It's me, Mailan. Twen-teen. UP Los Baños. BA Communication Arts.
(I know for a fact that I can’t keep this, like religiously, everyday for 30 days. But what can I do? I’m bored. And this seems ‘in’. And btw, got this from some random tumblr user.)
Day 01- A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself.
Day 02- The meaning behind your Tumblr name.
Day 03- A picture of you and your friends.
Day 04- A habit that you wish you didn’t have.
Day 05- A picture of somewhere you’ve been to.
Day 06- Favorite super hero and why.
This set-up reminds me of 500 Days of Summer. :) Oops! Too much mentioning of 500 Days. Looks like I really like it. :)
Day 01- A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself.
Tamia - Officially Missing You
Heavy downpour is a bitch. While I’m in the midst of happy tumblr-ing, the lights suddenly went out. The electric fan suddenly stopped blowing wind. Voila! There was a blackout. I thought it’d last forever, knowing our dorm. When it rains, it blackouts.
I went to my friend’s room to pass time. Tried to read Frye - been trying hard the whole time to drag my lazy ass off the keyboard and off with the book. It was no use though. It was dark to read and the downpour was roaring. Can’t concentrate.
Then suddenly, there was light! Yeah, just like creation. Going back to my room, I caught myself singing this song. I often sing this song when it rains. Weird.
High-res
I found this when I made a typo error the other day. I was surprised to find out such site exists. We share the same name. But make no mistake. I don’t sell anything.
This is me now.
I’ve grown skeptic about this saying. Sometimes, doing what you love does not really make you happy. I mean, as much as financial matters are concerned. You do what you love for all of your life, as much as you want, and you end up all fucked up and broke. C’mon. Sometimes we have to face reality as it is. We have to fend for ourselves, because mom and dad can’t support us forever, or we’re just that headstrong we like to feign independence. Then we have to fend for our kids when get married, start our own family… or we accidentally just got pregnant… Stuff like that. It’s that complicated.
Still in the process of looking for a copy of my Sunflower avatar in my Photobucket. And guess what? I found something interesting again. A digital poster of my short story!
See, I’ve written a short story entitled “Wisp of Smoke” two summers ago and, out of whim and boredom of the summer vacation, I made it a poster. Or something like that.
I suddenly missed photoshopping. :’|
Yeah, pathetic. And yeah, I’m ranting. It’s almost 2am on my laptop’s clock, my eyes feel heavy, but I couldn’t drag myself to bed because this certain tumblr account is holding me back. And I won’t be at peace til I put this, what’s bothering me, down here.
So, this thing is: Whenever I come across people, especially girls my age who still draw anime-inspired cartoons, put much effort on them, post them or compile them to a folio - I feel sooo envious. Why? Because many times when I was younger, before I entered college, I also did the same. Draw, draw, draw. Dream of being a mangaka. Make my own anime. And then, poof! I found myself not drawing anymore.
No time. No space. No means.
And then, after some time, poof again! I found these people my age who still draw.
I feel defeated.
Many what-ifs are swimming in my head.
Just when drawing was my first love…
Been craving for maki for a very long while now, alongside samgyeopsal. It’s driving me crazy, that it’s honestly haunting me on idle times like this! Now I’m considering a trip to Manila this coming weekend. (To hell with saving up?!) Must. Indulge. Or. Else. :O
heart shaped sushi (by Joana Salta)
