i made something for Bonifacio’s day, but it took me awhile to get it ready :’] anyway, this was just for fun and not for educational purposes. lol. making this, made me depressed, really. T v T rereading about Bonifacio was like dissecting a hope of what-ifs of our failed history.
gumuhit at gumunita
“the world doesn’t care what eyes you want to see it”
I went back to school. a post-college degree. I haven’t talked about it because it felt like all the people that needed to know, already knew about it.
Like Turow, it amazed me how easy it was for me to assume that I was “somewhat less intelligent than anyone around me.” Never had I felt being stupid to this degree that I am questioning my scholastic performance since high school.
There is hardly any time to sleep, even to draw is a sinful escape from studying. Escapism aside, there seems to be not enough time to read and study all the cases, annotations, legal arguments, and stuff that seems to pop out of nowhere. I’m also relearning English but in a seemingly different language that has its own syntax and vocabulary and punctuated with serious-sounding Latin and maxims. Failure is starting to seem brutally normal but unacceptable; being broke is a constant state that I can’t seem to get out of. And yet, I still think I’ll do all right :’]
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 = . =
*looks at screen.
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.