Blah!

Sry for the title. I'm running short on ideas. Brainfreeze.
Anyway, here's a "sketch" from my newest deviation.



"Final"



I totally screw up the facial.
I probably could edit it, but I don't feel like altering anything that I've signed.
Consider I learned my lesson.
Besides that, I'm super happy. The colors came out pretty good; not perfect, but sufficient. I'm getting bolder on every new picture I paint. I need to learn to loosen it up and control the value more.

So yeah!

Bad news is, I lost my sketchbook. In church! Gosh. I think I left it on one of the seats, and it has my phone number on it.
Apparently whoever found it must have liked it so much he/she decided to keep it for him/

Killing Boredom.

A doodle I did in my English class.
It can be summed up as a boring day.
Pretty much.
Yeah.

I'm really surprised that nobody noticed that I was doodling for the past hour. I mean, didn't I look obvious or something? Mmmk.
Am I really that subtle? ;)



Done with a black pen on my pocket-size moleskine sketchbook.
Textures from www.cgtextures.com
Yes, it's a starbucks.

Sometimes inspiration constipation could be anticipated in a very queer way.
Hahah =D




I'm not feeling to explain a lot right now. But today me and a bunch other people from the art class visited this area in Santa Ana. Forgot what it's called. It's a museum aright. And we went inside and yeah, since I love museums, my commentaries would be very subjective.
It's pretty neat. They've got all sorts of artworks on display. Multimedia, application, collages, anything you could think of, was there, squeezed in such a tiny room. I'm amazed how many stuff they could cram together and arrange it to make it look like a proper display place.
Yeah.
I'm starting to sound utterly disordered. Pardon. It's almost one in the morning... and I need sleep. Haha.

These Past Few Days in September.

Ok, I'm just going to go free writing from now on. My brain just won't put up with articulate constructed sentences right now. So I apologize if it doesn't make any sense.
I hate the undeniable fact that we all have to grow up one day. And I die-hard trying to resist it. It's futile. I'm not Peter Pan. As much as I hope I was.
I'm losing it. I'm rapidly losing my identity. I ain't being myself anymore. The pressure is growing. And it's still growing and will keep growing and expanding and will always growing until it crushes me. I'm starting to feel that attraction again. I don't know what it is. Is it love? Is it just a crush? Gosh. I really hope that I could endure a few years without that nagging emotional feeling.
There's so many things I want to prove. Things I want to do. I want to help. I don't want to see injustices. I really want to change the world, if I can. To make it a better place.
I feel... useless. Gosh. I'm a freak. My hope is getting thinner every passing day. It wouldn't hold on for too much longer now.
I need a reason.
I've tried many, countless causes I made up to keep me on, and every single one of them fall off short.
I need someone, something, a belief; I could put reassurance in and that/who would push me to go on. The world is falling apart. It's almost a stranger to me now.
I will find it. I just don't know when. I hope I haven't crumbled till then.

I need a God. Not just any God. The God. The one God that I used to be totally in love with.
I hope I could reconcile and back to where I was. Maybe even more.

Then I'll find my other reasons.






Anyway!

I know that there are still few other things in my mind right now, but I feel from a little to quite much better now. Here's a few of what I've been doing on my tiny sketchbook lately!











I'm officially in love with Moleskine =D

And here's an unfinished photoshop doodle I did few months back. I was cleaning up my folders when I stumbled into this. Yeah... ;-)

Untitled. Haha, figures.

She's a Sneak.

An unusually gray Wednesday. I ain't having any classes.
Woke up in a bad mood.
Was feeling as apathetic as ever.

Jeez.
I will be better tomorrow.
Promise



(*Did I misspell gray?)

It just pops outta nowhere!

Boredom gets me every single time.
This time, I fought and I was actually being productive!

Done furtively inside a library.

So um Yeah!

First Post!

First Post evar!

Um, yeah!

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Sometimes I could be so inarticulate during glorious moments.


Haha ;)