NOVA Face of the Week
June 24, 2011Stephanie
model: Stephanie Bodiongan
location: LWS Media cebu
make-up artist: Michelle Lazatin
special thanks to:
Julie’s bakeshop
pan de manila
crunch chicken
Lost and Found (2000)
May 3, 2011
A novel by Jayne Ann Krentz
a tale of money, murder, morals and secrets ….
Cady Briggs, an expert in finding, evaluating, and brokering antiquities, has built up a fantasy around her online business acquaintance, Mack Easton, owner and CEO of a low-profile “collections” company called Lost and Found. Together the duo track some missing antiques and artworks, indulging in a bit of flirtatious online banter in the process. When Cady finally gets to meet Easton in person, the case that brings them together — the theft of an ancient warrior’s helmet — culminates in a life-threatening encounter with a couple of thugs and a shared night of passion between the sheets. But Cady’s fascination with Easton is temporarily put on hold when her beloved but eccentric aunt, Vesta, is found dead, apparently having drowned while swimming in her pool.
Vesta was the owner of a prestigious antiques gallery and was about to approve a merger with another family-owned company when she died. Though Cady had always made it clear she had no interest in running the gallery, Vesta’s recently revised will leaves the controlling shares in the company to her. Puzzled, Cady begins to suspect that something isn’t right with the merger, or with her aunt’s death. She solicits Easton’s help in investigating the situation, and together they uncover a shady con man who is luring wealthy older people into buying high-class fakes that are so well done they even fool some of the experts. But Cady soon learns that the con man is merely the skim on the surface, and that the treachery lies far deeper — and much closer — than she ever thought.
Krentz, who also pens futuristic and historical romances under the pseudonyms Jayne Castle and Amanda Quick, has a flair for intriguing plots, engaging characters, and compelling stories. With tales as smart and sexy as Lost and Found, it’s easy to see why she is one of the most popular authors of romantic suspense around.
Reference : http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk
Cinephile Night Thursdays
Cinephile Night Thursdays
Featuring Alfred Hitchcock’s masterpiece, FRENZY (1972, United Kingdom, Color, 116 minutes)
A serial killer is murdering London women with a necktie. The police have a suspect… but he’s the wrong man.
Director: Alfred Hitchcock
Writers: Arthur La Bern (novel), Anthony Shaffer (screenplay)
Stars: Jon Finch, Barry Foster and Alec McCowen
May 5, 2011 @ 7:30 pm
Tioseco-Bohinc Film Archive 55 Daisy St. Phase 1 Camella Homes, Pajac, Lapu-Lapu, Philippines
For information and directions, please contact 0912.839.0692 or email le2_budz@yahoo.com
watch the thriller via : http://www.imdb.com/video/screenplay/vi2980577561/
red … red … wine .
May 14, 2010
a satin touch
of this
unbroken crystal …
a little fire ignites …
i tasted …
i suckled in your velvety flavor ….
an ardent dance
of
crimson tides ….
i held you closer to my lips….
warmed by the candlelight .
a smooth rapture
descended
to quenched this withered soul
and cure my woes …
once again
imbibe thee my lips
red … red.. wine .
sleepless
then …
i woke up
with this deafening silence .
a still room
with just the curtain blown by
the breeze …
i twisted
i turned
i tumbled on this crumpled sheets ….
sleep evades me …
i closed my eyes …
and
i saw your face ….
i hear your voice …
i hear you sing …
and so .
i twisted
i turned
i tumbled on this crumpled sheets ….
i hugged your pillow
i inhaled your scent on it …
i breathed your warmth ….
i closed my eyes
and
a tear rolls down my face …
and so.
i twisted
i turned
i tumbled on this crumpled sheets ….
and a sob ached my chest .
hello
come to me now …
spring is here .
I wished I had forgotten …
those nights in your arms .
but
you came again
and said HELLO
and I was taken
with your song …
those sweet lullabies
and tender kisses …
the unspoken promises of …
love or desire ?
nonetheless …
what matters now is
you came again
and said hello…
Experiment 101 : Passion , Pleasure and Poetry
the thought of a man’s skin ….
warm skin - brushing against mine
tickles my spine with pleasure or yet even more …
that doesn’t leave me wondering’ right ?
but what I’ve been wondering , dreaming
and desired the most is
how would this MAN would write about me .
I’ve been in love with poetry ever since ….
fallen ” in ” and “out ” of love with men who wrote and loved poetry …
…. I pained and hurt …
but then there was
passion
pleasure
and
poetry
… after the anguish torment of illusions and fantasy …
These three words :
(1) Passion
(2) Pleasure
(3) Poetry
A friend once told you that desire is a very dangerous thing .
Are you up to it ?
Three words can sum up the experiment:
(1) Passion
(2) Pleasure
(3) Poetry
Without the first, the third is flat and colorless. Without
the second, the first is only a dream, and the third, a lifeless
set of words. And without the third, the first and second are
but fleeting emotions, forgotten at midday, and gone by sunset.
I’ve often wondered how it is like to feel a woman skin and
write the emotions directly, as if very tactile touch is a word
that is to be born into this world.
For this, we’d need four walls, a bed, you, me and our wits.
This is a visualization of “poetry lives in the lining of your skin”.
And what better way to feel than to be beside somebody who
adores and writes poetry.
( Note : Found this on my email last night …. makes me smile though )
" Groping for Words "
Stairway.
Seven and nine.
Between.
Between lips breathing fire.
I sense you.
Drawn.
Like magnets.
I close my eyes.
Lights.
Shadow.
Dim.
I’ll paint your neck with desire.
A kiss.
Words.
They flow..
Like raindrops from the sky.
I struggle to
Find
Words
To describe.
The flavor of your kiss eludes me.
It eludes me.
Stairway.
Please.
One more.
Time.
Note : from a friend … just posted it here since it is ” too much for his own brand ” lol.
eyes closed …
February 9, 2010
You wake up each morning ….
and think about me …. thinking if what i’m doing…
you close your eyes for a moment…
and will imagine if what i must me doing right now …
then you would imagine other things like… what if you wake up one morning and i’m beside you …
you would hug and kiss me…
breath in my scent… you will hold me closer … and whisper ..
” i love you … ”
and you will close your eyes …
and wait for the ” i love you too ” part …
still you will hold me close and feel my warmth …
close your eyes and you don’t want to wake up yet…
hoping that the dream will not end…
not just yet…
please not just yet ….
i do the same thing each morning ….
when you’re not with me ….
in your arms again …
January 20, 2010
interlude …
smile …
you captured my heart …
a yearning touch …
a longing heart ….
intertwined with this emotions
of …
love ….
passion …
and a journey to the past ….
softly you whisper ….
sweet words and hoarse sighs ….
love me …
never leave me …
promises …
and
dreams …
your song … never fades away ….
you .
me.
and somewhere down the winding road …
we met again ….
An Ardent Dismay
November 7, 2009 
Through the sad heart and drowsy numbness pains…
Do I have to live in this world unseen?
‘Tis not through envy of happy hours,
The thin happiness that fades,fade away.
Dissolve and quite forgotten by time.Cathy
What thou among love has never known?
The weariness,the fever and feit.
Here,we sat and hear each others groan.
Where palsy shakes a few,sad with last embrace.
We’re we lovers that grows pale arddies?
We’re but to think is to be full of sorrow.
And leaden-eyed dispair,
Where beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes
Or new love pine at them beyond tomorrow.
Darling I listen…..and for many times
I have been in love with easeful death.
No more that it seem too rich to die
To cease upon the midnight sky,
With no pain at all in my heart for me to recall………
SADNESS
November 6, 2009
Another tear rolls down on my face
Just one of the millions
From my heart that’s been torn apart
Never again shall I fell this way
I’m sick of all the pain and dismay.
All the tortures I have given myself
My sad emotions will rest on a shelf
I look up the Heavens and ask
“Why do I have to experience this so much sadness?”,
“Of all the people, why me the harmless?”
I guess I’m always be crying
Tears will keep on rolling and rolling…
Like tears of a gentle dove Wings_of_night
And they will only cease
When I no longer live……..
YOU
You with those magical word…
No… not magical…. clearly … illusionists…
You with those moving words …
from earth to nowhere …
You …
hurting me…
like plunging knife into my heart…
Pouring acid to my numb heart .
You… with words like lullabies…
Makes me sleep and slumber in dreams …
and still hear your melody… and felt your warmth beside me …
You ..
Making me fall in this unknown dimension …
You …
You interesting poet …
You
Who might be the stranger
Who could be one of my best friend …
Or in the score of intimacy …
You
Who drowns me with glorious emotions
… as I gently swam and then…
I let go and sunk into nostalgia …
You
Who wished for thousand wishes
and longed for thousand longings …
You …
The very person whom I want to share this longing..
… at this very moment … while I write down this poetry …
… after reading your emotions ….
desiderium
Someone …
who loves -
the ocean’s breeze
the moonlit patio
the aroma of coffee
the warmth of the candle
the comfort in a hug
the joy in a kiss
the intimacy of holding each other’s hands
the art of seduction
the friendly bantering
the intense glare
the passion in classical music
the corniest jokes
the casual touching of each other’s face
the sweet murmur of endearments
the calling of funny names
the candid glances
the thoughtful smiles
the smell of sunshine
the walk in the beach
the movie marathon’s
the antiques
the poetries
the quotes
the romantic letters
the color black and dark purple
the thousand and a hundred meaning of a single flower
the sound of the pouring rain against the roof
the feel of the rain against warmth skin
the beauty that is hidden beneath the beats
and most of all
I want him to love me …
vis pour l’instant
For a moment our gaze met
For a moment the world stopped spinning
For a moment my HEART thud with yours
For that moment it was the sweetest melody
For a moment as we held our breath
For that moment we we’re ONE
For a moment nothing else’s matter
For that moment everything was just about YOU and ME
For a moment I believed in LOVE
For that moment I saw the sweetest smile
For a moment YOU looked away
For that moment it broke the spell
For a moment it was GOODBYE
For that moment I thought I DIED
For a moment I’ve gone crazy
For that moment I realized you are just in that movie .
