Naks. #becauseanniversary

Naks. #becauseanniversary <3

1, 2, 3, 4, 5. (at Capitol Commons)

1, 2, 3, 4, 5. (at Capitol Commons)

#babies :3 so cute.

#babies :3 so cute.

Tags: babies

PMS

I actually pushed my way through a group of casual-wearing nightshift-looking yuppies who were walking at a rate of 1cm/hour. I must have physically hurt one of them because I heard a sound of indignation. I’m sorry for that, but honestly, if you’re looking to relax, chill, and take a leisurely stroll with your homies or your office buds, do it in Starbucks Tagaytay or somewhere else, not in a business district with narrow sidewalks during rush hour. Bonus: I wasn’t even running late. I know I should be sorry…NOT. #evil X_x

The Windows Series
Windows 4 |
(pencil/watercolor on paper, 2013)

The Windows Series

Windows 4 |

(pencil/watercolor on paper, 2013)

The Windows Series
Windows 3 | Flyer
(pencil on paper 2013, mainlib)
Late follow-up. This one has much less depth than the previous. Two semesters ago, I kind of had a lot of free time. Sometimes I would spend the whole afternoon waiting for my class...

The Windows Series

Windows 3 | Flyer

(pencil on paper 2013, mainlib)

Late follow-up. This one has much less depth than the previous. Two semesters ago, I kind of had a lot of free time. Sometimes I would spend the whole afternoon waiting for my class at 5.30 PM. It was during these times that I did a couple sketches. :)

my-brainstorms:
“ Life has to be better. HAS TO BE.
”

my-brainstorms:

Life has to be better. HAS TO BE. 

newspaperblackout:
“ A newspaper blackout by Austin Kleon
”

newspaperblackout:

A newspaper blackout by Austin Kleon

(via newspaperblackout)

Keepsakes

Last night, I was busy rearranging a semester’s worth of papers and notes to mark the impending closure of the sem break (because I am anal-retentive like that). I first started out with the “cleaning” task feeling very anxious about the incoming enrollment and my career plans for the next year.  I generally just had that familiar feeling of dread felt by most people in their 20s.

Among the clutter I was trying to put in order was my box of keepsakes. When I opened it, there were concert tickets, a sash with glittery lettering that read, “ETPS Star of the Night,” an old canister that contained short heart-warming letters from friends and family, and other small odd things. There wasn’t much there yet, but it felt good to touch and see those things again.

Seeing and touching those things, associating them with nice feelings and getting in touch with the good memories that they triggered had a nice effect on me somehow. I was reminded that despite my irrational fear of the future, I have acquired quite a number of great experiences that are worth treasuring. :)

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Three Over Five
watercolor/crayons, ~2005/2006
I made this drawing/painting for a homework in my English class back in first year college. We were instructed to illustrate classic literary pieces. However, I can’t remember what poem this was based...

Three Over Five
watercolor/crayons, ~2005/2006

I made this drawing/painting for a homework in my English class back in first year college. We were instructed to illustrate classic literary pieces. However, I can’t remember what poem this was based on, probably a sonnet? You can see that my teacher wrote some comments – she was looking for the lovers, the priest, and the trees that were supposedly mentioned in the poem. And because I am a master crammer, I didn’t really put much thought into this. Apparently, my teacher was not happy and gave me a 3 over 5. haha

The Windows Series
Windows 2 | Job Fair
(Jan~Feb 2013, main lib)

The Windows Series
Windows 2 | Job Fair

(Jan~Feb 2013, main lib)

Sem Break/ Liquor Ban 10/26/13

Sem Break/ Liquor Ban 10/26/13

Can’t Pass Anymore

I was browsing though my tumblr a couple hours ago, and I was surprised to see this old unpublished, undated draft (probably more than a year old). Funny and weird story. :D

A strange thing happened on my way home from work last night. This guy I sat next to on the bus started talking to me casually like he knew me from somewhere. I pretended to look sleepy because I was having a headache and feeling nauseous, but he still kept on yapping and asking questions about me. Trying not to be impolite, I answered his questions with yes or no, or in one-word responses. In between questions, he would insert details about himself: where he works, what he’s reading (50 Prosperity Classics), how much he earns, etc. He even discussed about how people should always remember that success and prosperity depends on how we perceive to achieve them. (whut?)

In the fifteen minutes that we (I, unwillingly) shared that gruesome bus ride, he discovered (or rather, guessed) that I’m 22years old, studied Psychology, content with my job, happy, but still intent on pursuing her dreams. On the other hand, I learned that his name was Lawrence, 24 years old, works in audit, studied accountancy, is a “CPA (Can’t Pass Anymore)”, and that his office was a couple blocks away from where I work. I didn't tell him that bit, though.

So, judging by his impulsive nature, his mannerisms, the cadence and tone of his speech, and the fact that he was talking to me about success, career, and how to easily get rich, I seriously thought he had strong neurotic tendencies. And now I regret not asking him if he knew who Hannibal Lecter is, not because I think he should learn a thing or two from one of our favorite serial killers, but simply because it’s kind of a deal breaker for me if a guy hasn’t even heard of the name. I don’t even know why.

The Windows Series
Windows 1
10/23/13, watercolor
Replaced one of the framed drawings at home with this. :) I’ll be posting The Windows Series in the next couple of days. I don’t have a scanner, so I make do with my sister’s tablet, and I just...

The Windows Series

Windows 1

10/23/13, watercolor

Replaced one of the framed drawings at home with this. :) I’ll be posting The Windows Series in the next couple of days. I don’t have a scanner, so I make do with my sister’s tablet, and I just enhance the photos digitally. X_x

Until we learn to give pieces of ourselves without grudge, only then can we truly become whole.