adieu?

hi, hello visitor.



i might bid goodbye to this space for good. a parallel universe is inviting and i think i shall be heeding its call.



a shift in perspective (ie things i want to share with you and the world) is the reason behind.



i dunno. i have separation issues and i am super sentimental so let's see.



anyway, feel free to browse around.



thank you.



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some stuff i'm obsessing over this week:

get excited and make things.

this weekend, i promise to produce something hand-made, i.e. submit something for illustration friday.

i haven't drawn in a long while. well, at least i tried once this year with a watercolor portrait but i wasn't too happy with the results i abandoned the project altogether.

this time, however, i am pushing myself to really go beyond the starting line. if i get past through this, well i guess that means i'll be able to get on with the hundred art-related projects swimming in my head.

i'm not sure if i need to create another blog where i can start posting the stuff. let's see, let's see.

anyway, last night's laugh trip:



have a happy weekend dear reader! :)

Trent Reznor, I will Secret my way to your concert.

I remember it very clearly.

I was a grade school kid poring over the latest issue of LIFE. There were the usual suspects: politicians who vowed to change the world with words, scientists who vowed to change the world through chemical formulas and binary number combos, Hollywood celebs who vowed to change the world with their toothy grins and debatable acting skills.

And then him.

Perfect Drug video grab via

He was the perfect drug for an impending teenage Armageddon otherwise known as pubescent angst. And it helped that the video of this song had me at its dirty and dark icy blue tones.

He says he wants to f*ck you like an animal. I would have gladly volunteered, haha.

The news was announced months before, but it is only now that I had an epiphany: I must see him though his coming came in years, no decades too late.

I just hope the universe will help me or at least would try to cooperate.

first day funk

june and its accompanying rains always bring back back-to-school memories
the smell of a fresh box of crayons, shiny leather shoes, wet grass and concrete
the sound of puddles splashing, the hi's and hello's, the laughter, the silence that permeates the four walls of the room after greeting your teacher
the sight of your classmate's funny back-to-school haircut, your terror teacher/prof, freshmen dressed to the nines, the crazy sched and curriculum, your krases old and new...

i wish i could create new back-to-school memories but it is not yet time.

anyway, some pictures of a canine bitch friend who wishes she could go to canine school not to learn canine tricks but to meet cute canine boys.

she is obedient

her playlist: Hercules & Love Affair, MGMT, Yeasayer, Shazam

obligatory belly rub before i leave

and now i leave as i brave the first day funk traffic. oh no.

cerulean blue

overhaul please, overhaul.

baby steps are good but i want a giant leap away from the chips on my shoulder.

there is no cerulean blue song, so let's have this:

Murasaki Blue - The Dorques



beautiful but the jap version gives it a quirky, mysterious boost, i think.

may this be the last.

i feel like the weather's up to something and i'm just hoping that that something will actually be good.

there has been a glitch in the system and the results weren't pretty at least in my end. being shoved into an emotional rollercoaster wasn't what i had in mind.

i mean well and my intentions were good, that's all.




anyway, as a friend would always champion: burn bridges.





i guess my theories won't really hold so yeah, maybe it's high time i give up on peddling my friendship.





i wish you both well. :)

and goodbye

it's all blahblahblah now.

there are things that you lose interest in not because you are a snob but you are reminded. and when you are reminded, you can't help but cringe and shudder. and then you wonder, "why oh why?"

someone was aghast when i told her the news. in fact, it was her question that made me realize that oh wow, yes, i have lost interest. it's just all blahblahblah now. thank you for making me realize that, haha.

in case you're wondering, look up the profile pic. it's populated with these things; it's like i have an evolution of Nikon hanging on my neck, haha.

and yes, it's not like i made any significant, mind-blowing contribution to the art for me to make you feel, dear reader, that you are at a loss. i'm just saying, merely informing, sharing.



meanwhile, i finally heeded the call of the pencil, paint, and pad. painful as it is since it has been years since the last, i am stretching and warming up my drawing muscles again. it has been a heartbreaking challenge these past few days, trying to squeeze out whatever drawing juice was left.

i actually want to give up on it but how can you give up on something that has always been a part of you, its presence bobbing up and down, surfacing, going down, and resurfacing once again?

hmm... now that i realize it, that must be the same reason why someone still matters and why i am deeply bothered by the awkward pauses that just keeps on materializing.

if you can read this...

... then yes, this validates that i am seriously waiting for your reply.

if it means not getting sleep, then so be it.

thank you.