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Sunday, August 21, 2005

Solitary Soul

written while listening to "Psycho Doctor" from the anime Fruits Basket

I hear the leaves fluttering outside my window
As scenes from the not so distant past
Flashed inside my head
Like a silent movie in Black and White.

I felt the coldness of the wind creeping on my skin
I closed the window and lied on my bed.
Once more I felt
The stillness of the room.

I closed my eyes and began to feel
The emptiness – sending me to a deep slumber
In my dark cold room
I lay slumped on a corner.

Jusqu’à Fin (Till The End)

Written while listening to the instrumental version of "Kissing You" from the motion picture Romeo + Juliet

Thick fog covers the pavement of a winding road. The silhouette of a young man is seen from a distance – carrying the lifeless body of a young lady in his arms. The fog clears and the lad lays the lady down on the grassy knoll.

Then he speaks, “Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.” A teardrop falls and he slowly touches her cheeks with the back of his hand feeling the coldness of death on her pale skin.

He gradually moves his head forward towards hers – memorizing the contours of her face. His eyes stop on her lips, unexpectedly it still has the color of blood. He gently kisses her. The wind blows and he embraces her – her black hair flowing with the wind. He shouts her name. The thunder echoes the intensity of his voice. A raindrop falls on his cheeks.

He brushes off the dripping hair from his eyes. The body of his beloved lay still and colder because of the rain. His hands are now trembling because of the grief death brought him. In his pocket he draws out the knife that took her life – he found it in a pool of blood beside her. He looks at the bloodstain on the it and firmly grabs its base. And in a split second he thrusts it upon his beating heart. He lets out a painful cry.

The rain stops and the fog begins to thicken. On the grassy knoll the lifeless bodies lay.

The Twins

inspired by Neil Gaiman's "Snow, Glass, Apples"

It was just weeks after my husband’s death when I found them unconscious in the woods – a boy and a girl of the same age with tattered clothes and stains of blood with feathers on their hands. Scattered close to them were breadcrumbs. I hurriedly asked help from the village people to carry them home; and took care of them.

I am a widow of a baker. The children fondly calls my house, “The House made of Bread and Candies” because I always give them candies together with the bread they bought. The people of my village go to me to buy bread every morning and also foretell their destinies. I have the gift of premonition. But I can never tell what my future is. If I did know what it was, I never would have let the twins live in my home.

They did not wake until I had the dream: I was in a different house. It was quite dainty considering that the outside was full of trees; and it was fall. I was with a man who I feel is my husband. We were at the doorsteps. In front of us were the two children with the same age as they are now but their clothes were not torn; brown stains on their hands.

My husband (in the dream) and I held the children’s hands and welcomed them to our home. Suddenly, the scene changed. I was taken aback with what I saw. What lay in the yard was my husband’s corpse; his guts scattered on the ground as if a wild animal had hungrily preyed on him. Beside him was a trail of rocks. I followed it. It went through the woods to a clearing. No one was there. I lost my balance while walking to the end of the trail (this may be due to the trauma I experienced). I fell on my belly and all of a sudden I felt a thud on my back.

The next scene that followed was a revelation. I was now lying on my back and the twins were feasting on my insides…

I awoke exhausted from the dream I had. I tried to feel my belly with my hands. In the dark I saw the silhouette of the twins; they’re still in their bed sleeping.

I wasn’t able to go back to sleep that night.

I saw the sun’s rays creeping through the window – to the twin’s bed. In the morning light, their skin were as white as the milk that I get from my cow every morning. But today I would not get any milk from Daisy.

As I was kneading the dough for the day’s breads, two hands grab hold of my arm. I was startled to see that the twins were awake. I tried not to flinch. I gave them both a faint smile and said, “Hello there you two. What do you want for breakfast?” They did not speak but instead pointed at Daisy.

I hurriedly got an ax and cut the head of Daisy off. I wanted to scream and cry while I was chopping the limbs of my poor Daisy.

They ate the carcass like two hungry hyenas competing for food. I went back to kneading the dough again.

Days passed and I started exchanging my bread for meat from the villagers that would buy from me. In fear that the twins might murder and eat me.
The villagers started to get suspicious. No one dared to go to me and be foretold of his or her future.

The children of the village threw rocks on my house and shouted, “Witch! In that house is a witch!” Rumor broke that I’ve been feeding the twins so they’d be plump for the picking; eating them after they have grown.

The twins learned of this rumor and created a scheme to lay death upon me; so their secret would die with me and they may feast upon the rest of the villagers.

One morning, while I was getting the bread I baked out of kiln, they pushed me in, closed the kiln’s door and shouted, “Witch, witch, witch! You ought to be there witch!” It was like a chant they repeated over and over. Soon after, the villagers began entering my house chanting, jeering and laughing.

As I watched the twins celebrate with the villagers a scene flashed in my head: The girl locks the door. As the chants, jeers and laughs of the villagers grew more intense; the boy started the feeding frenzy by putting one-man unconscious and then tearing off his limbs. The loud jeers and laughs were replaced by screams and cries for help.

The girl leaps on the villagers like a tiger knocking each one unconscious.

The boy, in turn, opens the villager’s chest and feasts on their beating heart.

The scene fades.

Once more I hear the villagers’ voices echoing inside the kiln. The twins gave me a faint smile as I collapse and gasp for my last breath

Friday, August 19, 2005

Photoshop Magic

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    Poster proposals for Ivinn's lecture recital

    Wednesday, August 17, 2005

    The Name Game

    Allen
    Handsome, cheerful, harmonious one : Irish


    You are a deep thinker and student of life using your intuition and natural detective ability to seek truth and hidden knowledge. Peaceloving and compassionate you are nonetheless strong-willed and courageous in confronting challenges. Although your approach to life tends to be on a mental level it is important for you to see your ideas and concepts take form in the material world. Your talents and leadership skills give you great potential for a distinguished career.

    Josel


    You are a charismatic individual with a dynamic and attractive personality. Probably not known for your caution or patience you are a risk taker who hates to be restricted in any way. Freedom is very important to you. Your thinking and intuition is strong and you have a talent for communication. You enjoy the sensual and material pleasures of life and with the application of care and wisdom you can achieve wonderful worldly success.

    Santiago
    St.James : Spanish


    You have great self-confidence and a charming personality which attracts many friends and admirers. Your innate sense of personal power and ability to lead are ideally suited to positions of authority. Being so versatile and seeing the big picture your ambitions are high and much is usually expected of you. With patience and tenacity you will certainly fulfill the great potential you have for success.

    Malumay


    Extremely intelligent in thought and deed you are gifted at communication and finding practical applications for your ideas. You are strong willed and ambitious and need to have passion, freedom and adventure in your life. Always willing to help others your warm, honest and loyal nature ensures that you are loved by all. It is likely that you will achieve a great deal of success and recognition in life.

    Stress

    Under the Sea
    I was underwater for a few days and gave birth to a dozen blue and orange fishes that have rubber foam for its skin.make that more than a dozen.sixteen to be exact.one night my friend who i fondly call Ursula collected the fishes.She was to use it as props for a 10 minute production in baguio.That night was rehearsal night. A few hours passed.Ursula came back and told me to produce more offsprings.With this remark I needed help so I asked my merman friend Janus to help outand together we gave birth to 16 more fishes.

    Pixie forest
    I awoke one night to discover that I was sleeping on a leaf. I stood up and to my surprise i had wings. The sun was about to shine. My wings began to flutter. Everyday I would fly from leaf to leaf just to collect petals. I was excited to create a really special flower. But to my dismay I collected too much petals that I had a bunch of them stuck on my yard. I began to make not one special flower but a bunch. Finally the day arrived I had to offer the flowers I made to the Goddess of Beauty.

    Da Vinci
    A masterpiece done in 8 hours (acryllic paint on coco cloth)original size: 7ft by 6 ft (per panel 7ft by 2 ft)
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