Friday, January 29, 2010

Video games, Broken Social Scene, and NON-FAKERS

I recently got hooked into reading this web comic by J. Jacques entitled "Questionable Content". My friend Jessie introduced me to the link, and I just couldn't get enough. I've linked it to this blog just so I won't forget. To view more mundane strips ostensibly about romance, indie rock, little robots, and the problems people have, click this. Enjoy!

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

It's not color blindness

Figured I'd like to take a closer look into my waking self.
But I just really think my eyes are inside out.

Yes, it's me. Nice to have finally met you.

And when the wind takes you, it takes me too
And when you change colors, I change mine too
Try not to think, and I will try too
And when you let go, I will let go too.

-- Great Lake Swimmers, "Changing Colours"

Wednesday, January 20, 2010


Numbers are useless,
Yet many have counted
The numerous ways
People say their goodbyes.
How many of it we've seen:
A slow hand waving
Where before that was
An embrace, a slow release,
A peck on the cheek,
Or simply, a pat on the back.

Certainly, more useless
Counting trails during
The wait for their return.
Perhaps this was how
Patience was discovered:
When a man long yearned
For a friend to arrive.

Once, I was outside trying
At 11:55p.m. to cross the road.
The numbers went about
Meaningless, and yet to count
The stars knowing the great distance
Of home, and to gather understanding
Of the plight back, made perfect sense.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Tear It Down

We find out the heart only by dismantling what
the heart knows. By redefining the morning,
we find a morning that comes just after darkness.
We can break through marriage into marriage.
By insisting on love we spoil it, get beyond
affection and wade mouth-deep into love.
We must unlearn the constellations to see the stars.
But going back toward childhood will not help.
The village is not better than Pittsburgh.
Only Pittsburgh is more than Pittsburgh.
Rome is better than Rome in the same way the sound
of raccoon tongues licking the inside walls
of the garbage tub is more than the stir
of them in the muck of the garbage. Love is not
enough. We die and are put into the earth forever.
We should insist while there is still time. We must
eat through the wildness of her sweet body already
in our bed to reach the body within that body.

-- Jack Gilbert

Tuesday, January 5, 2010


I recently went to Mag:net, Katipunan for Happy Mondays Poetry night and a group of performance artists were there for a cause. As they made our night a little merrier than the usual, I found out that they are supporting a project for the benefit of less fortunate Filipino children inflicted with cancer.

I'm not exactly the most generous person in the crowd that night and neither do I have that much money left in my pocket after the holidays. I just couldn't help but give a little something when they started sending out the fishbowl to the audience.

Tomas Leonor of Step Juan with Mag:net Staff

Me with Tomas Leonor and the fishbowl :D

*photos from Siege Malvar

Here's some more information about the project:

This is a project that starts with a dream of one man that will hopefully end with a selfless goal of helping cure children under the Cancer Warriors Treatment Program.

Step Juan is a walking expedition done by one man. The idea is to walk from Pagudpod to Sorsogon (these are our covered areas for now) without any means of vehicular assistance and to do this for several weeks, straight, stopping only for food and rest. The backbone and foundation for this idea is to raise funds for the cancer children under the Cancer Warriors Foundation. Step Juan’s 50 day* walk will be done by Tomas Leonor, an avid mountaineer and a passionate artist. His walk will cover around 1,294 kilometers of long highways and pass 33 major cities and 150 towns. The expedition is supported by Leonor’s friends and colleagues who share his vision. We are NOT just gathering together to start a media gimmick or to create a passive awareness for cancer. We are all volunteers who assemble towards a common working goal of curing children inflicted with cancer. The children we hope to assist are all from the Cancer Warriors Foundation, a non-profit organization that offers treatment, assistance and care to children with cancer.

I lifted this text from their website. If you want to know more about this cause or better yet, help further it, or send your donations, please log on to this address.

Thank you! Let's all help support them. :)

Sunday, January 3, 2010


I will not wait for ours to turn sour, for it will not
Long after wine fails its magic in our systems
And laughter leaves mouths without a sound

Like the bright amber of evenings giving into dark
Conversion, further turning hollow gatherings
Into ruin. They all will go, with us in the thick of it

Gone, but not quite. We will go through hours
Meeting and leaving numerous strangers.
We’ve named those who’ve grown fond
Of hearing useless secrets. I will delight, instead,

In the pockets of silence in-between:
Reaching your hand and locking them
Into mine, a furtive turn to feel
Your stare; gazing eyes that take me

Back to that place, that night
Where I know. Where you know
Our lives truly happen.

For W

Friday, January 1, 2010

What cracks me up

A smashing New Year, to you.

I find pleasure in watching my neighbors burn hard earned money.

I must say, these things are beautiful.

Some day, suppose I'll have that luxury. Maybe.

I'd like it to burn

and make it last.