Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Just Saw This

So I saw my friend retweet this photo on Twitter. My blog is a little black and white too but I don't think this will ever happen. I don't know. We'll see.

Saturday, November 26, 2016


Deep inside I want to kill myself, but other than that life's good.

Monday, November 21, 2016

Just Charcoal Sketching and Not Finishing

The last time I worked on this it was more than a week ago. I don't have the motivation to finish it anymore because the paper just sucks. Every time I brush and erase it gets creased and woolly. I should just redo this on another paper. Probably Canson or Vellum.

Thursday, November 17, 2016

Wednesday, November 09, 2016

Just Shaking Hands

I can not seem to steady my hands
 The shaking reminds me of what I have done
  Yes, of course, I should deserve this
    To you, it seems, I have every right to deserve this
     but everyone else thinks otherwise

I may tell you what I did
 But promise me you'll keep it a secret
  It is no surprise at all, really
   I just skipped a meal and barely eaten
    And didn't sleep the other night
     That is why my hands are shaking

Monday, November 07, 2016

Just Ranting in My Own Dialect

Kung magreklamo gani ka nga dili tarong ang eskwelahan, sigurado nga tarong pud ka nga studyante. Kung tarong jud ka, edi payts lang. Pero kabalo jud ko nga dili ka tarong kay sige ka'g pangopya sa akong mga answer kada exam tapos okay ra man pud sa ako nga mangopya ka. Ayaw ra jud ko ingna nga nagatarong ka ug skwela. Kay kung tarong ka nagskwela, magstudy ka, dili magsalig sa ako.

Just Something I Wanted So Badly, but Now, I Have It

So I posted previously something that I wanted so badly. Here's the link to that post:

And now, someone made me one. Not bought, but made; said it was for my birthday. I gave him a link to my blog before and he scrolled so far to that post. Now I am so thankful I love it so much. I didn't even think he would think of doing that kind of thing for me. We haven't even met. But he did it, and gave it to me personally last Saturday, and I exchanged some of my drawings with him too.

Thank you, Marco ^_^

Skeleton Gerard Way

Sunday, November 06, 2016

Just Some Art I Made Last Week

The male singer from Sleeping with Sirens who has a girlier voice than me, Kellin Quinn. I ripped some paper from my drawing book and got bored so I drew him. Who knew it would turn out like this? Haha. I used a ballpoint pen with this.

Kellin Quin Sketch

I get envious when people upload watercolor art on Facebook so I decided to make one myself. Not that good in it, though. I used bond paper, some cheap watercolor from the streets and used pen for the outlines.

Friday, November 04, 2016

Just Irritation

I heard you say something the first time and I chose to ignore you. Then, you say it again and I tell you that I heard you the first time and now I am annoyed. Ugh

Just A Little Life

This may be the most painful book I have read. It can really make your face look like the cover.

A Little Life

Thursday, November 03, 2016

Just a Post that isn't True to Life

Another airplane passes by. I remember how you wanted to be in one. You wanted to explore other places. You couldn't even stay put in class. When we grew up, you rode ships instead, because along the way, you obtained a fear of heights. Well, maybe just a fear of falling, because ever since you fell for someone, it shattered you to bits, and I watched you as it happened. I didn't do anything about it. I don't regret it, because I knew that you needed this. You needed to know the importance of anchors. They are what stops you from drifting away from the people who love you, stops you from drifting away from me. And for such time, I wonder, would you still be here now if you got on a plane, or still lost at sea? Because when the news about you going overboard for the reason of you couldn't stay still, I keep missing you. I guess you didn't know enough about the importance of anchors, both literally and metaphorically.

But I know you're living your dream now, the dream of being in the sky, looking down upon us.

Just that I Couldn't Sleep, and I Wrote this 2 Hours Ago and Just Uploaded it Now

Here I am, ranting again, about the people I know, who complain a lot, as if they have it the worst, as if they are the only people in the world. "You wouldn't understand," he said. "You don't know my pain," she said. They seek for attention, for help, and once people give them what they want and what they need and what they have been thirsting for, they reward them utter bullshit, as if they are the most important people in the world, completely apathetic. Little do they know they are just whiny babies seeking for the love that was never given to them, so blind with their own vanity, never once put themselves in other people's shoes. I hope they change. I hope it won't forever be this way. I hope I won't complain about people complaining anymore. Because people like me can't take it anymore. It kills us.