Friday, October 24, 2014

Pilgrims in Pinto

Today was a free day. Half of the day I was a bum who couldn't get herself off the bed. The other half, I was a giddy kid immersed in fabricated conversations with creative geniuses, whom I have never met (and probably never will), brought to life by their art. I couldn't ask for more. 

Long have I wanted to travel all the way to the City of Pilgrimage but never really had the time. OR maybe, I never made time. Not until today. But I couldn't have wanted it any other way.

And it was easy to get lost in the multitude of paintings, mixed media and installation arts. Of course, not geographically- every pilgrim was handed a map of the entire place. But I especially love the wooden pieces. There's something more captivating with artworks on wood. For in itself, the wood carries its story to tell. Some are smooth. Others, not. But the rough isn't any less attractive. In fact, the more challenging, the more interesting the creation process, the richer the art.

Also, one can never discount the beauty of starting on a blank canvas but really, do we ever get to start on an empty plate?


























































Sunday, October 12, 2014

Lost Angeles

Watched the sun rise in Angeles, Pampanga today to bid adieu to Mamang Nato. No words as to how unfortunate it is to speak farewell on such a beautiful morning as today's. I have faith that his good heart has lead him to the Giver of the Breath of Life. 

You will always be in our prayers AND I find comfort in knowing you are watching us from above.

*****

"Nanung lagyu mu?" "Melissa." "Malagu!"




Panggatong. LEGIT. 



Kapampangan Style Tinanglad Native Chicken






On a lighter note, lakas maka Purok 7 feels to have spent the day in Pampanga today. :) 


Sunday, September 21, 2014

I've always believed that we are the cumulative sum of moments of impact and that life is but a series of collisions -inelastic and elastic ones, at that. Today is one discreet (and discrete) moment of impact- quick but definitely not short-lived. Uh huh. I think it's gonna outlive its time. *wink* 

Saturday, July 12, 2014

I'm lying on my bed as I write this. Oddly enough, I've never felt so faraway from home.

Tuesday, June 03, 2014

LaBoracay 2014


Boracay burned me in ways that are more than just skin deep. The kind that washes away the old and ushers in the new.Liberating it was to be in the island at that time. Awful felt like for a moment, nothing and no one else mattered more than absolute freedom to do whatever it is that my heart momentarily desired. And I did just that. And in my heart of hearts, I knew I was HAPPY because I was free. :)










Saturday, April 19, 2014

Love and Loss




Her heart lies awake at night
calling the sun to warm the skies
her ivory hands hold so tightly
to the hope of morning


Facing time on her own
she mourns the day her love let go
but in her burdened heart she knows
peace will come
with morning
her memories they hang like ghosts
up on the walls the widows pass those
the faces that lie beyond these walls
and carry the weight of love and loss


and in this house i hear a voice
the paintings of all
they tell the tales of
the faces that lie beyond these halls
and carry the weight of love and loss

Saturday, March 08, 2014

My Side of the Story that is Haiyan


What seemed to be one of the darkest times in Philippine History, made light by the resilience, generosity and volunteerism of them Filipinos.

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Numbered snapshots of November 2013. A time when the call to move was so loud, the whole world came to action.  The month before the last of the year was a circus of emotions- the good and the bad. Empathy. Pity. Wrath. Hope. Charity. Generosity. Volunteerism. Recovery. Rehabilitation. Progress. Insert a thousand other BIG WORDS here.

One moment in time, varied experiences for a multitude of us. To me it was an Awakening. Of how a small deed can bring light to a dark hour. Of how a fist-sized heart can house so much love for so many people. Of how universal love outweigh romantic love in ways one cannot measure. Of how each of us carry a responsibility towards the rest of us. And for a moment, I stood in awe of humanity in progressive motion.

Banker during the day. Volunteer at night (and on weekends too!). It was amazing to be just you and yet be different people for different people at the same time.

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Would have taken more photos BUUT that time, I made sure my hands got busy with a million more important things to do.











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