Featured: Ubec Crew

I should've posted this entry on the 24th or 25th of December. But do you still remember the entry I've posted about Sorekolektiv? In connection with that, Ubec Crew members Flaime (color), Bart (stencil), and Karingkay (lines) just made another wall art somewhere here in Cebu. Though I wasn't there when this happened but I was able to see them again after 7 months. And got the time to visit The Junk Shop also owned by them. I'll post some of the pictures about the activities I had here in Cebu soon!

P.S. In the bottom photo (from left to right) is Bart and then Karingkay.


Happy New Year ♥

Lullaby's gone cold as night

Who's that girl under the thespian sky?
Answer: Me

Holiday is fast approaching. As year 2009 nearly at its end, I would like to share few things about myself that surely you didn't know. It's going to be messy inside my mind as I'm going to babble them out. ...it's time to unleash!

♥ This is not going to be funny but as I promised I would tell you things honestly. Well, I'm a student activist (What's it again?).

♥ I never had a serious relationship before until now (What the hell is wrong with meeee?).

♥ I have a grave fear about worms and bugs. I still remember when I was younger, I abruptly thew the book which has a big picture of a worm as a cover.

♥ My favourite band is Minipop. I so love them. Their music is dreamy and light.

♥ When I was 15, I usually think about self-destruction but now I've changed, I'm loving life.

♥ I collect classic books. My usual visit in thrift bookshops drove me to pick them up, buy them and then settle down to read them.

♥ I don't like chocolate, coffee, cakes, and cola.

♥ I dearly love fairies, sorcerers, pixies, elves, and all sorts of magical creatures.

♥ My first love was... LITERATURE.

♥ I don't usually share ideas to people 'cause I can't speak what is on my mind.

Close your eyes and make-believe

Utterly Surreal by Haanaah
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So it was another great weekend I've spent with people in the vicinity. But I've disregarded Pablo's favor to do a portrait for himself. I never had the chance to read again my favorite compilation of short stories of great British writers but I already promised to myself that I will carry the book with me everyday so that I would not have the alibis not to delve into it.

And politically, there will be a photo and art exhibit at Freedom Park on December 10, 2009 which is the commemoration of International Human Rights Day. The killings in the Philippines is incessantly increasing due to illegal allegations on individuals and civilians in various provinces.

We also condemn the Maguindanao Massacre, it was a clear violation of press freedom. We demand justice.

Good Morning, Monday! :)

Rainy days and fridays

Hi. To my blog readers, I'm not gonna post entries for a while. Soul searching is alluring to my psyche and I must say that I'm off for days to search for my lost soul. When I come back, I hope I can share to you some interesting ideas and stuffs. While I'm away for my whimsical flight, I know there's a lot for me to discover out there to ignite me, it's just that I'm too oblivious.

As imagination bodies forth

The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen

Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing

A local habitation and a name.

--Theseus, Act V, scene i

Happy weekend, faeries.

Down the Rabbit Hole and Off to Wonderland

falling down the rabbit hole

I really have this Alice in Wonderland obsession. The last time I read Through the looking glass (sequel of book one) was few months ago. Even in my college days I still fantasize on something magical, the kind of thing which I cannot seem to decipher. You know, I can't wait for Tim Burton's release this coming March 2010. But, hey! Take a peek of Pareeerica's Alice in Wonderland Series.

P.S. Alice's birthday is on May 4 :)

Into the Necropolis

Photographed by Jay Alternado

Model: Sheryl Ann Magno

Another day to drench myself with school works. Love lots ♥

Pretty Pleaaaase

The Great Below by Visceralmilk

There are a lot of ways being
b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l.

Be you.

P.S. Visit Visceralmilk's site. She has a pretty sense and taste about art. I'm sure you got to love her.

Womb of Queen Flora

I think this is the series #2 of Lilitus' Queen Clandestine Flora which portrays her gestation. I love the painting's details. Lilitus is indeed prolific.

P.S. I miss my sketch pad. I haven't touched it after I made the illustration: Velveteen

Primitive Home Decorations

I came across to Primitive Dolls which offers wonderful display selection of earth-colored and country lovin' dolls with heads are made of porcelain and faces are hand painted.

P.S. Dolls are on limited edition

Characters

A friend in Cebu, an artist, and a sorekolektiv designer, Karingkay, designed this tee. He described his label as Blanko: made in garage.

P.S. It is my first time to introduce sorekolektiv's line of clothing in my blog. I hope I can get one for free! Haha! :D

Buddie buddie ♥

photo courtesy: photobucket

I don't want to fight with my friends. I want them to pretend that I don't exist. If you don't like me, please don't make it obvious. If you want to be my friend, show me and I'll consider it. I am sick of being petty and childish and I just want to call a truce between me and the world.

♥

Teacup Attack

A Russian woman threw a teacup at Leonardo Da Vinci's masterpiece last August 10, 2009. The said painting was undamaged due to bullet proof glasses that surrounds it.

The culprit was handed over to the police and then transferred to the psychiatric infirmary.

Several people were trying to devastate the painting but never succeeded.

Fly with me

Photographed by ps70

Off I went outside gazing at the vastness of the sky and the stars scintillating like diamonds afar. The evening's cold breeze touches my face gently like a mother nurturing her child. The smell of the dusk as if in zenith.

This forlorn I can't endure, this despondency I can't embrace, this vehemence and nuisance I can't get over with, fatigue and vexation creeping into me. Tears starts to roll down with the stars as the only witness, lulled as if into a feeble dream in this serenity of air and heavens. Beneath me, not a sight of any mortal. We may realize that even we, ourselves, has an obligation to leave behind us the austerity of old memories. I can feel the wave of silence behind my ears. Silence it is, alluring enough that can make me fly off in this high stoned wall inviting me to be cradled by the wind of the gods.

In the somber sight of the dark, here I am fighting the ambivalence, standing motionless in the moroseness of the night, cogitating dilemmas albeit I'm in the realm of my waking mind, pensive at this very end of my tether.

Beneath this dark-blue arch of sky, I only exist in the tiniest corner above it.