Fête de la Lumière

Stay still and let the colors fill the night
Hold your breath, don’t let it go, not yet
Let it out when the lights cascade too bright
Consider me as someone not bound to forget.

Stay still and let everything just go “bang!”
Hold your breath, don’t let it go, not yet
Let it out when the chorus had just done rang
Consider this as a promise you know I’d kept.

Stay still and let the feeling wash over
Hold your breath, don’t let it go, not yet
Let it out when everything’s all spent
Consider this the day we say, “well met.”


Maybe Either, Maybe Neither, We Just Don’t Know

Rainier Maria Rilke once said, perhaps all the dragons of our lives
are princesses who are only waiting to see us once we’re beautiful and brave.

Maybe you are one of them; perhaps I might be like that, too.
And it might also be that we both are both at the same time
but really, we just don’t know.

Perhaps we’ve been ugly and maybe craven for far too long.
It might also be that we’re neither princesses nor dragons
and we might just be hags for all we know.

Maybe you are and perhaps I might be either, too,
still it’s a waste of time trying to figure out something
that in the end we really don’t , you know, know.



The Kilcher Library

“Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.”

– Rosemary Urquico

(PS: Why can’t I find anything about her in the interwebz huh?)


Okay, apparently, she’s been found. Her name’s actually Rosemarie Urquico, and she’s a writer living in Baguio City. The quote above is a series of emails edited slightly to fit one coherent post and a friend posted it in his Facebook Notes. Someone saw it, put it up on Tumblr and voila, the quote’s been all over the place faster than you can Google who the heck she is.



Just There

It was the start of November and autumn looked like it was in full swing. Everywhere I looked I was attacked with this unexplainable melancholy that I wasn’t really sure I should be feeling. It wasn’t depressing melancholy though  EI wouldn’t dishonor all the proper emos in this world to pretend I was sad when in reality I wasn’t. I guessed it was probably just the feelings evoked in me by the crunchy dried up leaves and the smell of the woods as they prepared themselves for their yearly death,  yearly death meaning winter. I had a lot to say about winter, too, but I shoved that to the back of my mind for the meantime. It was the middle of autumn, for Chrissakes, and I was going to savor every waking hour of that season before I let myself feel the dread for winter.

– Excerpt from my notes of extraordinary emo~ness

Mother Nature is Crazy


It hasn’t been that long since the temperature around here was in the 30’s and we were sweating non-stop if we even dared go out of the door for more than a minute. Summer was such a pain and really it was one of the worst times of the year for me (Winter sucks too but hey at least we have snowboarding during that season so all’s well for me) that I always wanted the months of June, July, August, and part of September to just go zoom by and be gone already.

Now usually by this time, we (and by that, I mean, I) will be eagerly anticipating the awesome Autumn weather and go crazy with the roaming around everywhere to snap photos of every yellow, red, orange leaves that dare present themselves in my line of sight. It’s supposed to be just around 18°C cold. Well, up to three days ago, it was. But now it’s down to around 8°C~12°C. Dang. What gives, Mother Nature? Did you forget Autumn and decided to just jump straight ahead to Winter? Did you just skip my favorite season this year? Grrr. I hate you.

Cambodia 2010

Fiery Sunrise

Cambodia was probably one of the best places I’ve traveled to. But I’m not really a chronic traveler — matter of fact I always prefer the inside of my room than the brightness of the outside world — so I’m not sure how believable I can be when I say it was really great . Also, I’m not really sure if it was really that great or maybe I was just too tired of seeing beaches and mountains and your run-of-the-mill Shinto shrines that are all abound in my native Pinas (the beaches and the mountains) and here in Japan (shrines, temples, and other thingamajig). Maybe I just found the whole place interesting during that time. But whatever, what matters is in the end, I enjoyed that trip and was really bummed that it ended so shortly.

So, anyway, the following photos are some of my picks in the last shutter-bonanza in Siem Reap. The locations visited were the Tonle Sap Fishing Village, the ever famous Angkor Wat (seriously, everyone who goes to Cambodia must go to Angkor Wat),  the Angkor Thom City that houses my favorite Bayon Temple (the one with the massive stone faces on the towers) and the Terrace of Elephants, Ta Phrom (think Angelina Jolie’s Lara Croft: Tomb Raider), and Banteay Srei that has all those carvings of anything Shiva plastered upon its walls.

It took me more than two months to finally finish this album. Yes, I am that slow and yes, there were many, many shots. Like I said above — shutter-bonanza. Whew. So anyway, here goes:

{Warning: image-heavy post ahead}

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Cambodia - Angkor Wat

A displacement is the shortest distance from the initial and final positions of a point P. But the shortest distance doesn’t necessarily mean it’s the fastest or easiest or even the best way to get to where you need to be. Sometimes it’s better to just take your time and follow the longer route. You will be surprised at what you’ll find along the way.