Sketchy feels at the moment which in actuality was yesterday. And like more than half of the population, I prefer to do my masterpieces on the floor with elbows standing and legs monkeying in whatever piece of furniture it can get a hold of.
And of course, with all my heart, I would like to thank my sister for picking up a random pencil in some random place. Without the pencil, I could not do this at all. I don’t care about my sister okay. jk.
Thank you for my ipod, my forever chocolatey buddy for lying to me what time is it. 5:56am Feb 12. Srsly, you could do better y’know like 6:66am. That would creep the hell outta me.
Thank you mom for keeping my tummy happy with the munchies. I wouldn’t function at all without them, I’d go nuts. (pun intended)
And lastly, my close friend, Cher Lloyd for thy cherry chapstick-tasting lips as my reference. (I missed fun blogging >:)
Voila, dundun: (crap, it’s dirty)
The Cosmos Bed by Natalia Rumyantseva
A high-tech bed that brings the starry night sky indoors.
Every night would be so beautiful even with the bad days. ♥
Before anything else, this is not a coffee-and-muffin rant. I just like a pint of irrelevance, that’s all. *okay bye
My heart is so happy right now I could cry. It makes me want to clean the whole house, every corner of it and paint its boring walls with weird stuff (sheepbrix, if only I have paint). Jezez, if I’m anything by a clinical name at the moment, I’m a kind of paranoiac in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy. It’s like I’m bursting with marshmallow in my brain and popcorn in my stomach. (I really find it hard to explain this feeling, but it’s a really really cool feeling , so no denying it)
Seeking the Great Perhaps. I guess this is what all of this is about. That even though life had sucked a lot, it gets better. And a lot better and better if you just keep on keepin’ on. All it takes is to believe that we all get fvcked up at one point but one thing’s for sure, we always get a better version 2.0 of ourselves after every single goddamn-we-once-thought-a-hopeless case. Now I’m learning every day to allow the space between where I am and where I want to be to inspire me and not terrify me. Every day seems to me an expedition of discovering more about myself. I think I’m in love with me. Big time. (yakno)
Being back to sketching sparked up this whole falling-in-love-with-myself affair. In spite of my achy break-y heart, I’m genuinely cool with all the cray crays in my arsenal.Go you, find your inspiration, and take notice whenever you are blissful, jumpy jolly or whatever. Shout or hum or prolly think at some point, ‘If this isn’t great, I don’t know what is.’ Go.
Joseph. I prefer not to hihi sorry anon :c.
Judging from the photos, yep, I am certainly back from my funk art hibernation! I just woke up, and well kinda had this lull that ‘woah, I have a stack of paper, a pencil, a pen and a marker for just such an occasion.’ And so this happened.
I’m also guessing you don’t know guys that I draw. Gotcha. I never really felt I was any good at drawing too, maybe because I have a slight perfectionist streak which made me throw away anything that didn’t exactly resemble what I was picturing in my head. After grade school, I hadn’t really done much drawing at all. That was that until I was chosen to be the cartoonist of my university’s school publication.
I may not be the best at it but I seem to have gotten over my perfectionist tendencies, or at least I no longer have the energy necessary to worry over it which is a good thing, so yay me.
^ my failed attempt of shading (huhubells)
*drumrolls. The finished rushed product: (well, it’s still crap)
Here it comes. The unknown.
Hi there college.
I think I’d be making a lot of this for the coming months. I always find it fun making mix-tapes as much as my seasonal mood gets its own taste of productivity which is occasionally every eon. Here’s a first in my 8tracks account. A playlist for the summer that will be. Listen here.
The last time I did for the first time ever was going on a Bohol trip, 89 kilometers away from Cebu via fast rafts approximately a 1hr ride. And I knew better than ask my parents to go that far in a day. Deception, I know right. I was just washing the plates when my soon-college-buddy Florence called me and Lyza at exactly 12 noon. He said we’ll go to Bohol. And of course it took me lots of bluffs and guffaws before believing it was actually true. He promised we’ll be back within the day with all expenses covered for free. And guess who is such a sucker for free, a sucker for seas, a sucker for trips, a sucker for adventures who fancies anywhere. That’s right, me with the zenith blood running with tragedy. So of course my alter ego went with the same mantra crazy people were going for “Say yes, and we’ll figure it out afterwards”.
When you run off from home and wander really far like 75 miles away from your own shores, you always think, ‘I want to go home.’ But then you come home, and of course it’s not the same. You can’t live with it, you can’t live away from it. And it seems like from then on there’s always this ache for some place that doesn’t exist. I felt that. Still do.
And this is my life at the moment. It felt like a party to which I had been invited, but at an address I couldn’t actually locate. Someone must be having fun at it, only, right at the moment, it’s not me. And I know I shouldn’t make homes out of human beings. It’s just that unbeknownst to me it’s a mystery of human chemistry and I don’t understand it, some people, as far as their senses are concerned, just feel like home.
And I’m so sorry for my own restless soul that I would never be completely at home anywhere. At least not yet.