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Paint the Dreaming
I still am really excited that Neil Gaiman will be coming to Manila in March 17th to announce the winners of the 3rd Philippine Graphic / Fiction Awards. If you are a Neil Gaiman fan, then the Rockwell Tent would be the place to be next month. But there is much more to that. If you are an artists, then take this chance to showcase your talent in Fully Booked’s Revelations: The Art Competition. All pieces must be original artworks inspired by the work of Neil Gaiman. the details as posted are as follows:
Enter your original masterpieces inspired by the work of Neil Gaiman.
Winning entries will receive titles exclusively signed by the Dream King!
1st Place: “Sandman” Volumes 1-10 signed by Neil Gaiman
2nd Place: “Absolute Sandman Volume 1″ signed by Neil Gaiman
3rd Place: “Marvel 1602″ signed by Neil Gaiman
Entries must be delivered on or before March 10, 2010 with a duly accomplished entry form.
All entries must be brought personally to the Customer Service Counter of the following Fully Booked branches:
Bonifacio High Street
Power Plant Mall, Rockwell
Promenade, Greenhills
SM North Edsa
Eastwood Mall
Gateway Mall
Entries may also be sent via courier to:
Fully Booked Customer Service
Fully Booked
Bldg 6, 902 Bonifacio High Street
Bonifacio Global City
1634 Taguig City
Guidelines:
1. Artwork Entries should be at least 11″ x 17″ (A3 size), but should not exceed 17″ x 22″ (A2 size), v. Vertical or horizontal orientation will be accepted. The artwork entries should be mounted on cardboardillustration board , posterboard, or foamboard, with overall dimensions not to exceeding 20″ x 25″.
2. Entries must be an original artwork. Usage of copyrighted material is strictly prohibited and is subject to immediate disqualification. Entries with inappropriate language or subject matter will not be accepted. Previously published, displayed , or prize-winning artwork may not be submitted.
3. Any media may be used. Artworks should be no more than 4 inches in depth and are suitable for hanging.
4. A completed entry form must be attached to the back of the artwork.
5. There is no fee to enter the contest.
6. All reproduction rights to all of the submitted artwork will remain with the artists. However, all prize winners shall agree that Fully Booked be granted non-exclusive reproduction rights for advertising, promotion, website, and print publication purposes. Prize winners also agree to allow Fully Booked to use his/her name and/or picture or image without limit in conjunction with his/her entry into this contest.
7. All rules and guidelines of the contest must be followed strictly. Non-compliance will subject the entry to immediate disqualification.
Judging:
The 3 winning entries will be chosen by Neil Gaiman. Entries will be judged according to the following criteria:
30% Originality
30% Creativity
30% Composition
10% Overall Impact
Winners will be announced on March 17, during the 3rd Philippine Graphic Fiction Awards Night at the Rockwell Tent.
Other Information: 1. Selected artwork will be on display in Powerplant Mall until March 21, 2010. Artwork should be picked up at Fully Booked Bonifacio High Street by March 31, 2010. Entries not picked up after March 31, 2010 will become the property of Fully Booked, and can be disposed of at their discretion. 2. All judgments are final and interpretations of the guidelines are at Fully Booked’s sole discretion.
3. All employees of Fully Booked, Sketchbooks, Bibliarch, its credited advertising agencies and suppliers and their relatives up to the second degree of consanguinity and affinity are disqualified from participating in this contest.
4. Fully Booked reserves the right to nullify any entry submitted if conditions are not met. Such conditions may be incomplete forms required, falsification of required documents, or fraudulent sales transactions, and other illegal conditions initiated by the entrants.
So, go on and paint the Dreaming!
Another FarmVille Post
Also, Leejay is selling some of his level-70 “farmers” online. So if you are interested, check out the details.
So check it out now, and have fun farming!
Before you leave, check out these yummy cupcakes.
These are Just Adorable
I won’t be posting a much today aside from a series of “Dear God” letters i dug up from fugly.com. Kids do write the darndest things.
Enjoy.
Trying to Learn the Art of Creative Writing
Last week I joined a forum where writers of different proficiencies have gathered to help each other to write. From high school students who liked writing to some unpublished writers trying to look for some help. I actually joined to have some help and critique on a few of my works as I have yet to find an affordable means to learn creative writing. So far, the only way I see to get enrolled in the said course is to re-enroll myself either in UP and UST. But I think that I can not go and take up another four-year course without leaving my kids in alone in the house or with the house help. Besides, I have yet to finish my last remaining units in computer science from my last college. I have also looked into some online and correspondence courses but they are all from the UK or US; I don’t think that we could spare 20k pesos for a whole course, not with the other financial responsibilities we have to shoulder. If anyone can give me any idea where I can get some good instruction for learning creative writing, I would gladly accept the help.
In this case I guess, I would have to stick to learning the craft on my own. Wish me luck!
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I have re-written an old short story of mine entitled I Dream of Medea. With some help from the people in the forums, they said this is a better edition. Tell me what you guys think.
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I Dream of Medea
The amphitheater was crowded. Families from all across the city have come to congregate on this momentous event — the rebirth of the Sun God. My family and I were fortunate enough to have procured a good location where we could see the events of the day clearly and in comfort. We had arrived early for the festival; everyone was trying to contain their eagerness and settled on exchanging stories with others from the city. I on the other hand, had nothing else to do than take care of my young daughters. Then the whispers started. I had no inkling whence they came and from whom, but I was utterly compelled, powerless against its suggestions. Taking my eldest daughter by the hand, I took her to her grandmother and left her there without a word.
Then I went off, my youngest daughter safely snug in the sling on my back, to the eastern side of the amphitheater where the pyre was located, gathering small twigs on the way. By the time I reached the pyre, I had a considerable amount of kindling in my arms, my child still sound asleep. The voices — they were many — were insistent now. They were no longer whispering. They were shouting at me, screaming, urging me to arrange the kindling on top of the pyre. They were ordering me to douse the pyre in oil to make sure that every piece of wood was drenched, and to lay down my sleeping daughter down to her bed of wood and fuel. She looked so peaceful, so carefree. Then she opened her eyes and looked at me. Her eyes were golden, burning gold. She was reaching her arms to me, calling out to me. Yet I could not move. It was as if I was made of stone. Then she disappeared in the inferno.
The sound, distant shouts tumbling one over the other, came as if from a long tunnel; softly at first, like a roar of an ocean from miles away, then it started to get louder and louder, drowning me, deafening me. Then someone grabbed me on my shoulders, and I was shaken like a rag doll. It was then that I awoke from my trance. My chest, felt empty as if there was a wraith inside me, draining me of my very life. What hd I done? Something wet and burning came flowing from my eyes and all I heard was a loud rushing in my ears. I felt cold, colder than ice despite the heat of the day. Claws were digging in my flesh, rending me in their vice grip. I had to reach her. My daughter, she was burning! I had to to undo what I did. I had to save her even if my flesh should burn; I must save her. I had to. I HAD TO!
I opened my eyes to the light. Gone was the amphitheater. Gone was the burning pyre. I can barely remember anything. Where was I?
I looked around me, still confused. It was some place I did not recognize. Everything was pristine white, devoid of any other color. Then a face came into view. It was my husband, his face lined, aged before his time. There was a deep sadness in his dark eyes. With him were his two brothers. They have taken me to the healer, but the healer could do no more. He had done what he could and he had to let me go to make room for other invalids. So we left that sterile house and walked back to our homestead. We were upon the valley, on the cliff beside our home. I noticed a gathering below the cliff. All were dressed in black. and in the center was an empty pall. As we walk further down the cliff, I start to recognize the people in the crowd. They were all part of the clan. Then I saw who was in the pall — it was my eldest daughter, and to be buried beside her was her sister, untarnished, and looking like she was just asleep. My sanity deserted me upon seeing this. How could this be? What had happened? I fell to my knees and cried out to the heavens; I saw nothing ever more.
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I hope you guys liked it. Just leave your comments below. I’d really appreciate it.
Neil Gaiman Back in the Philippines
Neil Gaiman has to be my most favorite writer ever. He can write down the most surreal landscapes and the most entertaining adventures. I first read his Sandman series back inn 2004 and afterwards, I was totally hooked. Then in 2006 I bought Neverwhere and it reminded me of Alice in Wonderland, only it was much darker, much more dangerous and definitely much more fun. Reading Gaiman would be best described as “like reading a dream that came to life”.
In 2005, Neil Gaiman came here to promote his book, Anansi Boys. I wasn’t fortunate enough to go to his book signing and anyway, the only thing I would have done then was oggle and have daydream fantasies about him. I was still in college, meaning I was practically penniless.
I like reading fantasy fictions but most of the fictions that I get to read are those written by American or British authors. It is a shame really, since I know that we have such rich collections of oral stories of the supernatural and the fantastic and no one has bothered to write anything based on those, as least as far as I know. Fantastic stories are relegated to the children’s section of bookstores, confined in children’s books. I guess, that fact is starting to change now.
On March 17, 2010, Neil Gaiman will be coming to Rockwell to announce the winners of the 3rd Philippine Graphic/Fiction Awards. This year, aside from awards for prose and comics, there will also be awards for short films entered in the contest. I wish everyone who participated the best of luck!
I wish I could go there next month. It would be a great time to meet my favorite writer in the flesh, and maybe get him to sign my copy of Neverwhere.








