Yes. I have a lot of time on my hands.
(Nah, this just took three hours)
I woke up and had the urge to draw a bear.
Hurt my wrist badly two days ago from overuse so I tried drawing again. Apparently, it doesn’t hurt as much when I’m doing traditional. Then again, my pen tablet is broken which means I really ought to replace it. It keeps falling apart in my hand.
Two weeks left until school starts. Ugh.
Yes, I really haven’t been sleeping well at all.
I love this fucking show.
Late night painting is what keeps me from saying sincere good mornings.
“For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea”
I can barely remember the details of my first Ilocos trip, mostly because my memory is selective. I hadn’t enjoyed it much the first time, possibly because of the presence of too many strict teachers and unlikable classmates. Or maybe it’s because I never did enjoy high school. I was always that kid who teachers never seemed to be able to decide if I blended in the background or had a rebellious mind. In high school, I seldom got intro trouble because of this. As soon as I did a bad thing, people would instantly forget about it or think that I couldn’t have done it because of my older sisters’ reputations. It made things a bit boring to be honest. How can you even have fun breaking the rules if no one even notices?
I didn’t break any rules during our trip. No one really cared about what we did as long as we didn’t hurt ourselves. But I enjoyed my latest visit to that place. Annoying tour guides, bus delays, and classmates succumbing to food poisoning (?) aside, I’d loved it. I loved the ocean, the briny scent of the air and even the way sand clung to the insides of my shoes. It wasn’t like Halong Bay. The Philippines has more beautiful beaches and is richer in natural resources so it pains me to think on how locals don’t take time to travel within the country. But then, you can’t exactly blame them. A trip to Hongkong costs as much as a trip to Davao. I would choose Hongkong, given the chance.
But this…I hadn’t expected this. I would travel with them again–Kelsey, Anya, Khams, Jaz, and the rest. I’m not going to be dramatic and say I’d like to explore the world, but if want to travel again, it will be funner with those guys. Without the hospitals of course.
DRAWINGS (these are long overdue, anyway):
I’m not dead, just too lazy to wait for this page to load which is why I haven’t updated this blog until now. A lot of things have happened. I went to Vietnam, got drunk on rice wine, went to Rizal, met up with a few friends, lost one, gained another, stayed awake three days straight thanks to our caffeine-infested kitchen, had my eighteenth birthday, got a slight hangover the day after which when combined with a flu really isn’t enjoyable, got a ukulele, snapped my guitar strings again, restocked our bookshelves, and am now nursing another flu which probably came with the water of our school’s swimming pool.
Weather? Freezing. As in cups-of-coffee-jackets-worn-at-home-slug-mucus freezing, and this is meant to be a tropical country. I have no idea how the ones up north are still alive. I drink too much coffee and tea but I can’t help it. I need something warm (no innuendos, please). My mouth tastes of coffee and cup noodles and it’s still not enough. I still have a slug mucus invading my nostrils.
Damn, you probably didn’t want to know about that. Sorry, I get carried away.
I can’t believe it but I kind of miss the warmth of the sun. Ironic since I complain about heat a lot. I just hate getting sick and I hate waking up in the middle of the night, dying for a piss. I’m running out of jackets to wear, too, and I keep looking at the sky, as if I’m waiting for snow to fall. Or maybe I’m waiting for the worst.
Such maudlin thinking. It’s the cold, I swear.
I’ve never been good at sports. Unless you count mind games, then I’m definitely not the kind of person who appreciates running around, sweating like a pig in a Jane Fonda get-up at five in the morning. I’m not even awake at five in the morning. I would happily avoid exercise, only it’s healthy and it stops me from getting fat. And while I’m not someone who really gives a damn about weight, I also don’t want to end up as a mass of flesh constantly inhaling cheeseburgers and doughnuts.
Still doesn’t mean I was eager to hear about the school’s yearly intramurals.
Let’s face it: I’ll never be good at any sport that involves moving about. I enjoy watching and taking pictures of people playing. In fact, taking pictures is all I did during the three-day intramurals. Well, that and watching The It Crowd during breaks between games.
Tubes of paint used by Jaz to make her group’s project.
Can also act as an advertisement for Lyra.
They were working on this.
I don’t know what it is exactly but it’s for Art History.
Let us pretend this angle is artistic.