Hi. I love your description, "Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known." =)) Your works are so cool! <3

@insidetheheadofliandu

Hello! :) I love that quote too! It’s an excerpt from the novel “Invisible Monsters” by Chuck Palahniuk. Thank you for thinking that, nice person! :)

…and sorry for giving such awkward responses :( /headdesk 

She scoured for light in unlikely places &#8212; inside kitchen cupboards and under stacked piles of table napkin. She trapped them in tiny mason jars that grew mold with age. Although on certain occasions, days when the world seemed a bit gloomier than its usual gloomy, she would take a jar and open it. 

She scoured for light in unlikely places — inside kitchen cupboards and under stacked piles of table napkin. She trapped them in tiny mason jars that grew mold with age. Although on certain occasions, days when the world seemed a bit gloomier than its usual gloomy, she would take a jar and open it. 

Played around with a scanner and a flashlight one boring afternoon. 

Obligatory B&amp;W self-portrait~ My blog has fallen idle these past couple of days because I was too busy with life (believe it or not). Anyway, 5 Randoms: Classes start tomorrow! I finally bought a school notebook yesterday. I&#8217;ve been meaning to paint/draw/design on it but the internet is such an alluring mofo (a mofo whom I love deeply, of course).  My first subject is Art History. I have this nagging feeling that I would suck at Art History.  They finally built a McDonald&#8217;s beside our school building, yay~ No more walking all the way to La Salle (it&#8217;s not that far, but still) to get decent fast food. Rejoice. People often mistake my silence with either passive-aggression or me being a completely anti-social snob. I&#8217;m not, okay:( I just don&#8217;t have anything to say&#8230; plus, I&#8217;m shy and awks:( It&#8217;s annoying how people in our country made such a big deal about Lady Gaga. She&#8217;s having a concert here this week and some religious groups went berserk, preaching these cult-like interpretations of her songs. People, there are much much bigger problems (i.e. poverty, hunger, your twisted self-righteousness) than a pop star. Build a bridge and get over it. I was face-palming my way through the news yesterday night. People suck. Here&#8217;s to sophomore year! Summer 2012, thou shall be missed. :)

Obligatory B&W self-portrait~ My blog has fallen idle these past couple of days because I was too busy with life (believe it or not). Anyway, 5 Randoms:

  1. Classes start tomorrow! I finally bought a school notebook yesterday. I’ve been meaning to paint/draw/design on it but the internet is such an alluring mofo (a mofo whom I love deeply, of course). 
  2. My first subject is Art History. I have this nagging feeling that I would suck at Art History. 
  3. They finally built a McDonald’s beside our school building, yay~ No more walking all the way to La Salle (it’s not that far, but still) to get decent fast food. Rejoice.
  4. People often mistake my silence with either passive-aggression or me being a completely anti-social snob. I’m not, okay:( I just don’t have anything to say… plus, I’m shy and awks:(
  5. It’s annoying how people in our country made such a big deal about Lady Gaga. She’s having a concert here this week and some religious groups went berserk, preaching these cult-like interpretations of her songs. People, there are much much bigger problems (i.e. poverty, hunger, your twisted self-righteousness) than a pop star. Build a bridge and get over it. I was face-palming my way through the news yesterday night. People suck.

Here’s to sophomore year! Summer 2012, thou shall be missed. :)

“And remember that whatever discipline you are in, whether you are a musician or a photographer, a fine artist or a cartoonist, a writer, a dancer, a designer, whatever you do you have one thing that’s unique. You have the ability to make art. Life is sometimes hard. And when things get tough, this is what you should do: Make good art.” - Neil Gaiman

This man. Huge inspiration. 

Light Seeker {Line Art} by ~comeonyell

Light Seeker {Line Art} by ~comeonyell

Light Seeker by ~comeonyell

Light Seeker by ~comeonyell

Kristen Stewart in M Magazine

Kristen Stewart in M Magazine

(Source: drunkstew)

thunderpopcola:

“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

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P&P Series

“Keep your sketches and bad poetry confined to a journal and shake your head vehemently if someone asks to see. Suppress your good ideas because what, it wouldn’t make a difference anyway.” - How To Kill Your Creativity, Mila Jaroniec

There are two things I honestly think I’m inept at: Photography and Poetry.

I was thinking about my ineptitude last night (idk it was raining, it matches the mood) and I realized the reason to much of the work I refuse to share is mainly due to the pretense that I think they actually suck. It dawned on me that I was being a complete wuss… a lame wuss.

Whenever I browse through poetry/photography blogs, I’ve seen myself wanting to do some of my own as well — and why the fuck not? Basically, this is me saying that I’d start this poetry-photography series starting today. It would most probably suck but hey, sucking is the first step to being actually okay at something, right? That is all.

p.s. I have this habit of going about everything in an incredibly dramatic way, it’s annoying. No1curr.

Mom,

I could write reasons why I love you but I already did that last year. This year, I’ll make it different — with two of the stories I’ve never told you. 

When I was in my last year of high school, my adviser started calling some of our parents to have these little conversations before graduation. In the middle of class, I was excused. I thought I was in trouble, my memory failing me yet again with a missed deadline. You know what? I never told you/anyone this, but my adviser called me just to say, verbatim: “You are so lucky to have your mom. She’s one of the most understanding and nicest people I’ve ever talked to.” You are.

Once, I had a conversation with a friend. She said she envied me because I have a mom like you. At that time, I laughed it off. It was so bizarre hearing that from somebody. Remember that time during the school fair when I kept shooing you away because you were being all lovey-dovey in front of my friends? Well, she cried because of that. She said her mom would never be that way with her. Then, it hit me. Fate was with me when God made you my mom. So lucky to have you. 

You’re the only person who completely knows me — the good, the bad, and the vulnerable. You’ve never once judged me and I could honestly attest that I’ve had such a great upbringing. You’re the light that has guided me along the away.

Despite the crappy metaphors, my shitty writing, and the fact that I don’t say this as frequent as you’d like, I want you to know that I love you. I say this with every bit of honesty I have. I really really do. 

~then it rained cheese~

Emma Stone, stop being so perfect gawd. 

Emma Stone, stop being so perfect gawd. 

Cliched work-space photos, yo.

Generally, I’m not that messy with work spaces — well, except if I’m doing something crafty… which is never… because I hate cleaning up… especially if cleaning up includes shit loads of tiny evil paper cut-outs that gets everywhere. Anyway, I’ve finally finished with the illustration I’ve been working on since yesterday. It took me longer than usual though. Without time constraints, I almost always move at a snail’s pace. Also, I’ve managed to walk into a wall today. Yipee, ineptitude~ 

Oh, there’s almost a week left before school starts again (I go to a trimester college, go figure). A week. Here’s to the remaining days of being a hardcore bum. :(