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WORDS ARE THINGS

since i can not be there myself to attend the event mag-plug na lang ako. pasa-pasa na lang.

WORDS ARE THINGS: Intermedia poetics and language-based works. Wednesdays at the new GREEN PAPAYA Art Projects. #41 T. Gener St. corner Kamuning Rd., QC, 8:30pm. This week: Raya Martin, Bea Camacho, Khavn de la Cruz, Mark Salvatus, and special guest Angelo Vermeulen. (Last week featured Vermeulen, Adam David, Pocholo Goitia vs. John Torres, Vim Nadera w/ Mike Coroza & Teo Antonio.) Curated by Angelo V. Suarez.

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talking gibberish

it is quite an interesting state to be in sedation (or in the process of being sedated) because you are blanketed by the arms of sleep. the medicine slowly lulls you to sleep. but claritin-d and i have a turbulent relationship. the medicine kicks in and your senses becomes somewhat numb and you feel soft. one would think the next step would be for me to be knocked out. in the contrary, i am not knocked out. i am partially awake -obviously- and my body is trying to shut down but the brain is still in motion. i am in between being knocked out and being awake; ergo, a vision of a zombie-like creature that smell like vicks. how lovely! instead of tossing and turning X amount of times, cursing and fake sleeping, i decided to write. it enables me to compartmentalize my disarrayed thoughts so that i can digest it and understand it. this is when my left-brain goes to work and into overtime: analyzing and scrutinizing it to pieces.

it’s on my mind right now. it floats every now and then in the forefront of my mind. it’s complicated. yet at the same time it’s lovely. when in the moment things are simple and it feels right. it feels raw and honest. words are at times not of necessity but one can engross whatever sentiment is present at the moment. words are of course invaluable but i can’t seem to find my tongue in fear of being tactless and forthright, and above all be exposed to such vulnerability. it is downright scary. i have always been comfortable in expressing my emotions, in that, i am not afraid to delve into it. it is one of the things i take pride in, is my self-awareness. but i was not always comfortable showing my emotions to people. even in my close knit of friends. the three words i cannot seem to utter. sigh. so i compensate through my words and actions. one day i’m going to be able to blurt it out.

i read this somewhere,

“never apologize for showing feelings. when you do so, you apologize for truth.”

i like it. it doesn’t actually tie in to what i am saying but i just saw it. i wanted to add it. yown.

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au-dessous des etoiles

Last night, while I was outside the backyard w/ our dog, I noticed one big star up above. I realized that I don’t go outside anymore to gaze at the stars. It was my past time. There is something hopeful and mysterious about stars. They are just beautiful to look at. Anyhoo, the kid in me came out and started to wish. I closed my eyes, tightly shut, and wished. I wish, I wish, I wish. Hahahahaha. Hopefully, it comes true because I feel like shit. It doesn’t hurt to try, right?

I found this cool site benettonplay, which has a lot of cool stuff. One is which is Flipbook maker. I used to get a kick out of those when I was younger. So, I made one. :)

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PROUST QUESTIONNAIRE!

What is your idea of perfect happiness?

Perfect happiness is living life in accordance to your passions with such drive and purpose. Perfect happiness is waking up in the morning and the first thing that greets you is the face of the one you love. The same face that you will see last at the end of the day. There will be an offspring or two that will drive you crazy, a lil cozy home that you can call your own that breathes your personality, and friends that you have for life. You can’t really ask for anything more.

What is your greatest fear?

Failure. I fear that my life will accumulate to nothing; that is, not to say that I will measure success in terms of wealth and possessions. By failure, I mean a life of no movement, no substance, and of misery. A life that is no longer yours. By failure, what I meant was the inability to maximize your potential and to truly live your life the way you want to live it.

Which historical figure do you most identify with?

Jane Austen, Albert Camus, Antonio Carlos Jobim, Pablo Neruda, Billie Holiday.

What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?

I think too much. I think to the point of exhaustion.

What is your greatest extravagance?

Love, loyalty, and affection.

What do you consider the most overrated virtue?

Hahahaha. Abstinence and to some extent patience.

What is your favorite journey?

It would have to be the one that started on November 22, 1982, that I pray will continue on for a long, long time. A journey that I hope that will continue to be fruitful and meaningful till the last flicker of life’s ember.

What do you most dislike about your appearance?

None. You’ve got to be happy with what you’ve got. [Hahahahaha]. But my least favorite is my forehead.

Which words or phrases do you must overuse?

For some reason lately I’ve been quite a potty mouth. I’d say tangina a lot and shit.

What is your greatest regret?

Hmmm. In various instances, I should have been more aggressive and forthright with things. I don’t like to dwell on the what ifs and the should have beens.

What or who is the greatest love of your life?

Chismosa, Chismoso! My family, my future hubby, my future family and my real friends.

When and where were you happiest?

When I am in the company of the ones I love.

Which talent would you most like to have?

To be the greatest mother to my [future] children.

What is your current state of mind?

I would like to shut off distractions for now, which I find very difficult. I don’t want to exacerbate things, waste my time for things I have no control over. I’ve to gear myself up to getting my license. Afterwards, I’ve to pursue my grad studies.

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

Not a damn thing. You’ve got to be happy with what you’ve got.

What do you consider your greatest achievement?

Life’s yet to unfold…But if I could fast-forward and if god grants me then it would be my children.

If you could choose what to come back as, what would it be?

A bird.

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?

I’ll repeat what Quincy Jones said, “When you are not able to turn darkness into light. It is a choice.” I would also say poverty. Nothing deters your spirit more than poverty.

What is your favorite occupation?

Any where you can creatively express yourself.

What is your marked characteristic?

Never-ending curiosity, love pats, my loud laugh, lip movements.

What quality you most like in a man?

The ability to express and convey what he truly thinks and feels without thinking it as a sign of weakness. Also, a big heart and an open mind.

What quality do you most like in a woman?

An honest heart, depth of understanding, forgiving, inner and outer beauty.

Who are your favorite writers?

Pablo Neruda, Laura Esquivel, Albert Camus, Antoine de Saint-Exupery, Tolstoy, Edith Wharton, Ernest Hemingway.

Who is your favorite hero of fiction?

I would have to say the Little Prince in Saint-Exupery’s tale.

Who are your heroes in real life?

I don’t know about heroes. But I admire Hillary Clinton, Oprah Winfrey, Jose Rizal, Antonio Carlos Jobim and others.

What is it that you most dislike?

I hate bullshit!

How would you like to die?

Uuuum. I would like to die peacefully in my sleep after seeing the sunset, having wine and dinner with family and friends, sharing nostalgic stories and laughing, kissing and hugging each one of them, and making sweet, rawr passionate love with my man.

What is your motto?

In Robert Frost’s words he states “life goes on”. There’s the “I’d rather say, ‘I’m sorry I did it’ than ‘I wish I had,’ “and “live each day as if it was the last”.

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SOME SHANGHAI LOVIN’

Below is a poem written by Nerissa del Carmen Guevara. The title of the poem intrigued me and so I searched for it online. I came across it luckily on this person’s blog. I boosted it from her blog et voila! The blogger also recommended to read this poem aloud with an ehru music.

Ehru music: \”I Am Waiting For You Silly\” by Huang Jiang Qin

Shanghai Love

To find love
Decipher the lines on faces
Look for a face that reads:
I am here.

Find a face that shows you shelter
Eyelids like archways
Leading into small gardens.
Black door of the iris leading
To the soul.

Chimes of sunlight
Saying:
Come home
Come home.


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Giving it a Shot

I think I’ve signed up with various blog sites w/ the intent of writing and get on the blogging-wagon. But in the latter, I failed to follow through and actually post. I like to write simply because I find it to be cathartic and unload the million things that zips in and out of my head. I write in everything: pieces of paper, journals, post-its, etc. Now, I want it to be legit and electronically compiled altogether. The challenge is to consistently do this. I want to write w/o shame and mention names if I have to (hahaha).

On with it…

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