time to start blogging properly. ive been re-reading my shit and it all comes together as incoherent crap. shit it is.

ive been submitting some of my overdue plates. 
been trying at perspective..
oh Lord. its all supposed to make me happy but why does it seem like work now.
the cat skeleton with the fur and skin overlays are nowhere near done.

okay breathe.
the question remains:
am i going to have anything below "art" define my life?
slacking, clothes, spending, sleeping, reading, or *gasp*, even ...music?

i have to make this work.
i dont have much time

me and jako have been getting all cranky with each other.
or.. crankier than the normal? HAHA
so jako decided that we do something new. and i go..
"e anong gagawin natin? wala na tayong pera noh!!!!" << in the fashion of a staple matronly housewife in a telenovela
and he goes "sing along tayo sa bahay!!"

ya. and it was FUNNNN.fun fun! we did, All Comming Back To Me Now, Smooth  Operator, Careless Whisper, Adrienne (hahahahhaha) , Freddie Aguilar's Kamusta Ka Aking Mahal, Someday Well Know, The Beachboys' Wouldnt it be Nice and a bunch of others.

and last night we painted together. haha now isnt that artsy fartsy and emo at the same time? AHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!

i have to take Le Bath now. i smell like a blod clot.

oh gross

new favorite song...

I was waiting for a cross-town train in the London underground when it struck me
That I've been waiting since birth to find a love that would look and sound like a movie
So I changed my plans and rented a camera and a van and then I called you
"I need you to pretend that we are in love again" and you agreed to

I want so badly to believe that "there is truth, that love is real"
And I want life in every word to the extent that it's absurd

I greased the lens and framed the shot using a friend as my stand-in
The script it called for rain but it was clear that day so we faked it
The marker snapped and I yelled "quiet on the set" and then called "action!"
And I kissed you in a style that Clark Gable would have admired (I thought it classic)

um. so stalker mode ako ngayon sa Friendster. HAHAHHAHAHA PUTA KA TALAGA LARI!!! hitting on the friends of Jako! hahahhaha

ay wait. di pala to laughing matter *ahem*

sige. back to stalker mode.

little by little.

im getting my "flow" back.
flow.. *sigh*

now all i lack is a STYLE. i need a little something more than a recognizable technique.
its a tragedy. having a color style but nothing of that in the pen department.

i want to start a project. i dont know if ill start with headshots of legends.. or my loved ones.

blah

the news today was so sad. i actually wished that whole families were lost, and not just members.. so no one would feel the loss. tang ina ang ironic talaga. the funnest noontime show turning out to be such an unthinkable shitfest of tragedy.

so manny pacquiao's win made me realize something.

i have to get of my lazy and mediocre ass and make every damned plate COUNT.

cause someday i might.

I JUST MIGHT

amount to something amazing.

there are a LOT of SUPER TALENTED artists out there. i might not even come close to having thier skill or creativity. but doing my absolute best is going to be enough for me.

it all starts with that one perspective plate

one typography plate.

that one 3-D art face plaster cast i have to overcome. even if im still morbidly claustrophobic.

am missing all the hottest happenings

the BSB concert.

and

MICK FOLEY on wow wow wee awhile ago.

this post is deserving of one softcore expletive.

puta.

am so sad.

and pissed. because everyone is calling me emo. cuz of de hair. hell to the NAW.

AM NOT EMO. blah