Ilocos

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“For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)

it’s always ourselves we find in the sea”

-E.E. Cummings

 

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.

 

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Intrams 2013

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.

 

 

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Alex

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Vincent

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Kelsey

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Tubes of paint used by Jaz to make her group’s project.

Can also act as an advertisement for Lyra.

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Jaz

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They were working on this.

I don’t know what it is exactly but it’s for Art History.

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Let us pretend this angle is artistic.

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Lyka

BASKETBALL PICTURES:

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Baywalk

Our photography classes with Sir Jokay (Joseph Kayaban) are held on Tuesday afternoons. Now, I like Sir Jokay–I do, I swear. He’s a funny old man and may be even weirder than our prof in Figure Drawing, Sir Benj. But Photography wasn’t very interesting until a few hours ago, when we were finally, finally, allowed to go outside and take pictures of random things and random people (and the back of Sir Jokay’s shiny bald head).

I’m not very good when it comes to Photography. The camera I used belongs to the whole family but my older sister’s the one who uses it a lot. And by a lot, I mean, she’s become a bit possessive of it and since I’m (ehem) careless when it comes to handling expensive things, you can imagine the hissy reaction I get whenever I tell her I want to use it.

Sir Jokay took us to Baywalk where he let us roam around and experiment with our cameras. It was fun–high school party fun, even. Though I suppose that had more to do with the rain than with taking pictures. I have no idea why we become hyper when it rains. It’s like we’re Gremlins.

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Chains preventing us from jumping into the scummy water.IMG_3237

There were a lot of boats there but not one person was on board.IMG_3261

A picture of the restaurant above.IMG_3267

The view from the restaurant’s veranda.IMG_3281

A dusty disco ball discovered over our heads.IMG_3284

Classmates taking pictures.IMG_3288

Another closed restaurant. Or bar. I think it’s a bar.IMG_3292

Sir Jokay said to take pictures of shapes. Here, a circle. Sort of.IMG_3297

Tried to pick this lock. My skills, however, failed.IMG_3305

Friends played stripper on this post. The poor thing has seen so much.IMG_3318

My attempt at establishing equal halves.IMG_3320

This plane is going somewhere. Hopefully, they’ll arrive safely. The clouds don’t look happy.IMG_3323

Some buildings.IMG_3330

Four of my classmates checking out floating garbage.IMG_3343

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Fisherman in Blue shows us the beauty of a dying fish.IMG_3346

A fish who chewed more than he could.IMG_3349

Fisherman in Blue’s catch of the day.IMG_3355

Fisherman Assistant prepares the bait.IMG_3387

The back of the Cultural Center of the Philippines.IMG_3397

The sun finally peeking from behind the clouds after an hour of light rain.

School and Things

Yes, I am well aware that I suck when it comes to blog titles. I apologize for not being one of those people who have no difficulty when it comes to organization, and, well, blog titles.

So school began two weeks ago and whoopee I’m now a college sophomore. Oh how wonderful to go to a school where Catholicism is a must, where you are still treated like a high school student, where there are idiotic rules that make no sense at all as said rules will not bring the apocalypse any closer if you break them. Obviously, I dislike my college, but then, I have never met a student who loves their school wholly, so perhaps this is normal, acceptable, even.

Or perhaps these pancakes I’m eating are so delicious, they’re forcing me to find fault in every single thing in the universe, with the exception of their sweet, sweet taste.

So school, let’s get back to that. Well, classes are fine, not a lot of things to do yet, Lit class is wonderful, College Algebra is surprisingly easy for me, considering how I nearly failed my Math subjects in high school (numbers and I have have never gotten along). Everything is normal.

But you guys don’t care about that, of course, since this is a blog for my drawings and other random things. Random things done, drawings next.

Have only had once class in Figure Drawing and Benji has yet to give our plate back to us so here is a sketch of Thom Yorke drawn during the bus ride to Manila, the gates of hell, and below that, a drawing of Wreck-it Ralph for my friend.

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Scraps and Hands

I haven’t uploaded in a while because of schoolwork. Even though my finals aren’t done yet (I still have Theo on Wednesday and Communication Arts on Tuesday) I feel like I’m finished because the worst is over. The worst being the controversial art report and scrapbook for Art History. My blockmates had a drinking spree after we submitted that damn scrapbook but I went home and slept. I slept for eight hours straight, woke up to eat, then slept for another four more.

I messed it up. They kept making me laugh.

Our second to the last plate in Techniques. Did it again because I thought we shouldn’t include the white cloth. Imagine my reaction when I realized I was doing it right.

 

This was done two years ago. Didn’t finish it because I realized that I scaled Harry badly and he ended up looking retarded. I wasted my colored pencils.

I don’t know. I was just doodling with my oil pastels while waiting for Benj to set up the stuff for our plate. I ended up with this guy with creepy eyes. So I call it Addiction.

Crowley from Good Omens by Neil Gaiman

Aziraphale from Good Omens by Neil Gaiman

I found this book in our library which featured hands in different positions referenced from the 1930’s. Can’t remember the title. If they didn’t have such tight security, that book would probably be in my hands right now. But the nuns…

Hitler and Stalin with gorgeous hairstyles. And one very angry T-rex.

 

 

 

 

 

 

More Plates

Redid my visper plate because the first one was way too dirty. I don’t remember how many shades of blue I used here. Ten or eight, maybe.

Statues. Only got an A- here because I wasn’t able to make them look like they were made of plaster.

A different set of statues drawn on pastel paper. 95/98. I think I lost three points because I used light charcoal instead of dark. Or I just drew a really bad face.

Oh school. And right after I got these two techniques plates back, I went to my blockmate’s debut and got a little drunk. It was only when I was walking around Taft, looking for my school so I could ride a bus back home did I realize I was a little intoxicated and quite lost. Fortunately, the more dominant and sober part of my brain brought me to the right direction. Lesson learned: Never drink on a Friday night and go home by yourself.

Techniques Class

 

Title: Basic Shapes and Form   Pencils: 8B, 4B, 2B       Paper: Vellum Cartolina

 

Title: Tea Party     Pencils: 6B, 3B       Paper: Vellum Cartolina

 

 

Two plates I did for Techniques, my best and favorite class. It’s a little boring since all we do is still life but it’s okay because our prof, Benji, a man in his late sixties who is a little bit of a hippie plays the coolest music while we draw. Bob Dylan mostly, but when he’s in a really good mood, he’ll play this weird African music that my blockmates hate. Oh, and he smells like bubbles so we call him Benjamin Bubbles. You’d think he’d get mad, but he’s okay with all the jokes. Sometimes my blockmates make really lewd jokes in class and he’ll just smile and turn up the volume of his old radio. He’s so weird.

Day One: What’s in Your Bag?

 

30 DAY DRAWING CHALLENGE:

DAY 01 : WHAT’S IN YOUR BAG? 
DAY 02 : WHAT DID YOU WEAR TODAY?
DAY 03 : A MYTHICAL CREATURE
DAY 04 : FAVORITE CHARACTER IN A MOVIE
DAY 05 : YOUR CELEBRITY CRUSH
DAY 06 : A FORMER NON-CELEBRITY CRUSH
DAY 07 : DRAW SOME MONSTERS
DAY 08 : WHAT WOULD YOUR IDEAL PROM PICTURE LOOK LIKE?
DAY 09 : HOW ARE YOU FEELING TODAY?
DAY 10 : A DRAG QUEEN
DAY 11 : RE-DRAW SOMETHING YOU’D DRAW A LOT WHEN YOU WERE YOUNGER
DAY 12 : YOUR LAST MEAL ON DEATH ROW
DAY 13 : HOW YOU THINK YOU LOOK
DAY 14 : FAVORITE ANIMAL
DAY 15 : DRAW SOMETHING YOU’RE LOOKING AT
DAY 16 : YOUR IDEAL MEANS OF TRANSPORTATION
DAY 17 : FREE DAY – DRAW WHATEVER YOU WANT – 
DAY 18 : ONE OF YOUR STUFFED ANIMALS
DAY 19 : SOMETHING ”HOT” 😉
DAY 20 : FAVORITE OUTFIT / IDEAL OUTFIT
DAY 21 : SOMETHING YOU DRAW INSPIRATION FROM
DAY 22 : DRAW SOMETHING THAT GOES WITH SOME SONG LYRICS 
DAY 23 : WHAT DID YOU EAT TODAY?
DAY 24 : FAVORITE DISNEY PRINCESS
DAY 25 : A PET YOU HAVE/HAD
DAY 26 : HOW YOU WISH YOU LOOKED
DAY 27 : A UNICORN
DAY 28 : FREE DAY
DAY 29 : SOMEONE WEARING A REALLY FUN HAT
DAY 30 : SOMETHING DELICIOUS

 

I was supposed to do this the same time as my sister but the plates came up and I had to draw for my grade. I had some free time so I thought that I should get started. So day one…what’s in my bag?

 

The things I bring every weekday to college:

1) Yellow Pad 2) Textbook for Theology (ugh, I know, but there’s no way to get out of it) 3) Filler for my notes 4) A green straw from that time we went to Affinitea (I’m a slob) 5) the most important thing for an art student is the pencil case. Mine is filled with charcoal pencils, tissue paper, my phone, a kneaded eraser, a regular eraser, a sharpener, pencil shavings, and bus tickets 6) some leftover wire for our Materials 101, probably from that time we made that wire sculpture 7) scissors to cut but used mostly as a threat to thieves 8) glue 🙂 9) sketchpad filled with portraits of male models and actors 10) my wallet which is filled with pictures of friends and family, some crumpled bills, dirty coins, my ticket from that time we saw Noli Me Tangere, more bus tickets, and an autograph of that guy who hosted our recollection when we were in our junior year of high school.

 

And lots and lots of pencil shavings.