AND JUST LIKE THAT, RILKE,I did as you said and changed my life. I have good news thats hard to keep to myself. The explicit summary is that I went "fuck it" and finally went after what Ive a...
WEVE GONE POSTAL. In case I have not plugged it enough, Im part of this lovely little group of Filipina writers who pick a word a month (or whenever we can) and just write. We struggle with whirlwind...
YOU HAVE KILLED ME Last Sunday, I watched Morrissey, the Morrissey, by myself. I told myself Id try my hardest not to cry but I did. And I did. And I did. I never thought Id ever get to experience th...
Black and White Photography by Edric ChenOnce again, E. has captured a side of me that I thought only I could see.The slow slyness of patience.(Read more here.)
OF SWALLOWS AND LETTERSand leading the sailor home. Yes, yes, I got another one. Or two this time, a pair. A letter-bringer, a correspondence, a winged compass to lead the sailors home. Swallows are ...
LRI Design Plaza, Makati(design + art nirvana) On a rare solo date with myself, I spent a good couple of hours falling in love with window displays. Also, I got to sit in on a design talk hosted by H...
THAT OLD SHOEBOXneeds new shoes. I found my box of old film photos from a year ago or so. I took these with a plastic point and shoot Bell+Howell that uses standard 35mm film. This is a sort-of-story...
A Writers Note by Toto Villaruel(View all 30+ photos here.) To everything that trumps and thwarts the truthness of things. To everything you lied about. To every morning we practiced exhaling in sync...
DIAMOND SEAand how does your mirror grow 340/ The boy I love is allergic to sea water and for his birthday I brought him to the beach. Where does the sea begin-- and I see him by the shoreline, watch...
Crooked teeth, skate scars, bruises and bites— I love that these things show in this photoset and that Elisa didnt feel the need to brush or blur them away. It’s these little imperfections that give ...
IS THAT WHAT YOU CALL TACT?Youre as subtle as a brick in the small of my back. Taking Back Sunday on Friday the 13th-- tonight, my fifteen-year old self tore herself out of my lungs and relived all t...
339/ If I lose all my words, know that they have drowned here.We had three flashlights filled with LED and firewood that lasted five rounds of conversation. There were no sockets for plugs, no electr...
AN EPISTLE, AN ESTUARY:Endless notes to self. It was a road trip to Zambales with three photographers and two puppies. The first day of April proved to be grand.People who pursue their passions are t...
Let me tell you something about the sea and me. Today, I read that they spotted a blue whale off the coast of an island in Bohol here in the Philippines. A blue whale. I’ve had a scuba license since ...
EVERYTHING I LOVE, ACTUALLY.Also, maybe, a home. These were taken on our last day in Singapore. I remember panicking because we had to be in the airport by late noon, and I had to had to had to had t...
337/ for the record, I am frightenedThere was a boy who once told me: there is a boy in all your stories.Suppose hes right, and I borrow the way his mouth moves when he says "oh." I remember ...
HARSH LIGHTBe gentle. Heres another photoset from Edric Chen. We talked about risks, and how in this industry, swimming upstream is easier when the goal is shared with kindred spirits, like-minded pe...
ART ACHE:Because that longing exists. Despite the backlog and the difficulty of uploading everything everywhere, I feel like I did not take enough pictures. This entry is teeming with gaps that I wis...
CHIAROSCUROOr simply, contrast. Edric writes in his entry: The act of renewal is a silent war. When I first saw this set, I did not recognize myself. ~Like the sea, I’m constantly changing from calm ...
UPTOWN GIRL:(I bet shes never had a backstreet guy.) Those four days will be divided into parts exceeding four-- I want to extend the experience, update in fractions, and maybe itll seem like we stay...
GONE POSTALJust because. Hello! I recently joined Gone Postal, a writing project between good friends, and this is my first entry. A word is chosen for every month and we write about it in less than ...
ALSO KNOWN AS: SINGAPORE!This is just the first batch. When I first heard that the Foo Fighters concert in Singapore was postponed, I admit my heart fell into a ditch and it stayed there, all curled ...
THE ATLANTIC WAS BORN TODAYand Ill tell you how. There were couples everywhere and I was everyones third wheel. How could you feel alone in a room filled with hundreds upon hundreds of people? Simple...
THE ANSWERS COME LASTFirst you have to try, try, try. A modern-day sage once wrote that writing an essay is an attempt. This struck me profoundly because it is how I felt art should be. To create art...
A PREVIEWOf the multiple wonderful heartbreaks from last night. Thank you so much. Please visit us again soon. And I hope you play Tiny Vessels and Marching Bands of Manhattan next time. (Although Tr...
LISTEN. LISTEN.Theres music in the other room. It’s true. I used to play in a band or two. I thought that’d be it— I didn’t want to live an ordinary life, and the way to do that was through music. Bu...
AND THE WORLD SPINS MADLY ONJust like that song (but better) February 17-18: two cars, eight friends, sixty-six photos (out of the two-hundred-plus taken), one harried entry. There are a lot of thing...
Detoxification is funny. I leave my laptop to get away from it all only to come back to it in a flurry to record what I did while I was away. Helpless, hapless, but happy. In the morning I will uploa...
Nothing like the perfect, most unexpected line to slice through routine, split you apart for a minute before returning to your life as if untouched, as if whole. "A hole in your shape," I tho...
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