studio ghibli

I am a huge fan of Japanese culture, especially the incredible work of Studio Ghibli. The minute I hear those two words, I’m taken back to a rainy day in my childhood memories; with my feet kicked back on a sofa and a steaming bowl of champorado (chocolate pudding; a Filipino delicacy) ready for me to devour. From the East to the Southeast of Asia, it’s amazing how a Japanese work of art can take the world by storm.Read More »

of the night and starlight

Last year, I embarked on a project that focused on making night-themed artwork. While so much work compelled me to do otherwise, I was able to allot a few minutes into combining both traditional and digital media.

It’s nothing special and I know the night is a cliche prompt for artwork, but I never get tired of its beauty. How the dark seems to glow with all the stars bathing in city lights, trees and starlight. Know what I mean?

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Mystery Blogger Award

It’s been weeks since I last posted something. Apologies in advance.

I’ve recently applied for a part-time job as an online English instructor to Chinese students-and the processes needed to get in are pretty daunting. I passed my demo lesson, but got rescheduled for my on-board training. 😦

On the bright side, it’s almost the end of one chapter and the beginning of another. 2017, I am so, so ready for you!

Thank you so much, Eris, for nominating my blog for the Mystery Blogger Award!

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sludge

you bleed like a fountain
when the tides aim for saltwater sky
& all you want to do is drown-
i wonder how long it’ll take for you
to stop writing like that.

once upon a time, you were blue
train tracks rolling down cigarette
addiction and soft metaphors.
your mother had no way of recognizing you
from the sallow skin
and crevice-deep wrinkles.
you were a cliche
romanticizing the evenings,
wishing you were dead
on paper.
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Oh, mother

you told me that one day
I’ll be able to understand
the cherry blossom
that is your heart

or that one day I’ll be able
to interpret your skies
of gold and pink and blue
and realize that this is
all synonymous
to sadness.

I used to make origami wings for you,
the kind that can rip through the wind
to cradle you ever so gently
while you embark on
leaving everything behind

even if I never understood why,
even hurts seeing footprints
without the feet pressing them
deep into love.

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periscii

periscii (n.)- inhabitants of the polar circles; during summer-time, their shadows make a complete revolution

i. her

it’s 6:30 in the morning.

his room is a sludge of cigarette butts drowned in gin bottles like a saturated mountain of hopelessness. newspapers scatter the floor, the sink piled up with dishes reeking of mold & stench of rotting lunch. it’s a mess. he’s nothing but a mess.

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