Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Balloon Painting

Jasmine is supposed to come over to balloon paint but I highly doubt anything's going to happen at all today because, for one thing, I haven't bought the balloons nor the darts yet. HAHA. Goodness me, it's a shame we'll have to put this off until another day. It sounds like such fun. I could always rush out later. The day is still young.

Balloon painting with darts!

She gave me a belated birthday present the other day and, by george, it's lovely. It says 'jo' but Jasmine and I had both agreed that it looks like 'go' more than anything. It does, doesn't it? :)) But, pshaw, details. Haha. I like it.

I've been such a bum these couple of days, ridiculously so, with today not being an exception. I've just been home, lining and coloring stuff with Aaron over MSN. Apparently, being lazy only feels half as bad when you're at it with a friend. :)) Much less at times even.

Stuff I did

Stuff Ron did

We got to practice the craft of lining on Sai so I guess not all is at loss. :D
Aaron and I are currently working on a duet cover of 'Never Going to Give You Up' cause we were never able to see through the other duet covers we had previously planned in the past two years. LOL.

Enrollment for summer classes in college starts today.
I'm not even sure if I want to go for any.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

The Panic Button

Lately, I've been thinking a lot about how helplessly depressed I am capable of making myself and how much worse I would then feel for being so depressed in the first place, if that made sense. :))

And so, having had said such, I have devised a little something in hopes of maybe helping myself through these dreaded situations as they come. The Panic Button. :D

When clicked, I'll be made to choose between two folders of which consists of images I have personally hand-picked for the corresponding predicaments. 

They're my happy folders, in a way. Cause in them are motivational pictures and quotes, screenshots of loving words from my friends and family and basically anything and everything that I find makes me happy. :D I've been scavenging through heaps of files, both online and offline, for happy things I could put in them and it's honestly a chore, lol. But I think it will prove to be worth my while. :D 

I just need a little reminding sometimes, that I am more than what I am going through.
If you have any happy things you'd like to share, you're more than welcome to. :D
Good evening! :)

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Pretty Flowers

I just finished a painting from where I had last left off a few days ago. 
And, here we have an atrociously taken shot of it. I couldn't scan it cause the cartolina was just way too big. Actually, even if it weren't, I still wouldn't be able to cause the printer's still just as useless with its impossibly uncooperative driver installer thing. Fishsticks. |:

I'm honestly very pleased with the finished painting. :D Eric came over the other day to borrow my hair straightener and for reasons I am yet to understand, he painted over it with the acrylic he had on hand. Knowing as little as I did about paint, it was a definite cause for panic cause I didn't know if it was even still salvageable at that point.

But all is well. CRISIS AVERTED! :)) No harm done. :D
It's not much of anything but I've plenty of time to practice. :)

For all it's worth, I had ice cream today. :D
And chocolate. :3

It might add a wee little chub to my tum but I felt monumentally better since. (:

Monday, March 19, 2012

One Way At A Time

"One way at a time, peace will grow and fill our empty souls."

I often wish I was a musician; they seem to make the best sense of things.
Summer has begun and yet, I can't bring myself to be as ecstatic as I should.

I miss my mum, you see, more often lately than usual, and I hate how I can't talk to anyone about it. Not everyone seems to understand. They try to, I am aware, but I feel they could never really understand enough. So, I've tried to ignore the feeling all together which, I've realized, is never a good thing to do.

Today, at 1pm, I'll be attending a parenting seminar at Jason's school. He had made me sign the consent form to it last night and it was just then that it dawned on me how horrible I must be doing in raising him.

I hate that I can't give him as much attention as I want to. I hate that I constantly feel like I'm not doing a good enough job to support him, to love him the way mum did. I hate that I can't cook as good as how mum did cause then, I can't make his favorite food when he's done well in school, just like what mum used to do.

It bothers me that I am not much of a mother figure. It bothers me that I may not be able to teach him things as well as mum could have --- the important things. The very thought of him losing his way due to the guidance I am incapable of giving scares me witless.

It's hard to see mothers and pretend it doesn't sting. Especially in events such as these which would undoubtedly be pack-filled with mothers and fathers both equally concerned about their child's welfare. What's harder is having to attend these things alone and feeling that I have to live up to a whole new set of unspoken expectations.

I hate how lonely it feels every day, how incomplete. I hate how I could never even tell my dad about what I feel because it feels wrong. It feels wrong because he's been so wonderful, so patient and so kind. It feels wrong because if there's anyone in this world who would miss her more, it's him. It feels wrong because there he is, being strong for the three of us while I'm too weak to even try.

But anyway, I must be off.
It'll start in about thirty minutes or so.
I just wanted to let that out.

If you happened to read through all that nonsense, I promise a significantly less depressing post to follow.
You have a magnificent day. :)

Saturday, March 3, 2012

A Little Bit of Everything

The printer stopped working, rendering even the once exceedingly reliable scanner useless. Consequently, I won't be scanning any of my drawings for awhile. At least till I can get the driver working properly. HP has disappointed with its new software interface; it's heinously hideous as compared to its former.

This unfortunate circumstance is rather a pity since I had such great sketch ideas lined up for the weekend. Knowing that I won't be able to scan them any time soon dampens my enthusiasm significantly.

This was the last thing I scanned before the printer went haywire on me.

It's a sketch of my brother, Jason, when he had his Junior prom last February 17. I think he's very pretty. :3 Haha. It was the first time I've seen him in a full-blown tuxedo. I'd scan his studio pictures but, you know, the confounded printer's down. They'll have to wait another day.

I'll be working on a painting later, for Mich's final project. After I return home from NSTP, I suppose.
March 9. It needs to be done by then. I have readied my equipment for battle for it is said that the the pen is mightier then the sword. Or, in this case, the paintbrush. Huzzah! Behold, my weapon of choice. Hahahaha.

Yesterday, along with the white sheet of cartolina and the set of poster paint, I have purchased two books both costing me no more than P100 each. The Lottery by Patricia Wood, which had won me over with its seemingly whimsical air, and Heart Sick by Chelsea Cain, which I couldn't have possibly come across till it came recommended by one of the sales attendants.

I'm giddy from excitement just looking at them. I can't wait to start. :D In all honesty, I had initially intended to buy To Kill a Mocking Bird by Harper Lee. Though, browsing through what would be a meager collection of  books in a mere department store, it wasn't to be found nor were books of recognized authors. I wasn't entirely dismayed for, in truth, I'd delight in any book with a good story and I had found two. :D

In the matters of the most recent of events, early morning today at 4:30am, we had yet another Fun Run event at school and I have missed it. I did not sleep only to snooze off when it mattered. Not that I didn't even try, I did it. But it was in vain. When I arrived, runners were finishing and, to make things worse, I was dropped off near the finish line. I melted away in the heat of embarrassment and made my way home, defeated by shame, taking the needed precautions to leave unseen. I was, and still am, devastated. I was so looking forward to it too. ):

On a brighter note, it's a perfect day to sleep in. The rain comes and goes and it's so cozy at home. :3

Anyhoo, let's talk about movies. :D
A little slightly after I had arrived home from the mall to buy the earlier mentioned cartolina and poster paint, Jason and I sat down with Carbonara for dinner and watched V For Vendetta.

Reading its reviews, I have discovered that it's actually a comic book adaptation. What I loved most about the movie was the masked man himself, maddened with genius. Eloquent, clever and exceptionally idealistic, he struck to me as such an interesting fellow, a hero of sorts. Another thing I loved was the emphasis on how powerful words and ideas are. It's just mind-boggling, at the very least.

"Remember, remember the 5th of November. The gunpowder, treason, and plot. I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot."

Even if that might have not made any sense to those who have yet to watch it, people ought to know I just adored how he had said it. Haha. I'm positive there were plenty other quotables but I was simply too taken in with the story to even care taking note of them. :))

I shall top this post off with DIY projects I want to do at the moment.

Small Projects:

Big Projects:
Invisible Bookshelf (From Book to Shelf)

Oh and yes, blog layout change! :)