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The X Factor’s Jerah Templo Comes Into Her Own With Self-Produced Single, “Together Nothing’s Gonna Fall"

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Manila, PHILIPPINES (Dec. 10, 2013)– A standout finalist on “The X Factor Philippines”, neo-soul singer Jerrianne Mae “Jerah” Templo has just released her first self-written and independently produced single, “Together Nothing’s Gonna Fall”. Arranged and co-produced by American hit maker Keith Martin, the song headlines Jerah’s first record due for launch early next year.


Released on iTunes and Amazon.com on Nov. 12, 2013, “Together Nothing’s Gonna Fall” showcases Jerah Templo’s strong but soulful voice, which gained widespread praise on “The X Factor”. The international singing sensation Charice was describing her singing as “fierce and sensitive”. It was evident then that unlike many reality-show singing competitors and local artists, Jerah Templo is an elegant, expressive singer — a refreshing talent to counter mainstream pop.

The single is the fruition of years-worth of honing her skill via various contests, most notably GMA-7’s “Search for a Star” and ABS-CBN’s “X Factor”. Her steady career singing soul, blues, pop, and contemporary R&B in the live music circuit, which includes performances at The Mandarin Hotel’s Martinis Bar, Solaire Resort & Casino and The Peninsula Manila’s Salon de Ning, has helped define her sound. Meanwhile, her struggles growing up with very modest income, many career setbacks, and, finally, personal achievements as a wife and stepmom serve as the inspiration.

In fact, “Together Nothing’s Gonna Fall” is a narrative of beating the odds. Although written originally for her husband, the poignant song timely echoes the challenges that lay ahead for the survivors of super typhoon Haiyan/Yolanda in the Philippines. The tragedy has prompted Ms. Templo to dedicate it to those devastated, and donate a portion of the profit from iTunes and Amazon.com to their families.

“Together Nothing’s Gonna Fall” is the first single of Jerah’s soon-to-be-released album. The record will have 10 original tracks expressing her music: crossover “dirty” blues, soul, and pop. It features an impressive ensemble of collaborators, such as songwriter Paula Alcasid, and arrangers Gino Aguas, Mic Llave, and Keith Martin. This first track was executive-produced by Patrick Ritter, with Dante Tanedo as the sound engineer. It was launched with a music video directed by Win Ferrer of Sophia Photography.

Jerah Templo’s first original single is available for a listen on www.youtube.com/jerriannetemplo. It can be purchased on iTunes and Amazon.com.

For the latest news and upcoming performances, follow Ms. Templo on her official website at www.jerahtemplo.com and on www.facebook.com/jerahtemplo.


About Jerah Templo:

Jerrianne Mae Templo Ritter — known onstage as Jerah Templo — is a unique talent amid the local music scene, owing to her expressive, sexy, and soulful sound rarely encountered in mainstream entertainment. She started her singing career at the age of 12 in GMA-7’s "Search for a Star", where she went all the way to the Grand Finals. After battling with pneumonia she acquired when the competition wrapped up, Jerah bounced back with the Coro Cantabile Master Chorus. With the group, she toured through Malaysia, Singapore, and Hong Kong, and performed for Gary Valenciano’s concert, “Rebirth”. On the side, Jerah is an accomplished scuba diver. She had worked as an underwater/adventure guide in Bohol.

In 2011, Jerah lent lead vocals to the house remix album "Dirty Party", published by the Japanese music label LD&K and produced by Gerry Diwa of Sound Weavers in Makati, Philippines. The record reached number 6 in the Japanese charts in September that year. Jerah has also performed with her own band at Salon de Ning at The Peninsula Manila and Martinis Bar in The Mandarin Hotel. In 2012, Jerah was selected as a finalist in ABS-CBN’s “The X Factor Philippines”, with team Charice. Aside from Charice, Martin Nievera, Gary Valenciano, and Pilita Corrales were judges of the show, and all had showered praise on Jerah’s “fierce” but “sensitive” singing.

Fresh from the heels of “The X Factor”, Jerah began to write and produce her own songs, collaborating with notable arrangers, engineers, and instrumentalists. Her first full-length album is set for release early 2014.

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Contact:
Jerah Templo
Mobile No.: +63 917 52240989
Email: jerah@jerriannetemplo.com

Patrick Ritter Creative Perspective
Mobile No.: +63 917 5224098
Email: p.ritter@creative-perspective.com

Channels:
www.jerahtemplo.com
www.facebook.com/jerahtemplo
www.twitter.com/jerahtemplo
http://www.youtube.com/jerriannetemplo

Get “Together Nothing’s Gonna Fall” from:
https://itunes.apple.com/ph/album/together-nothings-gonna-fall/id747699027
http://www.amazon.com/Together-Nothings-Gonna-Fall/dp/B00GO6WE0I

Still, I am but a lonely kid.

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First, I would like to formally announce that I have failed to create a special year-end post for all of my readers (not that there are many of you), and that I am very much sorry for it. The thing is, I am just getting lazier and lazier and lazier. Nothing much in there.

But above all, I know for a fact that I owe this blog, a breath of fresh new words. This blog has served its purpose really well, and I cannot thank you guys more for making it seem like something I can use in the near future, or even right at this very moment. If not for this blog, I would not have traveled places, and perhaps I am still but a coward little girl. I am still coward though, but not that much already.

How was my 2013? It was rather grand. If in 2012 I had discovered myself, I learned what that self can do this 2013. It somehow focused on my professional career, not that I have something established already, but let us just say that I became much more conscious about what will happen to me after college. I pretty much realized the world there is way way bigger than the world I have now.

One thing to ponder: you won't get anywhere without... breaking your curfew. Yes, as easy as that. The thing is, I am not that kind of teenager that will go partying late at night, at least not anymore, and it is always a thing to me when I go home late. There is a world beyond what the morning can bring, and it is sometimes better and more promising than what the daylight have, and there is a lot more opportunity there, I suppose.

Know what you want and do it. My classmates sometimes find it a bit weird that I am too deterministic about my writing. It is not that I am showing off what I can do, it is just that this is the only thing that I want to do, and I want to do it. As simple as that. I got published in Rappler, our university's literary portfolio, won several writing contests, made it to a legitimate writing job (and quit) and others, but at the end of the day, I just really want to write. Nothing more in there.

Holy shit for romance. I do not know anymore. Here goes the irony, as much as I am very deterministic on my writing, I am that indecisive on my... romantic life. Not love life. I've got all the love I have in here. But I am still young, and I am not going anywhere actually.

I was not able to meet new people, or at least some who made a mark, that is one reason why I was not able to come up with a legitimate drop-down lists that I used to do. But I was drawn closer to the people I knew way back, and I never knew they were that awesome. I am so fucking real when I am with them.

The question now is... what is next?

Perhaps that graham cake in the fridge.

Music Monday: Falling by HAIM

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When the going gets tough... what's tough gets going.


Falling
Haim

I hurl into the moment like I'm standing at the edge (I know)
That no one's gonna turn me 'round
Just one more step, I could let go
Oh and in the middle,
I hear the voices and they're calling for me now (I know)
And nothing's gonna wake me now
Cause I'm a slave to the sound

And they're calling,
Don't stop, no, I'll never give up
And I'll never look back, just hold your head up
And if it gets rough, it's time to get rough
They keep saying
Don't stop, no one's ever enough
I'll never look back, never give up
And if it gets rough, it's time to get rough
But now I'm falling, falling, falling
Falling, falling, falling,
Falling, falling, falling, falling, oh

Now we're going down,
And I can feel the eyes are watching us so closely oh
I'm trying not to make a sound
Cause I'll be found out somehow

So keep calling,
Don't stop, no, I'll never give up
And I'll never look back, just hold your head up
And if it gets rough, it's time to get rough
They keep saying
Don't stop, no one's ever enough
I'll never look back, never give up
And if it gets rough, it's time to get rough
But now I'm falling

Into the fire feeling higher than the truth
(I'm falling)
I can feel the heat but I'm not burning
(But now I'm falling)
Feeling desire, feeling tired, hungry too
(I'm falling)
Feels like I'm falling, yeah
I can hear them calling
(I'm falling)

Into the fire feeling higher than the truth
(I'm falling)
I can feel the heat but I'm not burning
(But now I'm falling)
Feeling desire, feeling tired, hungry too
(I'm falling)
Feels like I'm falling, yeah
I can hear them calling
(Now I'm falling)

Falling, falling, falling
Falling, falling, falling,
Falling, Falling, falling, oh
Oh and now I'm falling

Falling, falling, falling
Falling, falling, falling,
Falling, falling, falling, oh

Falling, falling, falling, falling
Fall yeah
And now I'm falling
Falling, falling, falling, falling
Fall yeah
And now I'm falling

Into the fire feeling higher than the truth
(But now I'm falling)
I can feel the heat but I'm not burning
(I'm falling)
Feeling desire, feeling tired, hungry too
(But now I'm falling)
Feels like I'm falling, yeah
I can hear them calling for me
(I'm falling)

Into the fire feeling higher than the truth
(Now I'm falling)
I can feel the heat but I'm not burning
(I'm falling)
Feeling desire, feeling tired, hungry too
(Now I'm falling)
It feels like I'm falling, yeah
I can hear them calling for me

Never look back, never give up
Never look back, never give up
Never look back, never give up
I'll never give up
I'll never give up

#WickedManila: Defying Gravity and Pretty Much Everything Else

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The broadway production that have defied the gravity of different countries all over the world, have finally flown to Manila.



A story based on the 1995 Gregory Maguire novel Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West, Wicked is a broadway musical that talks about what had happened to The Wizard of Oz before Dorothy came in to the picture. Its main characters are the magical binary opposites Ephalba, The Wicked Witch of the West, and Glinda the Good. Although the story of The Wizard of Oz is a legend by itself, Wicked has made it a lot more encompassing and flawless.


Not everyone has the eyes for a good broadway show, but if Wicked's twelve years of existence in the broadway scene will not prove how marketable and loved it is by the people, then perhaps nothing can. Through the music and lyrics of Stephen Schwartz and the influence of the original casts Idina Menzel and Kristin Chenoweth, the whole world belted "Unlimited""Popular" and "Defying Gravity", and they are far from stopping anytime soon.

Photo from interaksyon.com
The thing about Wicked, is it is Wicked. In spite of the fact that this year has been staged by new actors and actresses with Jemma Rix as Ephalba The Wicked Witch of the West and Suzie Mathers as Glinda the Good, the magic of the story and the wonder of the songs remain, literally. Magic aside, Wicked is practically a coming of age story about friendship, love, greed, and being true to one's self. With such universal topics on which everyone can relate to, no wonder why the broadway show causes packets of tears and sobs albeit its musical-comedy genre.

If you are a true-blue theater junkie, a music-lover or just a mere spectator, Wicked is one theater show you would not dare to miss.

SPOT ON: Outrageous Writer says #WickedManila is the best theater production this year... this early!



Wicked Manila runs until March 9! Contact TicketWorld Manila at 891-9999 or visit http://ticketworld.com.ph/ for more information and ticket reservations!

IT IS TIME TO DEFY GRAVITY!

Music Monday: 1901 + Ignition Mash-up

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I have just found a heaven of mash-ups and remixes. Here is to the fire of my life rekindling!


An Open Letter to Join the Club

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Dear Join the Club,

You guys do not know me. Of course. But I am one of those people who like Nobela, and that is insignificant. Everyone liked Nobela.

I do not like you as much as I like Up Dharma Down and Chicosci. I do not even know your names. And I do not even know any of your songs aside from Nobela. So in short, I do not like your music, that much.

But this is not a hate post.

You guys, changed my life.

U.P Fair Roots 2014, my second time to see you guys play live. I did not come there for you, I did not even know you guys will be there! But your music came just when I needed it the most.

You played Nobela, and the image of this one guy flashed in my head. I like him for about three years already, and it fucking sucks. As you may have noticed, I am not this conventional girl (I do not think such exist), and I do not usually go around liking someone. But I like this guy, and him alone, for three straight years. And I know I am getting no where. We are friends, and if not for my feelings (which I hate) can be the most amazing buddies ever. We really click. We like the same stuff, and well, I think we like the same cool stuff so that makes us pretty cool, right? But well, I liked him. And I've been hiding it for three straight years, and that makes me a pretty good hider.

It is not the feeling of liking someone that sucks so much, it feels good actually. It is the feeling of being locked up which I hate the most. I don't usually get caged. I am living a free life. I talk about what I want and when I want to, and I do the things I want in the way I want to. I seldom listen to people. I go to bed late. I wake up late. I do not do the dishes. I do not shower everyday. I have been to different places which my parents have not heard of.

But this feeling. It has been caging me. And maybe the fact that it does not usually happen to me, makes it a lot worse.

So back to your band. Let me just remind you the lyrics of Nobela. And if you guys do not know how heavy it is, it is about time you know. Because its power can pretty much kill a person.

Nobela
Join the Club

Ngumiti kahit na napipilitan
Kahit pa sinasadya
Mo akong masaktan paminsan-minsan
Bawat sandali na lang

Tulad mo ba akong nahihirapan
Lalo't naiisip ka
Di ko na kaya pa na kalimutan
Bawat sandali na lang

At aalis magbabalik
At uuliting sabihin
Na mahalin ka't sambitin
Kahit muling masaktan
Sa pag-alis
Ako'y magbabalik
At sana naman

Sa isang marikit na alaala'y
Pangitaing kay ganda
Sana nga'y pagbigyan
Na ng tadhana
Bawat sandali na lang

Sumabay sa biglang pagkabahala't
Lumabis ang pagtataka
Tunay na pagsintang di alintana
Bawat sandali na lang


I do not know how on earth did it hit me this hard. I like foreign indie bands, and they have more delicate words than those. They have those lines which you can keep forever, and you do not have much of that, or at least for me.

But this song. Its plainness makes it a lot more beautiful. The fact that you need not to conceal its message in perplexing words and tricky lines, only shows that you are confident enough to say what you guys want to say, and nothing can ever be better than that. No poems, no songs, can ever be more special that one's true feelings. And you guys laid it then and there in a song, and I cannot love you guys more.

I guess that is how it really should be. Liking someone, and being hurt, it is never a fancy thing. It does not go with fancy lines and beautiful phrasing, which I have to admit, is my fascination as I am a Literature Major and I am a sucker of Donne and Wordsworth. You just have to feel it, and nothing can ever be truer than knowing its power by itself.

So for about five minutes, as you were playing Nobela in front of me. I was half crying. I was not hurt, okay. I was crying because of my stupidity, why did I have to keep it for a long time? I should have said it to him the moment I felt it. And things might have been different (I mean, we would not be together, but I could have been happier, or more free).

So as the concert went on, I saw the bands I liked more, but they were not that special compared to you guys. I was dumbfounded. I needed to move. I needed to confess. And so I did.

Right at this very moment, it has been an hour and a half since I told him how I feel. I typed my simple message for less than five minutes, which freed me from the cage I had been for three years already! Imagine that. I really should have done it a long time ago.

Why am I telling this to you? Because you guys were 80% of the courage. Had you guys sung a different song, I should not have ever thought about confessing. Had you guys been absent in the event, I could have been worse now.

But you guys were there and you sang Nobela. And I never knew how beautiful it was. And it hit me.

So thank you so much guys. I know you guys are receiving loads of fanmails, and this is nothing. But I just have to thank you guys. And since this thing is quite trendy, you guys deserve to have one.

I love you guys. And I always will. You are now, my favorite band ever.

With love and freedom,
Rhea


A Troubled Girl's Message to Girl Trouble's Robin

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To Robin of Girl Trouble,

Hi Robin! I can see that you have produced such a prolific diary of hatred, passion, and well, troubles. In my whole life I have never seen a montage of rants this creative, kudos to that! I like it, but not the kind of liking that I would love to keep in a jar and lick (what) again perhaps several years from now. I like it now, and so far, that's all.

I should say, you are the most eloquent angry person alive today. I have quoted a few lines from your rant book, and those I would keep forever. If you let me. You have this certain way of de-alienating people from your own feelings. Like somewhere, in one point or another, we would be able to find ourselves in between of all your dilly-dallyings. Probably because you really have the biggest plethora of troubles in the world that you have completed the encyclopedia of troubles, I am not that sure actually. But you really have some serious typographical and grammar problems. All throughout the book I keep thinking that these errors might mean something bigger. Like that is how a real troubled person goes, they never edit their words because well, they have more (mostly non-existent) stuff to mind, or that such errors conjure up a bigger meaning of the entire story, like an implied meaning or whatsoever, which if correct, I honestly did not get. Either way I guess you have to consider a moment or two to pause for a break... and edit them. That would not hurt as much as a broken heart.



You have a good music taste too. I love it how you lessen the transference of your rage through a couple of songs each chapter to make me breathe. Somehow. As you can see, your work is a wide and deep basin of contagious emotions, and a good music which everyone can relate to make it a hell lot more contagious. Did you do that intentionally? Are those playlists mean "I am kind of tired writing and I do not have much photos in here so what the fuck let us sing." or do they expound on the fact that life could have been a lot better if only we can play music with it? Well, they can be both, I know. But you did a right thing there.

Such a troubled man with troubled troubles you are, Robin. Like Holden Caufield with Charlie's explicit sexual repression and Jay Gatsby's broken heart, that's how troubled you are. Or even worse. Do you honestly believe that it is because of the girls who have hurt you or those you have hurt? I do not think so. Who is your mother anyway? I believe she plays a great part on your disarrayed state of mind right now. It slipped from you at page 141, or at least that is how I understood it. Perhaps that is why you have always been troubled with girls, because the first girl you have ever met is quite a trouble herself. I suggest you just remind yourself of the warm jacket she has probably knitted for you, the nightly milk to make you sleep, or the tasty cookies she used to bake for you during snack time. Wait. Those might probably hurt you more. So don't think about those. Well, just hug her. Get over your phallic stage, damn it. That's all.


So us girls can be quite a drastic trouble, can't we? Perhaps individually, we really can't. But altogether, we can really make a big shit right there. Thanks for letting us know. But honestly, I kind of have these feeling that all the girls in your rant book are but apparitions of a single (super mean and super deranged!) person. I find it quite unbelievable that you can shag (and that they have all shagged you) such a great number of girls. Are you that old, Robin? Am I writing to a senior citizen? How can you sound that cool if you're at your 70's? Well such are but my presumptions, so if you are just around 30 or so, then you have had such an exciting and outrageous life already you can even consider dying now.

I am about to protest that it is us who have had the worst of everything, like the fact that it is us who is much much more troubled about pregnancy and that behind every girl trouble is a troubling  boy, but I kind of realize that it is the point of your rant book anyways, to tell us that you guys are on a abominable track too. So we are pretty much in a weird circle of life eh? You mess with us, we mess with you, and we both mess with the world, and in the end we will both detest how messy the world have got without realizing that it is plainly because of us. Perhaps the main reason is that our troubles are not the same with yours, and that we cannot understand each other at all, because if we do, we will either be gay or fall in love with each other. It makes such imperfect sense, doesn't it?

But above all, I wish you will find the right girl who would love and take good care of you. It is not Tiray, nor is it Cate, believe me. I do not really know if she would be as troubled as you and you two will eventually find yourselves in the equinox of the pandemonium, or if she would be happy, loving and almost perfect and will get all the shits out of you. Wait, is would she really be a girl anyway? If not, it's okay. You two can now be married anyway. Plus, I hope you will make it up with your mother, I am really serious on that. Perhaps deal with her first then deal with Tiray and Cate and all the other girls (and guys) in the book, it would be a lot better, trust me. And do wear your condoms perfectly next time, okay?

But stay with your music, your photos, and your words. Those are very sexy. Oops. And your book's mind porning is better than Fifty Shade of Grey. A lot.

We can have a coffee if you want. My treat. Plus a hug.

From quite a troubled human being too,
Rhea

P.S:
I have written something about Batman and it will be published soon. Wala lang. Share.


Real Life is Quite Broken: Repertory Philippines' August: Osage County

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Repertory Philippines’ adaptation of Pulitzer Prize winner August: Osage County by Tracy Letts celebrates what can be the most cliché topic for soap operas, a broken family with respectively broken family members, only a lot more sinister and hellish.


We Filipinos have (exhaustively) seen the widest plethora of stories of families and their tragedies through decades and decades of media reinforcement that we will utterly despise another one that may come around. The thing is, August: Osage County is one of them, and perhaps, it might have been the very drama that gave out the idea of how a family can be perfectly destroyed. It might have been the very story that started all the stories of wrecked family that are making us puke right now.

It might have been the only show that is true.




The thing about a wrecked family is that they do not view themselves as one. And in the case of the Westons, it only took them one great tragedy for their repressed problems to resurface. And as a broken home would not be broken without the faulty pieces, the individual demons of each family member were unfolded as the story progressed. It cannot be reconciled if one misery was but the fault of the other, or if it was the very thing which caused yet another misery; the domino-effect of Weston’s troubles continued like a mad influenza. The only one left serene and pure inside the falling house was the Indian caretaker which they took as a nuisance in the beginning. She stayed calmed and composed in her attic (countering Charlotte Bronte’s Mad Woman in the Attic archetype in Jane Eyre!) as the Weston family almost killed one another, emotionally, mentally, and even physically, with good old music and quick witty banters (to make it a lot more depressing) in between.

The story ended on the truest way possible. No reconciliations, no apologies, no positivism. And that is how a wrecked family usually is, either it gets worse, or it stays bad.



Tracy Letts’ August: Osage County will make you cry, laugh, cry, love, and cry a lot more. Because there is no escaping life’s true problems.

Repertory Philippines’ August: Osage County runs until March 15. Contact Ticketworld at 891-9999 or visit http://ticketworld.com.ph/ for ticket prices and reservations. You may also visit http://repertoryphilippines.com/ and follow them at @repphils for more “theatrical” updates!

Music Monday: First of Summer by Urbandub (iPod Touch Version)

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I have been Urbandubbing the world these past few days, and you really can't blame me about that.


First of Summer
Urbandub

Parked car
This night sky
Makes city lights shine like diamonds
Our song plays on the radio.

We're living it up
Make this night ours
We own the world
I wish this lasts forever
Alone with you tonight
Further in you feels so right.

Parked car
This night sky
Makes city lights shine like diamonds
Our song plays on the radio.

We're giving it up and just a little more
This heart felt leap I surrender
Arms raised tonight. (arms raised)

We're giving it up and just a little more
This heart felt leap I surrender
Arms raised tonight. (arms raised)

Anywhere with you
Anywhere with you
Anywhere with you

Drive me away
Cuz the night just feels right
Take me away with you tonight
Anywhere with you.

Drive me away
Cuz the night just feels right
Take me away with you tonight
Anywhere with you.

Parked car, this night sky

Parked car
This night sky
Makes city lights shine like diamonds
Our song plays on, our song plays on,
Our song plays on, our song plays on

Our song plays on…
Parked car, night sky
Alone with you tonight…


The kind of song that will really make you feel something.

Like Fishbones to Dogs

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Some thing I wrote when I was having my PMS. The power of blood, ladies and gentlemen.

Like Fishbones to Dogs
Rhea Gulin

People don't care
if you like the color blue
because it reminds you
of the eyes of your first love,
or the polo shirt
of the jock who took everything away
from you during that one night
beneath the blue sky.

People don't care
if you eat a lot at lunchtime
because your parents fought
the entire night
and there was no one
to cook you breakfast
because your mother left
and your father wish she'd die,
or if you eat less at snacktime
because your wallet
simply won't let you have much.

People don't care
if you like comedy
because it's the only thing funny
in this world
because any second
you may have the red flat line,
or if you like drama
and you cry through every scene
because that's the only time
you feel something, at least.

People don't care
if you need them
because you are homeless and
you have to keep your self warm
through the night,
or if you have a house so big
it drowns you everyday
with the emptiness it resonates.

People don't care
if you have always wanted to fly
because everyone that you ever loved
had already flown away,
or because it is a lot easier
than walking through
the material gates of hell.

People don't care.
They just want to know
how your life goes
if it is better than theirs,
or a lot worse,
or somewhere in between,
then they leave.

People don't care
if this means something,
or just empty words floating.

They surely don't.

Aklas 2014: Sa Mga Patayo't Pahalang na Bakal

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Walang taong malaya. Maaaring hindi ka nga nabubuhay sa loob ng isang kulungan, pero may kung anong dilim sa kaibuturan mo na hindi mo matakasan. Maaaring malaya kang gawin ang lahat ng gusto mo pero nakukulong ka naman sa takot na gawin ang lahat ng ito. Pwede ring nagawa mo na ang lahat ng nais mo, pero ngayon ay bilanggo ka na ng ideyang wala nang susunod pa dahil nga nagawa mo na ang lahat.

In short, hanggang nabubuhay ka pa, bilanggo ka.

Bilanggo ka ng buhay.



Ang Aklas 2014: Sa Mga Patayo't Pahalang na Bakal ay naglalayong (kahit papaano ay) mapalaya ang mga mambabasa sa pamamagitan ng paglalahad ng iba't ibang mukha ng pagkakabilanggo. Mula sa pisikal na pagkakakulong sa piitan hanggang sa pagkakakulong sa iyong mismong pangalan, naipakita ng Aklas na kahit kailanman ay hindi makukulong ang imahe ng pagkakakulong sa mga patayo't pahalang na bakal- minsan nga ang mabuhay sa labas nito ang siyang mismong nagbibilanggo sa iyo.

Bagama't naging malawak at malalim ang naging pagtatalakay ng konsepto ng pagkakabilanggo sa Aklas, sa aking palagay ay mas mabuti kung naipakita ng mas malinaw ang proseso ng paglaya sa pagkakaayos ng mga akda. Maaaring magumpisa sa mga akdang nagpapakita ng 1.) realisasyon ng pagkakakulong; 2.) sa mga akdang nagpapahiwatig ng pagnananais na lumaya; 3.) sa mga akdang kasalukuyan ay umaalpas palabas sa mga patayo't pahalang na bakal; 4.) sa mga nakalaya na; at ang huli ay 5.) sa mga nakalaya na at kasalukuyang nagpapalaya ng iba.


Ang mga larawan, dibuho, at mga graphics na ipinakita sa bawat pagitan ng mga akda sa Aklas ay lalong nagpaigting sa dinamikong paglalahad ng pagkakabilanggo at paglaya. Nagkaroon ng impresyon ng paggalaw na talaga naman ay esensyal sa pag-aaklas. Ang mga bata sa cover art ng Aklas ay makikitang nakalaya sa patayo't pahalang na bakal sa back page, representasyon ng mga mambabasang (sana nga ay) napalaya ng mga lupon ng akda sa loob ng antolohiya.

Ito ang ilan sa mga akda na lubusan kong nagustuhan:

4. Beyond the Queer Labyrinth ni Regie M. Lutoc




"(a) We simply can't trap ourselves in the box of traditions. Alexander the Great and Ptolemy treasured an ardent partnership. Beyond companionship. Clashing of two incalescent bodies in the verge of war. Finding comfort in the middle of discomfort."

Matagumpay na naipakita ng akdang ito ang madilim, pasikut-sikot, mapusok at kadalasan ay pinangingilagang labirinto ng homosekswalidad. Binigyan ng bagong atake ang gasgas na gasgas nang paksa; imbes na ilahad ang kasalukuyan ng mga homosekswal ay ipinakita ang nakaraan nito na siyang nagsasabing ito ay isang bagay na kailanman ay hindi na mawawala sa lipunan. Ang pagkakagamit ng mga prominenteng lalaki sa kasaysayan ng mundo tulad nina Alexander the Great at Ptolemy ay nagpapahiwatig na kailanman ay hindi pwedeng maliitin ang mga homosekswal gayong minsan na silang tiningala ng lahat. Tahasang ipinahayag ng tula na ang mga homosekswal kailanman ay hindi natakot, hindi natatakot at lalong-lalong hindi matatakot sa mga panghuhusgang ibinabato sa kanila ng lipunan.

3. Unbearable Blindness of Being ni Ian Harvey A. Claros




"I decided to abandon a vision they dumped into me because my dark solitude was brighter and lustrous than this well lighted world."

Kapansin-pansin ang pagiging matalino ng pangunahing tauhan sa kabila ng tinataglay nitong kapansanan. Nakita ang paradoksikal na pagtingin ng lipunan sa kadiliman. Maihahalintulad ang pangunahing tauhan sa isang sanggol sa sinapupunan ng isang ina na nagtatanong tungkol sa kabuuan ng mundo na siyang sumira sa kadalisayan ng kanyang pagkatao sa kinalaunan. Naguumapaw sa mga alusyon ang akda na siyang lalong nagpapalalim sa malalim na ngang mensahe nito. Sa lawak ng mga paksang nasakop nito na sumasaklaw mula sa personal hanggang politikal na aspeto ng buhay, korapsyon ng tao, higit ano pa man, ang pangunahing imahen na nagmumutawi sa kabuuan ng kwento.

Nakakalungkot lamang talagang isipin na tila nagkaroon ng isang malaking aberya sa paglalagay ng titulo ng akdang ito. Isang malaking porsyento ng kabuuang mensahe ng kwento ang natanggal kasabay ng pagkawala ng pangunahing alusyon nito.

2. Para sa Mananahi ni Kevin Armingol



"Sa huli, muli kang kikilalanin bilang Manlilikha
Sa lawas at lawak ng mundo
Ng iyong makina
Sa mga bilang na lang na taon
Sa naghihinalang orasan ng iyong
buhay,
At iaabot sa kulubot mong palad ang bayad
O tutumbas na halaga sa kalidad na iyong ginawaw
At pasasalamatan; ngunit hindi
Ng iyong mga apo na kanina pa nakamasid
Sa kanilang tagpi-tagping damit
at sikmura."

Ang istorya sa likod ng bawat manggagawang Pilipinong humihingi ng saklolo. Perpektong napagtagpi-tagpi ng akda ang iba't ibang larawan ng pagtangis ng isang normal na mananahi. Hindi naging pilit ang paggamit ng mga imahe, bagkus ay naging banayad ang paglalahad ng malalim na mensahe ng tula. Tulad na nga lang ng isang buradadong tela na kung ano ang ikinaganda ng harap ay siya namang ikinagulo ng likuran, naipahayag ng tulang ito na sa likod ng mga magagarang produkto ng mga manggagawa ay ang kanilang masalimuot na buhay na kahit kailanman ay sila lamang ang makakaalam.

1. Ligawan sa Riverside ni Jolly M. Lugod




"Isa-isang namaalam sa amin ang mga kabahayan sa Riverside na nahahagip ng aming paningin sa labas ng ordinaryong bus. Parang sinematikong pelikula na hinahabol kami ng mga puno ng niyog na namamaalam din. Iiwan ko na ang trabaho ko sa pagmamaneho."

Kung ang tubig ang naging sentro ng sibilisasyon sa kasaysayan, ang tahasang pagsira dito ay ang siya ring sisira sa kabuuan ng isang lipunan. Bagama't ikinubli ng akdang ito ang kanyang malalim na mensahe sa likod ng isang kwento ng pag-ibig (na talaga namang epektibo at nakakakilig), kapansin-pansin pa rin ang panaka-nakang pagatake nito sa iba't ibang isyung panlipunan. Una ay ang pribatisasyon at kung paanong ang simpleng pagpapalit ng pangalan ng isang lugar ay naghuhudyat ng kabuuang korapsyon nito; ikalawa ay ang pagbabago ng kultura at tradisyon hindi dahil sa dinamikong paggalaw nito kung hindi dahil sa pilit itong pinapabilis ng komersyalismo; at ikatlo ay ang kung paanong ang kamalayan ng tao, lalong lalo na ng kabataan, ay nasisira dahil sa kadahilanang wala na rin naman itong ibang pamimilian kung hindi ang sumabay na rin sa isang sirang lipunan. Maihahalintulad ang daloy ng kwento sa mga tanyag na epiko kung saan kinailangan ng isang bayani mula sa labas na dalisay at puro ang kalooban, upang maisalba ang mga tao sa loob ng isang nawasak nang lugar. Ang pag-iibigan ng dalawang tao, higit ano pa man, ang siyang perpektong salamin ng kumplikasyon ng buhay.

Sa kabuuan, ang Aklas 2014: Sa Mga Patayo't Pahalang na Bakal ay nagtagumpay na malipon ang mga akdang nais magpalaya. Ngunit syemre, nasa mamababasa pa rin kung hahayaan nila ang sarili nilang lumaya.

Music Monday: Sana x Sana Dalawa ang Puso Ko Mash-Up by Up Dharma Down

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I have been feeling something really uncool lately. The last time I felt this way, I became pretty useless for three straight years.


Sana x Sana Dalawa ang Puso Ko (Mash-Up)
Up Dharma Down

Nilibot na ang buong mundo
Di pa rin ako nakukuntento
Makakahanap ng ipapalit
Nang walang babala
Lumipas ay nagbabalik pala

Nalilito na ako hindi na dapat gan'to
Nakaraan ay natapos at napagdaanan na
Bakit na sisindak pa sa t'wing naaalala
Matatauhan na wala ka na pala

Ako sila'y nandito na
Ikaw na lang ang kulang
Anong lunod o lalim ba't 'di na lang lumutang
Anong pait ang matamis at aking susubukan
Anong silbi ng narito
'Di mo na kailangan

Hindi nga nagtagal ang pagpapanggap na 'to
Kaliwa at kanan harap at likod ano mang anggulo
Titigan ay bumibigay ako

Damdamin ay kay bigat
Naisip na ang lahat
Wala na ba talaga akong magagawa pa

Ako sila'y nandito na
Ikaw na lang ang kulang
Anong lunod o lalim ba't 'di na lang lumutang
Anong tamis ang mapait at aking iiwasan
Walang silbi ang narito
'Di mo na kailangan

Wala na bang makakapantay at di na ba dapat pang maghintay
Ako lang ba ang nagkasala?
Kumakapit sa natitirang sana.

Kung babalik ka pa hanggang kailan kaya?
Ako dito mag aabang na magdutong na ang patlang
Ang kulang ay mapupunan wala nang makahahadlang
Wala na yatang hihigit sa pangungulila ko
Iba na bang nagbibigay ng mga kailangan mo?

Parang kailan lang, buhay ko'y walang gulo
May minamahal, at minamahal ako
Nang makilala ka, buhay ko'y biglang nagbago
Ako'y nagtataka, puso ko'y litong-lito

Bakit nga ganyan iisa ang puso natin?
Hindi naman natin maaaring hatiin


Sana dalawa ang puso ko
Hindi na sana nalilito
Kung sino sa inyo
Sana dalawa ang puso ko
Hindi na sana kailangan pang,
pumili sa inyo...

Para bang tukso, na 'di ko kayang matalo
Isip ko'y lito, walang mapili sa inyo
Sabi nga nila, di maaaring magpantay
Pag-ibig sa dal'wa, kaya't tanong ko lagi ay

Bakit nga kaya iisa ang puso natin?
Hindi naman natin maaaring hatiin

Sana dalawa ang puso ko
Hindi na sana nalilito
Kung sino sa inyo
Sana dalawa ang puso ko
Hindi na sana kailangan pang,
pumili sa inyo...

Sana, oh, sana
Ohhh Sana, oh, sana

Oh sana
Kay higpit ng kapit sa unan kagabi ko
Oh sana
Inaasam muling makatabi at mahalik sana.

"Para sa mga pusong kailanman hindi na mabubuo." - Armi Millare @ U.P Fair Roots 2014

Book Review: Dumot by Alan Navarra

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Alan Navarra's Dumot is what happens when you get all your anger out and decided that they will do better with unfathomable graphics.


"I hate it. Like the last kiss from a scorned one-nighter. Like the walls of inch-thick dirt that have been there for 14 years. Redundant conversations in a basement that echo for months on end. A staircase with old, stinky wood. Prime time kabobohan. 4-day old socks. Reflective surfaces in moments of discomfort. Blood all the wrong places. A painful gut. And just like the pain of process-oriented frustration, I hate it." - Goodreads


OUTRAGEOUS METER:


Dumot introduces us the urban world of Michael Perez- whose existence we have to mourn about (because he himself mourns about it anyway). It follows his attempt to survive his hostile world of rude co-workers, misunderstood boss, disbanding musicians and other seemingly mundane stuff that got him grudging. There isn't much of a story in there actually; instead, we are brought to what can be the darkest cave in the world- an introvert's mind complete with all the possible kind of angst known to man. A series of scammers' texts, an unfinished resignation letter (which I actually expected to turn into a suicide note), confidential messages, random thought balloons, angry/ anger alphabets, slimy alien-kind of graphics, etc. If there is something Alan Navarra does not know, it is chronology.


In spite of its short length and the fact that it is mostly made up of graphics, Dumot is not an easy read. It isn't something that you can spare for your bus rides, or well truth be told, when you're emancipating yourself from your digestive toxins. It demands time and mental preparation. Sooner or later, you will find yourself re-reading a line or even an entire page, or actually, even a series of pages in an attempt to understand even a single thing that is happening. The thing about Dumot is that it seems so profound and monumental, but really, it is nothing but a concoction of life's shits and how they make us feel alive. For a moment, you will be forced to understand what is happening, as if your mind is consciously pushing itself to create at least an image of a brisk storyline. However, as the words get more and more complicated and so are the bizarre graphics, you will eventually find yourself just swallowing everything. You will read the rest of the book as if it is your own words, it will immerse to your deepest thoughts. There aren’t many books in the world that have the ability to penetrate its readers, no matter how ambiguous that sounds, but nevertheless, Dumot is one of them.


Perhaps it is because of the fact that it discussed such a wide and encompassing topic (life's shits, okay), that all the readers will be able to find a little of themselves somewhere in between the perplexing life of the major character, whose characterization becomes more and more diluted as the story becomes more and more obfuscating (I told you we have to mourn about him). Let us face it, every workers in the world no matter how perfect their jobs can be have complained about their bosses in one way or another; or perhaps something more general, not a single soul in this world remained stoic and unemotional when Eraserheads and Oasis disbanded.

It is as if Alan Navarra is in fact a chronicler of all of us, whose main goal is to record all the bad stuff happening to us, and Michael Perez is just unfortunate enough to be the product. How nice is that.

"Go ahead. You can line me up with the fuck nuts, The kind of people who, as of yet cannot be fathomed, dismantled, defined, helped and cured by society and science. People who are used to finger-pointing, but cannot really be placed a finger on. Can't put a digit on them, can't really contain them. So the world adjusts to these blurs in their own minds, these day creepers and night stalkers who tread the line between creativity, creator and creation: living through sleepless nights, wallowing disappointment of being awake during hours meant for sleeping." - Dumot, Alan Navarra

"Your face is an awkward moment." - Dumot, Alan Navarra

"Dagadagan pa natin ang pagkukulang mo sa pansin at paligo. Dahil kahit dapat walang iwanan basta't ikaw kasama ko aalis na 'ko. Mag-isa ka na dyan." - Dumot, Alan Navarra



* Dumot is available at Lazada Philippines. Cash on delivery and free shipping nationwide! Check out their website for more promo and discounts. You may also follow their twitter account @LazadaPH and like their Facebook page Lazada Philippines.

From 10 to 1: The 10 years of Komikon

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Perhaps one of the things that are left unsaid about me is that I am actually a drop-dead fan of Pinoy Komiks... especially Zuma Series, that creep got me big time.


The sixth of this event since 2009, Summer Komikon 2014 will be held on April 12, 2014 from 10 am to 7pm at the Bayanihan Center, Unilab Compound in Pasig City. 

This event will commemorate the very first Komikon starting with their special guests from 2005. First guest is international comic superstar, Leinil Yu, artist of Marvel titles such as Secret Invasion, Indestructible Hulk and the co-creator of Super Crooks and Superior. Comic creator Arnold Arre makes a comeback with his new book, Rodski Patoski: Ang Dalagang Baby, collaboration with Gerry Alanguilan. Arre also returns with two animated shorts, “Milky Boy” and “Andong Agimat: Kanya ang Kalye”. Third guest is Macoy Tang, an independent comic book artist, featuring his comic book “Ang Maskot”, which has been adapted into an Indie short  film directed by Chris Costello & Mihk Vergara. Both animated shorts of Arre  and the Indie movie of Macoy will be shown during the event.


Komikon will also be releasing their second publication, Sulyap 2. This is the 2nd anthology featuring nine of the freshest creators who regularly release their own comic titles during past events and have won in Komikon contests. Komikon’s KOMIKALYE, their very own lineup of local international stars features regular stalwarts: Stephen Segovia (Redhood & the Outlaws), Heubert Khan Michael (Vampirella), Lui Antonio (Deja Thoris), Jomar Bulda, and is joined by first timers: Mico Suayan (Thor), Jim Jimenez, Kim Jacinto (Thunderbolts), Elmer Damaso (Voltron Robotech). Conference rooms C & D houses a showcase of new talents in the Indie Komiks Tiangge as well as the KOMIKON Nook, a place to read local comic books.

Cool stuff to excite you:

Manix Abrera's Kikomachine Komix Blg. 10 Sanduguan ng Sangkalawakan!



David Hontiveros and Alan Navarra's Seroks: Iteration 2



Abangan, the annual anthology of the best Philippine komiks. Co-edited by Rob Cham, Adam David, Carljoe Javier, and Elbert Or.




People behind Komikon is also opening their event for your own stuff!

1. Exhibitor and Sponsor Registration is now open - http://goo.gl/IT1xS8
2. Indie tiangge registration is now open - http://goo.gl/oJPci0
3. Volunteer registration- to be announced

Komikon Complete Schedule:



Be sure to come in early to get freebies! Gates open at 10am. Tickets are P100. Visit their website www.komikon.org for more details, like us at http://www.facebook.com/komikon.org and follow us at @komikontweets with the hashtag #sk2014. You may also email us at inquiry@komikon.org for information.

* This event is presented to you by KOMIKON Inc. and BUQO, sponsored by Comic Odyssey, National Bookstore; their official newspaper sponsor, The Manila Bulletin; their official cable TV sponsor, Hero TV; their online media partner, wheninmanila.com; and thanks to items sponsored by Pickld and Art Initiative. Thanks to their Contest Sponsor – Quantum Amusement & their event partners – Cosplay.PH, Iloilo Con and UP Grail.

Music Monday: Days Are Gone by HAIM

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Currently the best arranged music in the whole wide world.


Days Are Gone
HAIM

And I got back up
When I lost control over it all, over it all
And I knew that I couldn´t take no more
´Cause I want it all, I want it all
All the times I´ve said it
All the times I´ve said it before
Those days are gone
´Cause you didn´t know how
And I know that now
I want it all, I want it all

Felt like I was walking on a tight rope
Those days are gone, those days are gone
Sometimes I wish I didn´t miss you at all
Those days are gone
Holding on, holding on, holding on
Those days are gone
And now I´m waiting for the day to dawn
Those days are gone

I remember when you found it hard to give
But I gave it all, I gave you my all
You only took one side
When all my hopes ran dry
Those dreams are gone, gone all along
All the times I said it
All the times I´ve said it before
I´m moving on
You can have my past, I´ll never get that back
I´m moving on, ´cause those days are gone

Days are gone
All my love that I can´t hide
All my love now you can´t find it

I have made up my mind that never will I ever consider partying hard if it will not be with HAIM's music. There I said it.

Music Monday: What More?

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If Spotify is a man he is the type that will keep you breathless. Everytime.



I have told you guys once that the only crime I am guilty of is piracy. Well now, I am absolutely crime free *bleeeeh :(* because Spotify lets me listen to music legally for free. I don't know how that thing goes, all I know is that if it is some kind of a cold night and you are completely loveless yet know for a fact that you are a catch, well Spotify.


BEHOLD MY FIRST SPOTIFY PLAYLIST!

What More? is made up of drown songs. Like when you accidentally went too far and realized you cannot actually swim, you drown. It's up to you if you'll consider that a metaphor. I am not that much of a profound person, as some of you might think.

1. An Ocean Apart- Julie Delpy
2. Eleanor Rigby- The Beatles
3. Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want- The Smiths
4. There's a Lonely Road to Sunday Night- Ciudad
5. Love Knows How to Fight- M. Craft
6. Cannoball- Damien Rice
7. Landslide- Fleetwood Mac
8. Bookends- Simon and Garfunkel
9. Half Moon- Blind Pilot
10. An Ocean Apart- Julie Delpy


Follow me on Spotify at rheagulin and see all my musical dillydallies. And I mean all. Even when I am listening to super cool stuff that I do not want you to know about like Maja Salvador's Purple Album.


Special thanks to Mr. Alan Navarra who sponsored my Spotify account! You will forever be loved sir.

Book Review: Si Janus Silang at ang Tiyanak ng Tabon

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Edgar Calabia Samar's Si Janus Silang at ang Tiyanak ng Tabon is what you get when you mix the excitement of video games and the fright of supernatural creatures. Combined with the perfect amount of filial piety and unrequited love. So yes, for a book with less than 200 pages, it isn't that heavy. NOT AT ALL.

That's sarcastic. Just in case.



Title: Si Janus Silang at ang Tiyanak ng Tabon
Author: Edgar Calabia Samar
Synopsis:

In a TALA Online tournament in the town of Balanga, all the players fell dead, save for Janus. Soon after that, teen after teen suffered deaths in computer shops around the country. Janus was contacted by someone who calls himself Joey, apparently another survivor of TALA like him. Janus did not expect the truths he would discover, weaving him into the mystery of the RPG that enthralled him—and into the legend of the Tiyanak from Tábon! - Adarna House

OUTRAGEOUS METER:


I never gave an "impossible to put down" judgement to any of the books I had read. Practically because all of the books I had seen with that blurb were indeed impossible to put down because you would rather put them away. Like really really really far away from you. But for the first time, I would say that I didn't put this one down. I read Si Janus Silang at ang Tiyanak ng Tabon for five straight hours and it came rather imperative. It is simply impossible to resist going on and on because it emits the kind of excitement and curiosity that is just too heavy to bear- in a relatively fast-paced time frame. I am not a big fan of adventure stories so I do not really have enough metaphors to describe the feeling. But when you see a very cute panda jumping off a cliff, that's the kind of adrenaline rush you will get as you read this book. That's too much I'm telling you!

This was me talking to myself while reading. Excuse the profanity.

This is one Filipino novel that does not demand to be over-read in spite of its profundity. Of all these years that I have been reading Filipino novels, I kind of get the feeling that they always hint something deeper or more, well, political. Although it is inevitable, and there is absolutely nothing bad about that, but it is just nice to have something that does not shout I AM FAR FAR FAR BIGGER THAN HOW YOU ARE READING ME NOW. Si Janus Silang at ang Tiyanak ng Tabon is not like that. In spite of that one tiny scene that has a conspicuous mark of political activism, it will let you enjoy it's beauty first. Then, it is wholly up to you if you will go farther from there. Such a breath of fresh air.

Buttttt, what I love the most about Si Janus Silang at ang Tiyanak ng Tabon is its use of Filipino supernatural characters. I always have this weird attachment to the concept of Aswangs and other Filipino dark creatures. Perhaps it is because I grew up knowing them... and I am still asking my parents why. It is an all win situation actually. To those who are not yet familiar with the different Filipino supernatural creatures... why aren't you?! Well, Si Janus Silang at ang Tiyanak ng Tabon can give you a good head start. On the other hand, to those who have known all about them ever since, this book will show you that you do not know enough yet, that there is so much more in store for you. While giving you a very exciting adventure, Si Janus Silang at ang Tiyanak ng Tabon will also give you an in depth guide to Filipino history and culture.


Once a Jejemon, forever a Jejemon.

Si Janus Silang at ang Tiyanak ng Tabon is the closest a Filipino has ever been to J.K Rowling's Harry Potter and J.R.R Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings, at least for now. And as to how this first book goes, this series is up with the kind of adventure Filipinos would definitely love.

Edgar Calabia Samar's Si Janus Silang at ang Tiyanak ng Tabon will have its book launch this coming May 10 at National Bookstore SM North! You can like its official Facebook Page Janus Silang Series.

* This blog post is a part of Si Janus Silang at ang Tiyanak ng Tabon's official blog tour sponsored by Adarna House. Like their official Facebook Page Adarna House  or follow them on Twitter @AdarnaHouse.


The Official Rant-ification of this Blog

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I owe this blog a gigantic box of pizza.

There is no special reason why I have been away from the blogosphere. I wish there is. I wish I went on a trip and met the love of my life, and through those nights that I should have been writing, I was with him instead, perhaps watching a noir film. But I was pretty lazy the entire summer that I haven't gone anywhere aside the Metro and my house... and I am still irrevocably single. Or maybe, I could have won the lottery and had started my personal coffee business. So while you guys were waiting for my updates (which I definitely doubt) I was doing some auditing and brewing some coffee. But I was close to being broke, even until now. I have a writing job that does not pay well and I have been pretty sloppy with my expenses... and I am still single.

Or the greatest thing that I had always wished to happen... I wish I was writing something grand. Something I was really serious about to announce, and something that could at least prove me that I REALLY SHOULD WRITE all throughout my entire existence.

The point here is that nothing happened and so I told you nothing. I wish I lived for something, even for a little while. But spot on, I definitely didn't.

And I am still single.

I feel like I am fluttering, for the nth time. I guess, I have always been like this, thoroughly pointless. It's like I know what I want to do, but I always lack the motivation. I lack the sight of future. I lack the ability to go beyond what I want. Which I know, is pretty dumb.

I have so confirmed this idea through a series of mind-boggling conversations. I guess the people involved did not realize it, but they kind of hit me right to the core. One of these conversations came out rather shallow, wait, DEFINITELY SHALLOW.

Someone: So you're graduating?
Me: Yes.
Someone: So what will you do next?
Me: Write!
Someone: Write what?
Me: ...

And I completely ended there. I did not realize, until now, that dreams should be specific, or at least, you should know where you're heading to. What do I want to write anyway? What am I writing now by the way? With those I am completely clueless about. The thing is, I have gone used to the fact that I JUST WANT TO WRITE, nothing more and nothing less. But what happens after I have written something? SHIT. SHIT HAPPENS.

And life, being the total bitch he/she/it is, surrounds me with the finest people the youth today can ever imagine. I am definitely not envious about them, in fact, I am really happy. I feel so privileged seeing them grow into something really grand. They are all packed with strong ideologies and idiosyncrasies, and they definitely know how to fight for them. And they are now fighting for them. But they involuntarily post the most haunting question ever "What about you, Rhea?". Yes. What about me? Well, I have got some ideas in here and I keep them inside a box. And I do not know what to do with them. And they definitely do not know what to do with their own self either.

What the actual fck.

I should end here because I have been really really angry. I think. I hope to keep up with this blog soon.

And I am still single.


Limang Awitin Para Kay B

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Halos dalawang buwan na noong nabasa ko ang Para Kay B ni Ricky Lee, pero hanggang ngayon, hindi pa rin ako nakakaahon mula sa pagkalunod dito.

Siguro ganoon naman talaga. May mga bagay na hindi mo kailanman magawang bitawan. Tulad ng paborito mong kumot simula pa noong bata ka, o yung pacifier mo kahit magbebente ka na.

At meron ding mga bagay na hindi ka kailanman bibitawan.

Tulad na lang ng letse na librong ito na ipapaalala sayo ng limang beses na kahit anong sakit na maramdaman mo, iibig at iibig ka pa rin. At iibig. At iibig. At iibig.


"Me quota ang pag-ibig. Sa bawat limang umiibig, isa lang ang magiging maligaya. Ang iba, iibig sa di sila iniibig. Iibig nang di natututo. O iibig sa wala. O di iibig kailanman." - Ricky Lee, Para Kay B

At siguro noong pagkabasa mo niyan, tulad ko, agad mong sinubukan tignan kung saan ka kabilang. Kung sa tingin mo ikaw iyong magiging maligaya, ipagpatuloy mo ang pangarap na iyan. Good luck sayo. Pero kung maligaya ka na talaga. Good luck pa rin. At para doon sa mga taong aminadong hindi sila pasok sa quota, hindi ka nag-iisa. Good luck sa atin.

Wala na atang mas epektibong paraan para ihayag ang Para Kay B kung hindi sa tulong ng mga kanta. Tutal naman hindi mo talagang maiiwasan na magsenti sa pagbabasa ng librong ito, hayaan mo akong tulungan kang pumili ng mga kantang lalo kang papasakitan. Hindi na kailangan ng salamat, lalo na kung ito na ang suicide song mo. Walang anuman.

1. "Isa lang ang magiging maligaya..."

Wag Na Sana 'Kong Gumising Mag-isa ng Jastafraz's Chechebureche (feat. Uela Basco)

"Yakapin mo ako, wag munang lalayo. Ayokong mawala, ating pagsasama..."


2. "Iibig sa di sila iniibig..."

Suntok Sa Buwan ng Session Road

"Hindi mo napapansin, kailangan mo akong dinggin. 'Di habang buhay ika'y aantayin..."


3. "Iibig nang di natututo..."

Ikaw Pa Rin ng Juana

"Bakit nga ba 'tong pusong nasugatan tila nais paring maramdaman tamis ng yakap mo't halik..."


4. "Iibig sa wala..."

Silid ng Up Dharma Down

"Humihinto ang mundo, para lang sa iyo..."


5. "Hindi iibig kailanman."

Tumatakbo ng Mojofly

"Tatanggapin na lang ba ang malupit na tadhana? O kaya'y tatanggapin na lang ba na ako'y sadyang hindi pinagpala?"


Eto na siguro ang pinakamalalang quota na tatalo sa lahat ng quota courses ng mga State University.

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If the world ended last May 28 at exactly 4:05 in the afternoon, these are our last moments.


But it didn't, which was pretty awesome. So I was able to huddle these video clips together to make a "video project" featuring the lives of eight people during May 28 at exactly 4:00 - 4:05 PM.

Can you still remember what you were doing that time?
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