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This is my friends’ band. I’ve been a fan ever since I first heard their song Lingon playing in my friend’s phone. It was so good I actually thought it was a new track from UDD at that time. Imagine my surprise when I found out that not only was Paw and the rest of her band in the same department as I am, but also in almost the same classes I was enrolled in. Talk about being star-struck.

The thing is, they aren’t just good at their music gigs, they’re also pretty well-versed in the field of film, in fact, Paw’s film won her an award in a recent film festival handled by the PNP.

Paw’s in Singapore now, pursuing film studies in THE International Film Academy, but I’m pretty much readying myself for their new material haha.

If you haven’t done so guys, please do check out their music at https://soundcloud.com/polengharts. UDD levels, man. You will not regret it.

An impromptu reading of one of my recent pieces. Forgive the harried accent.

Rape Face
Because it’s already late and I feel no one’s online mehehe

Rape Face

Because it’s already late and I feel no one’s online mehehe

Water
I will tell you this: the ocean knows in its unfathomable eternity, my entire existence, as if a lover in the deep blackness of midnight.
It is familiar with every ebb and swell of my hips and how my limbs taper to veritable anemones in its grip. But although the surf caresses me until I ache, I keep myself together - for I am not ready to commit to the depths of the world’s waters.
But I have always rehearsed drowning: the ocean’s dark mouth swallowing my heat and breath and life; my spirit kept like a fish to be caught in the thundering currents. When the brine starts to smell of your lost matter, I spurn the salt embrace to return to tasteless air, safe from deep promises - and live hidden, among the mysteries of the shore, craving the slightest sense of light.
But still the surf beckons to me and leaves treasures at my feet: the polished hulls of ocean life, the detritus that mimic jewels in the sun. But I cannot accept them. 
For I long not for the bleached and blanched versions of what the sea has taken and claimed. For I long not for the tokens of those that have died and gone.
 For I only long for what lives and what is now.

Water

I will tell you this: the ocean knows in its unfathomable eternity, my entire existence, as if a lover in the deep blackness of midnight.

It is familiar with every ebb and swell of my hips and how my limbs taper to veritable anemones in its grip. But although the surf caresses me until I ache, I keep myself together - for I am not ready to commit to the depths of the world’s waters.

But I have always rehearsed drowning: the ocean’s dark mouth swallowing my heat and breath and life; my spirit kept like a fish to be caught in the thundering currents. When the brine starts to smell of your lost matter, I spurn the salt embrace to return to tasteless air, safe from deep promises - and live hidden, among the mysteries of the shore, craving the slightest sense of light.

But still the surf beckons to me and leaves treasures at my feet: the polished hulls of ocean life, the detritus that mimic jewels in the sun. But I cannot accept them. 

For I long not for the bleached and blanched versions of what the sea has taken and claimed. For I long not for the tokens of those that have died and gone.

For I only long for what lives and what is now.

Marissa

Marissa

Harro!
The summer’s sweltering heat has taken its toll on me. I went from being tan-moreno to being all-out negro in a span of weeks haha #MedyoNancy
Anyway, I just finished reading Richard Matheson’s anthology, The Box, which included the short story Button, Button, which in many ways, was the first short story to creep me out recently. 
Aand, I now wear glasses! My mom bought me these new Swatch frames a few weeks ago for my birthday haha. Yes, I am no longer blind you guys.
Oh, and I hope you get to enjoy your summer guys. Off to Nasugbu this weekend with friends :)

Harro!

The summer’s sweltering heat has taken its toll on me. I went from being tan-moreno to being all-out negro in a span of weeks haha #MedyoNancy

Anyway, I just finished reading Richard Matheson’s anthology, The Box, which included the short story Button, Button, which in many ways, was the first short story to creep me out recently. 

Aand, I now wear glasses! My mom bought me these new Swatch frames a few weeks ago for my birthday haha. Yes, I am no longer blind you guys.

Oh, and I hope you get to enjoy your summer guys. Off to Nasugbu this weekend with friends :)

Autumnal Blossom

Autumnal Blossom

Fallen


As what you might have noticed, I’ve once again worked with my really awesome model/illustrator/kalog friend Mem.

This set is actually part of my comeback project here in Tumblr since I’ve been fairly absent for a long time now, photo-blogging wise, and I desperately needed to save my already failing photog skills from rotting in oblivion (wow, deep) haha.

Juniper Face The Corner

(Source: mikerebuyas)

Reblogging this because apparently, this got featured in Tumblr’s “Black And White” tag. Teehee. A big shout-out to the tag’s editors! :)

Reblogging this because apparently, this got featured in Tumblr’s “Black And White” tag. Teehee. A big shout-out to the tag’s editors! :)

(Source: mikerebuyas)

Coachella Dreams

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Photography, Styling and Art Direction by Jan Michael Rebuyas

Styling Associate: Mel Buhia

Model: Mica Nason

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…But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine…
- If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda, 1904

…But 
if each day, 
each hour, 
you feel that you are destined for me 
with implacable sweetness, 
if each day a flower 
climbs up to your lips to seek me, 
ah my love, ah my own, 
in me all that fire is repeated, 
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, 
my love feeds on your love, beloved, 
and as long as you live it will be in your arms 
without leaving mine…

- If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda, 1904

(Source: mikerebuyas)

So this is how my desk is, currently. To say that it’s overflowing is kinda stretching it a bit pero I think, if I keep up with my twice-a-week bookstore sojourns, it might soon be haha.

Anyway, I posted some few months ago that I’d be making a post on my book hauls and so, here it is:

  • The Lovely Bones*
  • Slumdog Millionaire
  • Sandman: Book of Dreams
  • Neverwhere
  • American Gods
  • Rising Sun
  • A Very Long Engagement
  • Coyote Blues
  • Thirteen Reasons Why
  • Between Mom and Jo
  • The Screwtape Letters*
  • The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants
  • A Wrinkle In Time*
  • A Thousand Splendid Suns
  • The Secret Life of Bees*

I figured too, that maybe I should add my thoughts on buying books. A lot of messages in my inbox often ask on where I buy my books. The answer? My local BookSale branch. Sure, the place might get too crowded or too disorganized but I think that’s what makes the book-hunting even better. My friend Francis once told me that he thought I possessed ”book-hunting superpowers” since I usually get first editions in the most unlikely places (see entries with * ) and for the lowest of prices, mehehe. 

I also scour sidewalk bookstores (you know, the ones near Manila City Hall) and just pick through their lots. 

Aand, since some of my followers have messaged me regarding my book-hunting sojourns, here are some tips I’ve put together for you guys:

  • If in BookSale, be prepared to go through each and every book on the shelves. Keep an eye out for interesting details: an author, book title etc.
  • Try rummaging through the books at the lowest rungs of the shelves. Usually, these are where the staff put the lowest-priced books.
  • Make friends with the staff. I’ve had my share of snooty sales staff pero I often encounter the polite and helpful ones naman. I usually ask them about delivery schedules and the like. And oh, I also purposely bought a SIM Card whose number I gave to the branch supervisor for alerts on new stuff. Lakas. Haha
  • In sidewalk stores/bazaars/tiangges, be prepared to haggle. They usually give discounts whenever you buy more than 5 books.
  • Dress comfortably. You’d be stooping around most of the time so yeah, this practically explains everything.
  • Keep an eye out not just for books but also, the ever-famous Manila street thieves. Nagkalibro ka nga, na-snatch naman phone mo, gets? It pays to be extra-vigilant these days haha.
  • Aand, the most important tip of all: don’t buy books if you ain’t gonna be reading them. I personally set time to read and finish at least two books a week, which explains the apparent hoarding haha.
  • PS: As of the last count, I already have around 75 books in my posession. Majority of them bought just the past year.
And so it ends (and another one begins)

And so it ends (and another one begins)

Silent Hill

Silent Hill