Okay, so I’m relearning photoshop. Tagal na din. Been rusting for years now with my pentab that hadn’t seen the light of day. Hayts.



I was trying again for some speed painting, but I can’t seem to get it right. Hopefully I could get at it during this holiday. The layers are killing me, as usual = . =Capture



Dati ko nang nasabi na di si Rizal o Bonifacio ang kailangan natin…mas nangangailangan tayo ng isang Mabini.
Kailangan natin ng mga tao’ng nasa posisyon na may alam, dahil sila ang may kakayahang magsalita at ipaglaban ang dapat ipaglaban hanggang sa kaya nila. ‘Yung tipong kahit may sakit na ‘yung tao at di na kayang maglakad ay magtratrabaho pa rin. ‘Yung tipong kahit ang dami ng duming itinatapon sa kanya (syphilis daw lol), ay siya pa ‘tong hihingi ng tawad dahil sa pagiging ‘maculit’ niya sa mga isyung ipinaglalaban niya. Ultimo karwahe ng punerarya ay rerentahan makadalo lang sa mga official events (hardcore ni mabini XD).
Ngunit mali pala ako.
Sa panahon ngayon, mas lalo lang pala siyang lulumpuhin kung nagkataon.
Kahapon, nakakuha ako ng commemorative five peso coin ni Mabini. Wala lang, matagal ko na kasing gusto makakuha n’on. And ano lang, napa-isip lang bigla. Sorry kung #random


I had never been low-key about my fascination with history.

And weirdly, it all started because of mythology.

In high school, I liked nothing more than to read about the overlapping Greeks & Romans, and Norse Mythology. I was quite amazed that so few people knew about them. Still, I’ve dedicated so much, unhealthy, effort just to get the Norse story straight (the references sucks…big time. Even internet failed me from time to time)! It got to the point that every time I find someone who knew about cranky crazy plot that is Norse Myth, I automatically latched on the said person and never let go.

It only follows that I’ll end up knowing about the the Roman Empire’s history along the way. Trust me, if you find yourself even slightly remotely obsessed with Rome, you’ll end up knowing practically all of the other country’s history (or bits and pieces of it along the line). So I ended up being quite exposed with western history. My love for anime fueled it more (Hetalia). Add Hamilton. And well, you have what you call a very confused person with lot’s of insignificant useless information and trivia that is not necessary for her day-to-day survival, lol.

On a side note, I also liked talking about Mongols. They’re fucking badass, if only they didn’t left a trail of blood [and babies] on their wake (which happens to be the bulk of what was known to them, in my opinion). I could also blame the manhua ‘Threads of Time’ for this. Sali Tayi made me confused. I don’t know if I like the guy or loathe his guts. Guess it’s love, then. I even made a fanart of him back on 2012, (link to deviantart…the description makes me feel dead. Dammit.).

(*sign. I feel like no one knows about this series…just like Shut Hell. Hayts.)

Anyway, back to history. Despite this, there was that moment in college when I felt inexcusably stupid in history – and guilt. And that’s because, I don’t know shit about Bicol history. Really, really shameful. But that’s actually redeemable so I reeducated myself and you know, I tried researching on Bicol MYTHOLOGY. Ahahahahahah. I had so much fun drawing stuff for that subject. Meeting people in ALA and DARTS (Kuya Pen!) made a lot of impact on me. Digging deeper, I started illustrating Hetalia-versions of the provinces of Bicol. (My thought process never changed, eh?)

However, I can’t do that without research, and just like what happened before, I ended up finding out a lot about the history of Bicol, and consequently Philippines. And that’s when I realized I know next to shit about Philippine history. It’s so weird. Our history textbook were practically a watered-down version of our complex and interesting story as a nation!

Hay naku.

But if you looked at it, I have a taciturn way of learning, isn’t it? Just like how I learned Boinen, my native tongue, I immersed myself first on other languages before I realized how important my language is. And with this one, I took everything foreign first, before looking closely at our own motherland. And I think there’s nothing wrong with that. Afterall, it could be easily remedied.

Our history is amazingly fun to read about, and just like always, I started making fanarts of them. Guess old habits die hard, lol.

Anyway, Bonifacio is awesome, just saying.





*click *click.

*looks at screen.

*sees hate.

*scrolls down.


One of the weirdest reason a stranger insulted me in the net was because of a crack fanfic I made way back in ff.net.

He/she kinda took it a personal offense that  I made the characters of an anime (Inuyasha) act out of character. (I was in highschool! Don’t judge.) And somehow that made my IQ levels questionable? I ended up recommending him/her other titles I found interesting in the site though (same crack genre…hey he/she/it got lost in that side of the internet for a reason.)

The concept of cyber-bullying starts with these minute nasty things. Crude remarks with a statement any twelve-year-old could compose in a second. I mostly laugh it off, since it never gets to me, personally. The idea of people I don’t know, investing hate on my person, that they could only glimpse in a 24 or 32 bits display hardware, is just…weird (to put it on better terms).

Technically, I’ve always been told that I’m oblivious. But most of the time, I just prioritize the people I want to listen with. Selective? Naive? Probably? But unless you’re the one feeding me, aka. my family and friends, your opinions mean shit. I mean, dude, whatever you say about me, I’ve heard worse, and it mostly came from me, lol. I’m so much harsher to myself, afterall I’ve been putting up with my crap longer than anyone I might chance upon the keyboard.


“Do you know why the unknown is more attracted to mortals than angels? Its because of our imperfection. Our imperfection to destroy. Someway, in a fuck up way, we are the only being who share the unknown’s very nature to destroy which we could mimic more successfully than our myriad attempts at creations.”

-random unearth note between a forgotten mold-smelling book


I’ve once seen a hierarchy on beings on a very-Christian looking drawing. It depicted God as center stage and below him were the angels, then demons, and at the bottom were the mortal man (archaically speaking).

It kinda weirded me out to know we are below demons, the personification of evil and whatnot. But it didn’t surprised me after thinking it over, afterall demons (the Bible version anyway) believes in God’s existence more than humans do.


IMG_20150209_091449Churches at night are scary. It always feel like stepping inside a tomb with the saints looking more dead than they should be. If you are forced to go to a church in the middle of the night, do not, I repeat, do not play staring games with statues! And avoid the chairs at the tabernacle. The sacristan cover the chairs with blanket and it just need a little bit of imagination to imagine something moving beneath the sheets or a hand suddenly appearing at the arm rest.

Gugh, I didn’t slept well.


I’m a day person.

New things are happening so fast. New job. New shift. I stopped studying, started scribbling and just waste away. Mechanical, I confess. Days are nothing but filling up the blanks and sleeping. Probably trying to keep up with ruined biorhythm. They wanted something cheaper than a computer, and so they settled with humans.

Less cost and maintenance, after all, we tend to fix ourselves when we broke.