Via Crucis

{Celestial Gardens, Banawa Hills, Cebu - April 2009}

"We adore Thee, O Christ, and we bless Thee, because by Thy Holy Cross Thou hast redeemed the world."

Y.U.M.M.Y.

Ever since I saw Kusina Habana's cupcakes from their site, I have been pestering my sister to order it so I could sink my teeth on those oh-soooo-yummy-looking cupcakes. I was not disappointed when I finally had a taste of it. Maka lanag:) kung ininglison, "heavenly". Hehehe. I think I just made that up, but both words really describe it. I even kept 4 cupcakes out of everyone's eyes so I could savor it all by myself. Hehehe. Yeah, I'm selfish;) but I just can't help it, it's the cupcake's fault:D

p.s.
you should also try their super moist chocolate cake:) yum yum yum!!!

art wall

{Ayala Center Cebu Terraces - March 09}


"O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art and perfect our lives."
- Jim Morrison

Dear God,

Please give me the determination to finish the things that I have started and the knowledge to do what I need to do.

Thank you,
Cating

vincent

{Lourdes College Auditorium - Mar 09}


Starry
starry night
paint your palette blue and grey

look out on a summer's day
with eyes that know the
darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodils

catch the breeze and the winter chills

in colors on the snowy linen land.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they did not know how

perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry
starry night
flaming flo'rs that brightly blaze

swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in
Vincent's eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue
morning fields of amber grain

weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist's
loving hand.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you
but still your love was true

and when no hope was left in sight on that starry
starry night.
You took your life
as lovers often do;
But I could have told you
Vincent
this world was never
meant for one
as beautiful as you.

Starry
starry night
portraits hung in empty halls

frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes
that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the stranger that you've met

the ragged men in ragged clothes

the silver thorn of bloddy rose
lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow.
And now I think I know what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity

how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they're not
list'ning still
perhaps they never will.