Forward!

We move forward.

Kapisanan Philippine Centre's pilot program CLUTCH: in the papers. http://www.snapdowntowntoronto.com/display/83357/1467/
That's the article in SNAP! Downtown Toronto. A journalist and photog visited opening night of OPEN FIRE: the Debut. They interviewed the Debutantes and showcased our faces and our works in their paper! On top of that they wrote kind kind words about us in the article. Thanks SNAP!


CLUTCH is also in video format: http://vimeo.com/3432008. This video was edited by the lovable Michelle Turingan (www.kidkulit.com). Check us out!


Then we gots my play "Sana" in the Carlos Bulosan Theatre's Flipside Festival (Feb 26-Mar 1), which was at Theatre Passe Muraille this past weekend, with 2 staged readings. I also got to perform (after a while of no-performing) in Myk Miranda's "His Story." For that -- my face was in NOW magazine. *The picture is not in the online version of the Feb 25-Mar 4 issue. Nonetheless, I was pretty excited. Yeah, yeah, I'm a nerd.


What do I have to say? Thank you, merci, salamat. Je suis tres contente de tout ca. C'est trop. Ca me rends tres joyeuse!

So much love. I'm very glad. These opportunities were invaluable to my growth as a person, an artist, a being.
Me sitting in the middle of "Debutante Diaries"
Interactive Mixed-Media Installation
(Books, writing, binding; Music, singing, recording;
Set-up, design, concept; Choice, tool, art).
*photo courtesy of SNAP! photography

I centered the idea around a character, a 17-yr-old Filipina, living her debutante years in the 70's in small-town upbringings. I divided a short story I penned for the installation into three books/journals. The audience was able to write into the books I had created, to rummage through the drawers of the vanity dresser, play the tape player, type on my (now-jammed) typewriter, strike chords on my Fender. The audience also succeeded in breaking my 1) typewriter [jammed keys], and 2) the glass in one of the frames I used. Too too bad. Next time, more caution. Not bad for my first time, I'd say. Congratulations to all the 'Debutantes' (what we were calling the 9 artists) for a wonderful job which truly amazed the audience!

Between CLUTCH and CBT, I've learned a lot and surely will keep many of the unspoken lessons that passed between words and gestures. In sum, I know I've "outed" myself, as one mentor would say. I can't hide behind my cute-girl-who-gives-great-cut-eye persona any longer. I can't pretend I am noticing so little when I have already stored so much away in my brain for later analysis. I've brought it out. That's probably why I'm so damn happy. I'm incredibly relieved, in a sense, that most everyone who matters to me now knows. It is sheer elation. My heart sings.


Now what? Now we keep going. We better ourselves. I'm gonna keep sitting on my new comfy mattress and let life wash over me, until tomorrow.
Now we improve, we leave the past behind, we learn from it, we thank it and recognize it. We let it shape us, but not govern us.
Now we are here. We are here, standing in what is presented to us, surmounting what we present to others.


Happy living!

*a very happy BP

Whirlwinds from the Sky

Brilliant sunshine surrounds me
as I am cozy in a blanket red

I wrote the first draft of my play, it's the first play I have written a) since high school, b) without direct involvement from the soothemysisters collective, c) which will be mounted outside of the Sears Drama Festival.

Moments of doubt always whirlwind around me. I have to find an 'inner push' to propel me to make a decision, take a stand, pick a side, and just work with it until it doesn't work with me any longer.

Dust has collected outside of the nooks and crannies of my room. Mid-exam, pre-winter hibernation, pre-CLUTCH Final Exhibit Madness, post-first draft of play CRAZE is me.

Summer's Last

It's been long enough for me! Four months is too much at first. I didn't know what to do with myself, really. Overall it was a great summaaa. It simmered and sizzled and fizzled at times. All around goodnessz.

It's 3:20pm EST, and I have slept too much and eaten too little. I am home alone, with goals I haven't worked towards. These goals being "A Clean Room" and "Move into C's old room." I just got to do it on my own time, Mom.

I look forward to Fall, and the changes it will bring. I plan to change things. What I can, at least.

Sound the bell
Soon soon soon
The sun has fell
On and under the Earth
We are asleep now
For the season of the sun
Has come and gone
And now
We are to hide
All traces of warmth
Inside our pockets
In our seams
Around our hearts
To keep us during the cold
Streets of people
Taking a last stroll
Hoping not to lose
This freedom that comes
With the season of the sun
And faces of ease
Bodies of please
Find, search for the light
For the heat
As if it is the only
Fuel for our lives
But we forget
That the sun does not leave
But for a while
Away with fret
He will come back again

See you later!