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Happy Arts Charms Crowd in Cebu

Hours were like days and it took a little while before the go-signal came. But when it finally did we were more than pleased. Our dear friend, Ms. Shirlyn Go had paved the way for us to join the event and our products have been positively reviewed. We thank Mr. Hendri Go for the opportunity to showcase what we are all about, amongst the best artists in Cebu and Manila at the Ayala Mall Cebu.

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At our booth.

The response from the audience was heartwarming. We had forgotten how for a week prior we had not enough sleep, caught up in the mix of designing, sewing, painting and all, in preparation for the Cebu Literary Festival x Komiket. All that never occurred to us during the event itself, and we were as fresh as daisies around an arbor in a beautiful sunny day- if only for the sight of a child hugging our owls, flashing what must be the brightest smile in the world. We are thoroughly inspired!

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Quick snap with Mark while setting up our booth.

We are grateful for the chance, which we view as an opportunity to enlighten someone’s day. We reach out to people regardless of age through our articles of happiness, bundles of artworks, like gentle taps on the shoulder that are enough, we pray, to warm a person’s heart and brave the day. It is our hope that our products, which are made with great attention to detail, with unwavering love and passion for the crafts, shall continue to spread good cheer to your homes and in days moving forward.

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For Papa

I wanted to be at the dance at the residence of my best friend where I’d meet her other set of friends and talk about our new dresses, all spotless and dainty, but papa wanted me to be home by ten. I wanted to have jewelry like the other girls, but papa would drive me straight home without saying a word more, except that it’d be unbecoming of me. But they all look so pretty and confident, but he’d say “Yes, but you are you.”

I wanted to stay longer at the acquaintance party, but by 9:45 pm papa would be standing next to the pole at the exit of our school waiting. “We got to be home by ten,” he’d say while we walked across the road with my narrowing mind and a confounded heart. It took me some time to understand what he’d been driving at. He used to tell me a lot about being classy and growing up that way, proper and all, all which appeared to me at the time as nothing but hard work.

The same goes for my brothers, who are now fathers too. They used to tell on me and we used to argue about many things, but I know they love me. Now that we’re all adults and with families of our own I see how hard it must have been for papa to watch over me living cluelessly in my own fairy tale. I cannot remember for the life of me when my father last told me he loved me, but a twinkle in his eye somehow brings that message across. I know that each time he has to leave the house, turns his back and buries himself at work, I know a drop in his shoulders might as well have meant he did not mean to live disparately; a few corners away from our home yet so far for all of us to bear. We’re so lucky to have you, papa, and the boys of the family are now men molded beautifully just like the forever man of the house.

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With Papa. This photo was taken three years ago in our home during mama’s birthday.

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With my brother Chris-Ian. He’s eldest of the boys, and role model to them.

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Nobody makes me laugh harder than my brother Butch.

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Michael Anthony and I have one thing in common. We both love to eat and watch movies.

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My brother John Vincent is our youngest. We’re a decade apart by age, but I hope it doesn’t show just by looking at us together. He’s co-founded a programming company called Wela school Systems with Chris-Ian.

 

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Stay Beautiful, Maintain Youthful Skin

Through my experiences in life I’ve learned to search beyond the surface, to go deeper and appreciate inner beauty, and one’s set of values more than what’s merely skin-deep and superficial. We need to cultivate that quality in us more than anything, I suppose. But to be able to go out there and enjoy- during summer days with friends, at the field to play catch in the sun, outside our homes or at the beach for a friendly game of volleyball, heat protection is a top priority.

Our own health is vital to fully experience the things that life has to offer. It’s a simple way of respecting our body as a gift from the divine. To look good and feel good, to be young inside and out; these are things we owe ourselves. I use Etude House’ pomegranate face mask sheet, which contains pomegranate extract (Punica Granatum Fruit Extract) to make my skin firm, fresh, and refulgent. If you feel your skin’s smoothness is waning and getting old, this product provides the necessary moisture and hydration needed to reassert its youthful glow. Maintain good looks with Etude House’ face mask and rest comes from within.

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At home using Etude House Pomegranate Face Mask Sheet.

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After using Etude House Pomegranate Face Mask, my face feels soft and smooth.

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Etude House Pomegranate Face Mask nourishes my skin for a brighter, healthy and young-looking.

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Etude House Pomegranate Face Mask also designed to improve facial adhesion and comfort.

 

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2. Leave on for 20-30 minutes.
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For maximum efficiency, it is recommend to apply the mask every 2-3 days interval.

CAUTION :
For external use only. Avoid contact with eyes. Discontinue use if signs of irritation and/or rash appear.

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Summer’s End

We took the first trip out to the next city to catch the first boat that sails to the island, hoping for a final excursion for the summer. At 2:55 am the bus struggled to pick up speed as it followed a steep path. Up ahead appeared five rugged-looking men, standing close to the junction just before the bus could turn right and manage a craggy road.

Each man raised an arm and faced our direction with clenched fists. What could they be doing at this part of the highway at such an ungodly hour? My mind raced the very minute I saw the suspicious lot round the shadows. They all appeared dead-set at stopping us. This ghastly sight reminded me of the revolutionary fighters known to permeate the mountainous region we now crossed. One of the men in a mackinaw jacket seemed to be uttering something, eyes glaring, but I just could not make out what he was trying to say. Are these men fighting for a just cause? Or worse, are they extremists? He seems to be shouting, “Down with the republic!” Or, could this be a highway robbery? Jesus Christ!

No sooner than the bus had halted did I finally hear what the jacketed man was saying. “Kapyot ra mi, bai!” They now repeated in chorus with hands raised to mean they’ll be taking the trip standing up, holding on to the rails. They were running late, determined to get a ride to make it to the mining site on time for work even without a vacant seat. At this point I realized I’ve been watching too many movies, or spending too much time on social media, with a hyperactive imagination.

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At Magpupungko Beach and Tidal Pools. Waiting for our habal-habal (motor bike) ride going to Sugba Lagoon, Del Carmen.

By eight o’clock I was already standing at the terrace facing the sea. It felt like reading a massive book of my own life through a huge magnifying glass where everything seemed to be so vibrant and fresh with renewed vitality. I haven’t slept all night, but I wasn’t lethargic at all. Just two days ago I had met my long-time friends at the high school reunion for the first time in twenty five years. We all assumed a generally shy attitude at the start. Some attendees felt discomfited and thought of leaving the hall until the booze started to flow, and we all danced to the tune of Boogie Wonderland. One of my girl friends, who used to be bullied back in the day, had been sullen all along until right before the dance. Now she lifted her skirt to do the Running Man dance step, and another one of my classmates turned to me and said “Now, what in the world…”

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Hawaiian party with my high school friends at Garden of Aiden, Butuan City Philippines.

It didn’t take me long to accept that my physique isn’t built for surfing. I still love to do it anyway. I enjoyed paddling against the waves early in the morning. It reminded me of when I was just a child trying to crawl my way in bed up to my father’s heaving belly to wake him. My trainer caught me smiling at this train of thought as my board glided up the wave and he said, “You sure love to surf…” I was afraid he was going to say, “You go, girl!” and cringed at the thought of such cliched phrase.

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Surfing at Cloud 9, Siargao Island Philipines.

We headed to Magpupungko Beach and Sugba Lagoon on our third day in the island. I had my first drink of coconut juice before breakfast. As the tide started to ebb we walked toward the flats where I stared down the bottom of the water, again, as if through a magnifying glass, peering deep into the hinterland of my soul. I thought of my family. I thought of my friends and wondered if I still belong… Summer has ended. Life goes on. I listened to the waves boom and thought of the dance.

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Magpupungko Beach and Tidal Pool, Siargao Island Philippines.

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Magpupungko Beach and Natural Pool of Siargao Island, Philippines.

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Sugba Lagoon, Del Carmen, Siargao Island Philippines.

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Mother’s Love

Back home in the summertime, I saunter around the quarter of town where the old shops are. I bought some groceries, and checked out the fresh catch of the day, trundling down the wet market. I usually go out alone in the first couple of days of a long vacation before the family sets out to go to the beach during weekends or hop along nearby islands.

Some stores have changed a little bit over time. Some, I swear have never evolved a tad in a decade or so, I have found. While the family goes around shopping in malls, I take time to go downtown by public jeepneys, and tricycles when meandering small mangy corners, to that anachronistic part of the city where I take ephemeral walks, as if floating in timeless avenues.

These are practically the same exact places mother and I used to go to when I was small. One shop still sells old cassette tapes, while one still has a picture of Kareem Abdul Jabbar in his prime posted on the wall; groceries still sell long-forgotten cookie brands, marbles, and colorful lollipops I used to have growing up.

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With Mama.

Thinking of all these goods in all too familiar places reminds me all the time of mother, of the days we often visited the quarter for food and replenishments. The irony of the old place is that it hasn’t changed, at least to my eyes, like mothers are always above us and perenially worthy of respect. It’s unwavering, secure, unaffected. It lies deep within the heart of the city with nothing new to expect out of it, practically nothing new to look forward to, and yet we find ourselves continually going back to this place, retracting, as if holding on to us with the firmness of a mother’s love.

 

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Live While We’re Young

I’ve always wanted to own a bicycle. As a kid I would watch my friends stroll about and listen to their stories of over the weekend escapades at school. I wanted to drive one of those blood red bikes with rims as white as toothpaste, but my mama told me it was not proper for a girl to be seen in one of those in public.

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At our house with my brother’s red bike. 1988 Butuan City, Philippines.

And it was not just about the ride. It was about my getup too, and I was darn sure mama would kill me if she saw me in shorts roaming around the village. My legs were so skinny, besides; like Fido-Dido, the female version of you-know-who.

“But maaa?” I’d say in hopeless protest and walk back lugubriously to my room. Bicycles remain a symbol of adventure for me. Sometimes, peering from our window, I tend to wish this and wish that.

I do not want to be rueful about it, however, so I end up saying to myself that I shall live my life to the fullest from now on and, yes, I’m still young enough to do and learn a many new things. I’m not the sporty type, can’t drive a bike, I can’t swim, but I still want to be that free spirit I imagined myself to be as a child, always alone in my room.

We went trekking up the hills before the year ended, chartered a boat to visit some close by islets, and I was nearly sucked in by huge waves in Puka beach. I was so scared and could have sworn to never go near the shoreline again. But at the end of the day, I realize that’s the most risky thing I’ve ever done in my life. I’ve never felt so happy to be alive.

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Puka beach, Boracay Philippines.

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Puka beach shoreline.

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Sunny day in Puka beach.

Known for their upbeat songs, such as “Live While We’re Young,” I would like to share this handmade One Direction – inspired canvas tote bag for my close friend. Grace and I go back in high school together, and she requested this for her daughter Erika. I hope she likes this. Go live while you’re young, Erika!

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My handmade One Direction – inspired canvas tote bag.

 

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Summertime

I drew inspiration for my recent paintings from my recollection of summers past. Sketching my owls, I think ahead of bright cerulean skies in the months to come. Blue, orange, and green… I swipe colors that keep me in union with the earth.

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Working on leather material.

I feel the owl’s eyes stare back at me, round and smiling, cooing. I am pulled toward it, as if it has its own stream of consciousness, and I am reminded of my days as a young girl in Butuan City.

In my hometown, during summer, my brothers and the boys would have their hair shaven. They would run in khaki short shorts, and the girls and I would play in the park in floral dresses and ponytails that exposed the back of our necks- thin and looking elegant against the light, the green of the trees and the balmy weather.

Summer isn’t far away now. I can sense my owl smiling back at me. I’ll be hanging out with my friends soon, preparing for our homecoming, and the family will be bonding at the beach. It shall be golden.

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Done with two owl themed leather bags.

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Clairelyhappy Owl themed leather bags.