the dolgers tribute

Persistent, they cling to you like dirt. Heavy, they drag you down like an anchor. Clamorous, they clutter your life like flotsam after a shipwreck. BUt heck, without these best friends, I probably would be sane, happy and stable. So THANK YOU!!!! THANKS TO THESE UNFORGETTABLE CHARACTERS IN THE SATIRE THAT IS MY LIFE.... MWAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! I LOVE YOU FOREVER!



MEAN
i call her: My Bitch. (okay, two)
friends since: our mothers probably hung out during their pregnancy and we were already bitchin' to each other in our bellies
favourite bonding activity: recruiting gullible young 'uns to our Org of Super-powered and Paranormal-obsessed gang
next favourite bonding activity: recruiting gullible old 'uns to our org of Glitter-powered and Paranormal (the para became homo) - tripped-out gang.
is my: conscience


JOSH
i call him: my pug, watz, watots
friends since: 1997, when we had to write for and act in the school anniversary play
favourite bonding activity: talking until the wee hours of the morning
next favourite bonding activity: smoking while talking
is my: brother, best friend, my best lover and worst enemy (ahahah)


MARK
i call him: nime, marky
friends since: 1997
favourite bonding activity: nurturing variegated passions like writing, Xmen and Buffy the vampire slayer
next favourite bonding activity: getting together the Dolgers (now taken over by Rogel)
was him last: 2004, at his birthday party (also my bon voyage party, it turned out). I will never forget that day.


ROGEL
i call him: Ylio, Gel
friends since: forever
favourite bonding activity: debating about everything under the sun
next favourite bonding activity: debating about whether to debate about everything or not
has taught me: the value of humility and patience (patience: he used to always make me wait for him. one time, i stupidly waited a whole day!)


NESSA
i call her: THE GRAND BITCH.
friends since: fourth grade, i think.
favourite bonding activity: drinking away our crazy ideas and depression
next favourite bonding activity: drinking to get crazier and be more depressed
whenever i think of her: my heart is lightened. she is the strongest person i know.

DMS
i call her: the luckiest girl in the world
friends since: even before her mother conceived her. Thanks Nessa, for bringing her into the world!
future favourite bonding activity: thinking up of ways to exasperate her mother
next future favourite bonding activity: thinking up of ways to appease her mother, then later, exasperate her more
is: the heir to the dolgers throne


NORMAN
i call him: nibbles, boy bastos or "BB"
friends since: fourth grade
favourite bonding activity: tickling each other and using physical violence to demonstrate our love
next favourite bonding activity: giggling about it afterwards
has the: best freakin' manly voice I have ever heard on a - man


MIAi call her: Mia
friends since: since she, Mean and I began this Pres-VP-Sec love/hate affair which afterwards became a puppy-love love triangle
favourite bonding activity: talking about love
next favourite bonding activity: talking about love and how we hate it
taught me: how it is to love someone unconditionally


CHRISTOPHER
i call him: topher, ciongs
friends since: fourth grade, when we joined the volleyball varsity together with Norman
favourite bonding activity: playing tennis
next favourite bonding activity: drinking with nessa, the "female christopher "
is the: last standing ... guys, you know what that means. ahahah

Cat And Mouse

by the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

Softly we tremble tonight,
Picture perfect fading smiles are all that's left in sight,
I said I'd never leave you'll never change
I'm not satisfied with where I'm at in life.

Am I supposed to be happy?
With all I ever wanted, it comes with a price.
Am I supposed to be happy?
With all I ever wanted, it comes with a price.
You said, you said that you would die for me...

We made plans to grow old,
Believe me there was truth in all those stories that I told.
Lost in a simple game cat and mouse are we the same people as before this came to light?

Am I supposed to be happy?
With all I ever wanted, it comes with a price.
Am I supposed to be happy?
With all I ever wanted, it comes with a price.
You said, you said that you would die for me...

You must live for me too'...
For me too...yeah, yeah...
You said that you would die for me...

Am I supposed to be happy?
With all I ever wanted, it comes with a price.
Am I supposed to be happy?
With all I ever wanted, it comes with a price
You said, you said that you would die for me...

MY BABY and I

When i first bought my Canon EOS 300D Digital, it was to appease a homesick heart; a way to battle the everyday banging of unknown Italian slang, the winter wind, the draining hours of work and the sentient familiarity of being alone banging slamming banging in my mind.

In the first two years with "My Baby" here in Italy, it was just that. It was only in 2007 when the passion unfurled in me wholly and i was intoxicated.










After four years, I believe I have taken some shots that to me were amazing because of what i felt in that moment, where i was, and what was going through in my mind and heart. That is, after all, what photography boils down to. At least, it's that way for me.

and i didn't even had to make my out of the maze

This month, a lot of my friends have asked me to be the labrat in their omnifarious avocations.
There was my friend Ping, an upcoming, IED-schooled women's clothing designer from Bangkok, who wanted me to sit in as a 'living mannequin'. The idea was cute until i realized that his fingers and hands would be all over my fragile and sensitive body, pricking layers upon layers of textile (and probably, into my skin, along the process). Oh, that, and to stand around in a dress the whole day? Ugh.

A girl friend of mine, Tina, who teaches at the Wall Street Institute, also asked me to come in for a seminar on "being uprooted". I guess she wanted me to talk about my experiences moving from one palce to another, starting new lives and starting from scratch. This one, i could get into... if not for the fact that the seminar would be held in one of the schools in Rome. Right.... with my work sched as of the moment, scratch that.

Then Albie, this aspiring photographer asked me to do a shoot with him for a series he's doing for one of the smaller but edgier galleries of Milan. I could have said yes, but then i learned that the project is to be entitled: The Naked Truth About My Gay Friend. It wasn't so much the posing around naked, but that i would have to pose around (and probably, intimately close to (on top, under and i-don't-even-want-to-think-about-it) his other women models). Sorry Albie, im just not that brave yet.

And then, Mario, this Latino guy that i volunteer with every week at the Unicef office, asked for some of my pictures because he was finishing a thesis on photography and he wanted some Asian blood for the so-called "Black" series. Now, this one was feasible enough. As i already have a ton of pictures of myself taken by me and by other people.

I don't really know for what specific purpose he used them, or what point he was trying to make, but he was kind enough to give me copies of the "edited pictures". I think these weren't just cs2-ed. But, heck how would i know. here they are.

yes, sometimes being a labrat can have advantages. For the mannequin stint, i was promised a spectacular Thai dinner. For the seminar, travel fare. For the photo shoot, a special invite to the opening and a bit of remuneration. For the black series? A free lunch at McDonald's (where we met up to give him the pictures) and where I, after months and months of not eating junk food, was magically reacquainted with the hateful but deliciously captivating world of : grease.

WORK 1

JUST TO GIVE MY FAMILY AN IDEA WHAT'S I'VE BEEN DOING WITH MY TIME.... hours and hours spent in front of the pc, learning step by step, and all by myself... i never really thought i'd get into it, i remember when i was still young and insisting that i WILL NEVER encode my stories into a computer's memory. Such an idea to me then was a betrayal of a writer's nature. I considered the humble typewriter and the simple pen and paper more faithful to the romance of being a writer. Now, however, i have re-discovered the pc as a valuable tool for communicating. This time, with images.


SOME ADS FOR A LAW FIRM












XMAS 2008 E-CARDS FOR KT





POSTER FOR PIER PAOLO'S BIRTHDAY


POSTERS FOR WORK









LITTLE ANGELS
i made these for grace, who does all the cakes herself. i had fun with the ads, and she was brave enough to choose the "gay" one!!!

WORK 2

FRAGMENTS









SOME RANDOM WORK










INDEPENDENCE DAY 2007CAMPAIGN