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Written by Marlon Macatol
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Why in the hell of all sessions you can have, why does it have to be "tattoo"?
My honest answer is that because I felt all the ingredients are ripe, ready and points to one recipe- a painful one.
It all started when one of our friends introduced us to his friend who was a tattoo artist. Rekindling our thirst for some transformation, we opted to go in a snap. Actually, me and my wife were talking a week before about how I'm doodling some esoteric symbols without reason. In a way, I let the tattooist doodle the symbol on my back.
So goes the story, sort of allowing the blood and pain baptize me for some inevitable transformation.
After that we had a relief drive for the victims of Ondoy, which we didn't expect to be so cool and successful that we accumulated 7 huge boxes of relief goods. Problem is, we cannot sent it back to our dear country as finances are low and would cost us 130SGD each box, and according to my wife, leaving the boxes to Philippine government's hands is not an option. We must send the boxes personally to a reputed NGO and have it documented as we are responsible for the goods to reach the flood victims.
So why not a tattoo party, since we also wanted to give back favors to our tattoo artist who didn't charge us big-time because we're Pinoys.
Turns out, a lot of locals and pinoy friends were looking for cheap, good tattoo artist.
And so it goes…bonds through ink, blood and pain.
It’s contagious; we're off to have our 3rd session.
Burst of needle breaking through my bare skin.
Rhythmically pulling out and pushing in with numbing speed
depositing black ink to where it threads.
Leaving an outline of coherent line and swirls
as your soft shell send panic shouts to your brain
which translates it to major pain.
Searing as it is, you tried to calm your mind
and pacify its cries.
The symbol being created, running through your skin,
embered as it leaves a trail of blood and sweat,
destruction and creation at the same time.
The skin breaks with such agony
Swollen and battered, there was no other choice but acceptance.
Fainting is not an option.
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Written by Donna Solmayor-Macatol
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Isang napakalaking unos ang hinarap ng ating mahal na bayan.. Kayraming buhay ang nawala, ari-arian na nasira. Napakasakit makita mula sa telebisyion at pahayagan ang mga larawan ng ating mga kababayang walang masilungan habang patuloy na lumalaban para maisalba ang kanilang buhay.
Mabigat sa dibdib para sa aming malayo sa ating Inang Bayan ang isiping wala kaming magawa. Kung kaya’t naisipan naming mag-asawa ang mangalap ng donasyon upang kahit sa munting paraan, kami ay makatulong. Nagsimula kami sa isang maliit na kahon..
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Written by Ibaan Admin
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Donna Solmayor-Macatol (Ibaan Community Foundation Member) and her Family together with Ms. Allen de Castro (of Brgy. Balanga) is asking all their friends in Singapore (Singaporeans and non-Singaporeans) who are willing to help all those affected by the typhoon Ondong in the Philippines, you may donate old clothes, canned goods, noodles, medicines and the like. Marlon Macatol (Donna's Husband) Allen and Donna are willing to pick up all your relief donations from your place so we could send them to the Philippines.. thank you! Contact : Ms Allen de Castro Email :
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