. Together, writers and visual artists are collaborating to create a show that tells stories from queer life, celebrating the human spirit.

The show opens at Kahayag Cafe (Mabolo) - with phenomenal support from Gina - on October 26, 2005 (Wednesday), which is ripe timing, considering that there will be a conference on gay studies held in Cebu City from October 20 - 23, hosted by the ILGA (International Lesbian and Gay Association). For more information on that event please access these sites:

http://www.ilga.org/asia/
http://pinoypride.yehey.com/ilga-asia_regional_conference

I also heard from an events organizer/friend that in December, Ayala Cinema 1 will host a play from Bacolod entitled "Closets", which is all about gay people. We've yet to see if Ayala really pushes through with it.

This week is already being spent looking for sponsors, added participants, and designing drafts for the poster. If you are interested in joining, sponsoring, or helping out in any way, please attend our next meeting:

Friday, September 30, 6:30PM, at Bigbucks Cafe (Bigfoot Center, Ramos)

RSVP


It's about time we did something like this.

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life's crumpling nowadays..
got a hectic sked for major plates, book reviews and lots of paper stuffs.
the worst thing is that i don't have enough resources.. damn!
im just glad my instinct tides me by..
somehow, i could just cope along.

ripple

i painted my path with waves..
im off to create impact!

tip

this is how i perceive things now:

• living with "ideals" sucks compare to living with significance.
• this how the world goes: the more you push, the more it breaks (arahan, korean film).
• instead of being an attention seeker, i'll do whatever things on my own, and let them be attentive.. =)
• i'll respect second chances now, and i'll never walk-out without a second thought..
• life is too short, and i realized it long before. so i'll do whatever i want: *have a boyfriend ("a legal one") * do miracles out of my usual repetative swirling moments *learn, perform and share talent *sip out animosity in my heart *breath as if this will be my last *live, live, live! ... above all things, i must love and be loved.
• i'm still divine

the thing that i detest

is when somebody hurts me so much..

it bleeds me to know that someone i loved betrays me..

i'm broken..

.......

still in the process of putting things back together

still recuperating

.. im on my way to recovery though

soon

i'm freakn proud

www.tunogmymp.com

i still have the hangover seeing and hearing them live at AzCo (SWU)
they are understatedly great..
kalma ra kau.. to think they came from the south..

every song creates upheaval from the crowd, more claps and scream compare to PGMA's
recent SONA.. and juris alcantara's voice is heartwarming.. i feel the tingles creeping through my veins. just like a delectable pastry,i nibble each note, thats how wonderful her voice is..

mymp rocks!

subtle

this pic from subtle, a european based men's apparel company that
caters most for metrosexual clientele..
i wonder if there is such thing as cebuano counterpart..

but hey, i guess there is! its in Ayala, its brandname called
SIMON.. my eyes were plastered in their stall everytime i passed.
but it seems they dont have website yet.. im so interrested knowing the owner =) lol!
their stall is minimal and ergonomic.. the stuffs, eye watering! the price, well...
and i just cant help but swoon on their +/- sign, which i
interpret as bisexuality.. pretty cool!

it's been my fancy to create a ready-to-wear shirts and lowers for men.
but it seems i am hooked for women's accesories.. yayks!
nevertheless,
i sketch few of my design in my pad.
it just ends up an idea for my upcomming shirts..
il be heading towards downtown (carbon =) ) this afternoon to buy plain shirts.
im dying to grab plain black, gray and pink tees just for Php 70 a piece!
i really find it cool to have my convenient size which is size 20..

www.manchic.com

letters from the closet

"the choices we have is not wether to be gay or straight.
for the majority of gay people,
we are God who made us to be.

the real choice is between denial and embracing who we are.

the real choice is between living
life in the shadows of walking proudly in the light.

the real choice is between
a slow death and an honest life."

-adam bouvier

miniscule

there's this moment
of sullen darkness
black leaves
against black skies,
black tears from black eyes.
there's this coldness
that seep through me
of dead longing
such of a once lush
withered tree.

and there goes your presence
traveling through a distance
carrying with you
the drops of rain
that drowns my heart.
how could i be in anguished?
how could i be in chain?
how could i be coated with hope
from endless mires?

you step along on a wet pavement.
murky waters splashed by your heavy soles.
have you ever feel me melting?
have you ever feel me dying?
then, the river of yearning
that hopes
that wishes
to intertwine us together
keep flowing,
and never again
be silenced by a hush.

and by that moment
i seep myself unto the ground.
let all that bleeds within me
be absorbed by the harsh land.
it was in that instance,
in that very moment.
when you think of me
as if,
im just a grain of sand.

if you forget me

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine

-Pablo Neruda

17:45

its been a rainy day.
the campus is filled with students taking refuge under tambayan's shelter.
some were chatting, lots gone into a deep oblivion,
while here i am, pleading to the rain to wash off my deep sadness.

it seems everything turns into fog..
so blurred and so murky.
i sipped a hot choco with russ eating something while chai taking coffee by the steps
i took two brownies in the canteen in a five fingers discount manner
still i hunger for something i can't grasp
i just feel so sad..
and i badly miss nikko.

i saw him earlier..
walking by the alley.
having fast paced step, drench and gone by the corner..
my eyes darting on the same point
i wish i could run myself dry
search for him
and be closer to him..
yet my feet plastered to where i am sitting.
to a place i feel secure yet
to a place of being uncertain..
"what if.." starts to haunts me
and it bleeds me not to see him again that day on..

17:45
dusk is comming
from translucent to opaque tones
everything pass me by..
the colors
the smell
the people
but not the feeling.

minutes gone to hours
we seclude ourselves at e-bay
their coffee sucks compare to bo's
i even sip it without cream and sugar..
completely black
completely dark

and so am i..

powerless

sitting by the balcony..
nibbling my last papaya slice..

i just felt, i got no more power to write..

patzz

patzz!

blood of artistry runs through her veins..
such passion
such love

writer,
web master,
thespian,
visual artist,
immortal..

never underestimate the power of her thinking..

(patzz, rock on!)

made in brazil 

dylanricci 

dylanricci 

dylanricci 

dylanricci 

darth

i got still hangover with the 3rd Episode of Star Wars:
The Revenge of the Sith

josh wald

he once became manchic's face of the week...

www.manchic.blogspot.com

yohji 

Yamamoto

yohji yamamoto

McQueen

www.alexandermcqueen.com

kate moss for Alexander McQueen

crazy bag by john galliano

visual overload

i got a class with PJ aranador at FAME,
he talks and mumbles everything from fashion trends to fashion forecasting..
the difference between art and design and all..
we even watch a flash presentation of the fashion highlights from year 2000 to 2005..
my eyes seems to explode due to visual overload..

my fellow classmates were from different design companies all over Cebu, some of them were the prime designers, apprentice, sample makers and even company owners such as "Genia", "Satria" and the likes..
making me the only "still student" who have no experience in the design matrix..
well, it gives me the feeling of being a sponge---absorbing whatever new lesson to learn.

our one and a half day intensive class end up with a task: to make a concept board.
we have to make a specific silhouette, that totally bask our design products, and be able to portrait a clear theme or atmosphere for product endorsement.
i really find it cool..

we discuss among ourselves our finished concept boards and receive constructive criticism from the panel of designers..

PJ select the best concept boards and im so amazed that im one of his few picks..

well..


=) such luck!
lol!
but really, i guess i have to turn this spark of creativity within me
into flame..

art beyond lust!

got to visit this web page!
<www.dylanricci.com>
wonderfully crafted photography..
for nude portrait and all..
art beyond lust..

"Apart from being oh-so-nice to look at, Dylan's pictures are infused with an emotional intensity, that is real, and pure. The images draw you in tenderly and comfortably and you can stare at them forever. They beautifully articulate the male form without embellishment or distraction. These are the nude pictures you'd hang in your main hall which your granny would approve of, and subsequently drool at.
Dylan was very fun to correspond with and we appreciate his taking his precious time out in answering all our questions at length."

from: < www.queerclick.com>

veruschka

www.veraleigh.blogspot.com

one of my friend..
a true one, i must say..
i find her beyond compare..

dramatist,
dancer in the dark,
poet..

deep
and raging..
always a flowing current..
ecstatic
yet mysterious.

i suppose..

a blabber mouth as she is..
though
her mind speak fast than her tongue,
her pen always kiss the parchment,
and she always wonder..

a hopeless case
yet a dreamer..

crimson light inundated her soul.

..and that keeps her moving

tabok sa dalan

photo courtesy from:
www.veraleigh.blogspot.com

bantawan..
tabok sa dalan..
primero dos..
UP masscom..
cinematography..
filmfest..
hail to the 2nd batch..

a new cobblestone for cebuano ingenuity..

come on!

*we're in our 6th session
(Bright Academy SummerArtWorkshop)

*im still surviving =)

*I choose to LIVE to WORK than otherwise..

*update my blog