Wednesday, August 31, 2011

On Filipinism-Isang Alay sa Wika

I hate myself for not being able to write well in Filipino and to think that I call myself an advocate of our culture and language. And so, dahil August ngayon at Buwan ng Wika, ihahandog ko ang isang tula na nililok ng aking utak kahapon habang ako'y umiinom ng kape sa aming hapag-kainan.


Balat-kayong ngiti
animo'y kutitap ng mga alitaptap
na nagpapanggap na mga tala.

Ang mga huni ng mga pipit
musikang nagbibigay himig
sa makamundong kalungkutang
iyong nababatid

Sa pagdaloy ng batis
at sa lawiswis ng hangin
iyong maamoy ang baho
ng iyong mga kilos.
Marumi. Malangsa.

Anino ng nakaraan 
gusto mong matakasan,
subalit nakagapos ka
sa sarili mong mga gawa.

Ang pluma ang iyong sandata
sa paglimot ng nakalipas.
Ang papel ang saksi
ng iyong pagsisisi.

Lipad na ibong nakagapos.
Ngumiti 'pagkat walang nakakabatid. 

Pasensya na kung di masyadong maganda. Hindi ako ganyan ka bihasa sa Filipino at Bisaya ang aking pangunahing dialect.

Friday, August 19, 2011

Lady Gaga - Yoü And I (Official Video)

It takes a lot of gaga to become a man and  a mermaid Oh well, she is the Mother of Confidence after all.  

Wednesday, August 17, 2011


Last night, the remaining two kittens died. It left me devastated and if guilt had a mouth, I would've been swallowed whole. I'll never touch a newborn kitten or any other kind of living creature again. Including plants. I don't have a green thumb and I guess that applies to animals as well.

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Our Financial Accounting Volume 3 Midterms this morning was death defying, Trust me. It's that difficult. I can only hope that I've packed enough knowledge come Auditing Problems next next semester. 

Speaking of, I have to memorize pa pala. Effifn' Auditing Theory. Ang taas kaya nung engagement letter. magfill in the blanks ba naman. Tsk.

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I guess I'm gonna have to take a break from blogging for the next two days. I have to gear up for our Midterm exams. Pray that I won't be led astray. Haha.

Yeah, and also. Our Internet connection needs a face lift. It is so slow. Tsk. 

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

The Tale of Two Kittens

It was unexpected when Punsa gave birth to four kittens last Saturday. It would've been fashionable for she gave birth in our closet, but see, we don't really own Dolce's and Gucci's, so the event would only have to be dubbed as unfortunate, messy and well, unfortunate. 

I hated her for doing so. First of all, our clothes! I hate smelly clothes and though it wasn't as bloody as I imagined the birth to be, it still was smelly so I had no choice but to remove everything in our closet. The bed was full and I had to rummage around to find the other kitten-presumably the first born- that Punsa left on our mattress.

With sheer disgust-pardon me- and desire to have a clean clothes rack, I took the liberty of touching her newborns and transferred these to a box which I then took to the room next to mine. I now realized that I just committed the greatest mistake of my life.

How was I supposed to know that you were not supposed to touch a newborn kitten because your smell might linger on its skin and the mother may no longer recognize it? How was I supposed to know that when in the first place, Punsa is not my cat and that it was her first time to give birth in our house?

Two kittens died because of my ignorance. The other two are still battling and though it hurts my ego to say it, I was the reason these innocent lives were suffering.
Ignorance of the law excuses no one. I have blood-stained hands.

Sunday, August 14, 2011


Yesterday I updated my blog title and About page. Not that it was part of my idea of Refresh, its just that I realized that my previous blog title wasn't catchy enough. Anyway, here's a list of musings I had these past few days, including those from yesterday while I was at the market. Sales have been few these days. 

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Beauty is a curse that affects those who don't have it. It is a disease that is passed from one generation to another and those who are immune from it grow green with envy. 

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He is hot, like the weather, and I can only chuckle at the cliche that I have created.

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I thirst for literature that I haven't drunk for a while. A Murukami is knocking in my heart and I can only tell it to stay for I don't have the means to read it yet.

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The dark smells like freshly burnt roast and pungent kerosene. I tasted the air and the butterflies fluttered with hunger and disgust.

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The murky waters are like acid to me.

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Frustrated. A cat bit me. Is that rabies knocking on my door? It's like a vampire bit, you know, the one in movies. Two parallel dots, smudged, pink and red. Wondering if I'd turn into a cat, or better yet,Catwoman. 

Wednesday, August 10, 2011


At this point, I need to reshuffle and rethink a few items in my life. It has been quite a mess these past few days and I, being a character who hates clutter, has no alternative but to clean up.

Trust, I learned is very difficult to earn. I realized that when my mom explicitly and unreservedly told me that she didn't trust me. I never understood why she thought I was a member of a fraternity just because I went to school on two consecutive Saturdays (JPIA Days on the first one and role play practice for the second). My friend Jase retorted that I should have told her that it wasn't a fraternity but a 'federasyon'. I agreed. My nails would never fit on brotherhood wars. But even if it hurts to be untrusted by my own mother, I wouldn't hate her. She is after all my mother and forgiveness is key to happiness.

Secondly, I need to learn self-control. I am impulsive and after a series of debts and stomach (and groin) pains, I knew that this has to stop. It is never good to act without thought.

I also need to abstain from laziness. My grades have been running downhill lately and a major boost is the only way to keep my pride and scholarship alive.

I'm thankful to God for these realizations These may be petty compared to the world's problems but I know that the a better person can contribute to a better world.

And so, for this planet and for myself, I thereby click, refresh.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Fashio Folio: Aivan the Great

Fashion has been and will always be my religion, and so, to pay homage to the gods of stitching and weaving, I present to you a weekly series that feature my undying love for the most commercial of all arts.

It is to be noted that Aivan Magno's surname came from the Latin term 'magnus' which means great, the root of the words magnificent and magnanimous. It was also the same surname that Alexander the Great used.

Fusing Ifugao Inspired Outfits and Trompe-L’œil Ceilings

photos from: AivanMagno's lookbook and chictopia

You’ll see him sporting a red hair this week, then blue on the next. If he’s not in his Ifugao-inspired outfit, you’ll see him rocking a studded leather jacket or a shredded top. These are some of the few things that make Aivan Magno stand out from your ordinary fashion blogger who gets in front of the camera in an all-branded ensemble. It takes creativity, resourcefulness and authenticity to your personal style to become one of the fastest fashion bloggers to reach the Style Icon position in

Interestingly, “wala naman talaga ako sa fashion world.” Backed by a degree in Interior Design and a deeper appreciation of our cultural heritage, Aivan is out to challenge our conventional perception of art from his Ifugao inspired outfits up to his love for trompe-l’œil ceilings and accessory-less spaces. We spent a day with Aivan to know more about the boy with the ever changing hair color and his thoughts on design, culture and the Philippines.

The name Aivan Magno is usually associated with and Does your outfit posts reflect your inspiration or the themes of your works in Interior Design and Architecture? Yes, but not all the time. For my outfits, I usually get inspired by other bloggers and models in the runway. While for my works, I have to know first my client’s preferences then I get inspiration from random things around me and give it a twist by adding local motifs.

Without a doubt, you are one of the most creative people we’ve seen. How do you keep your ideas fresh and evolving?
Thank you! I really appreciate it. I’m very blessed to have such hardworking parents to be given the opportunity to see other country’s culture and design scene. It’s all about taking risks and thinking three steps forward.
How far does Filipino Culture inspire your works?
As far as it can go!

You mentioned that you designed your house and its furniture pieces. Tell us more about this – from your inspiration, scope of what to design down to how it was executed and the reaction of your relatives and friends.
It’s actually more like renovating our house. Our house was basically Mediterranean with Philippine Old World details. When my parents decided to renovate our house, I was given the challenge to make it more contemporary. What I did was use my lola’s old lounge chairs and gave them custom made-Roy Lichtenstein’s painting upholstery. I also designed custom made-Andy Warhol curtains for our kitchen. As for their reaction, they can no longer wait for me to graduate and fix their houses!
Your works can be a bit unconventional for the taste of the Filipinos. Do you think the country is ready to receive the works of Aivan Magno?
I’m always ready to collaborate and compromise with their standards!
How are you planning to make a mark in the field of design? What’s your “competitive advantage” over other interior designers?
I always ask myself that question and my answer would always be, sadly, I don’t know. I still have so much to learn when it comes to the technical and business side of ID. My plan would probably be to keep on committing mistakes and hopefully learn a lot from them. My “competitive advantage” over other IDs would be my very supportive and loving family. They are always behind me, pushing me to my full potential.
If you can get a message across all the Filipino youth without being judged, what would it be?
There are so many things to love about our country don’t be blinded and scared to show it.
(To view full interview and story, please visit

Though we're not related, I'm happy we have the same surname :) Kudos Aivan!

Friday, August 5, 2011

Two Poems


the break of dawn
bursts tinges of purple
to the darkness above.
the alcove of night
slowly surrenders.

another day will emerge.
another gray day.

i look forward for rain.


i speak of metaphors
and the illiterate reacts
of grammatical corrections
and logical contradictions

i speak of metaphors
and the scribes rejoice
new leaves sprout
from the clichéd roots

i speak of metaphors
but nobody cares that
i speak of metaphors