My apologies to those who had tried to comment on my last entry, “Why the Philippines Sucks“, and were unable to. WordPress wasn’t compatible with the code for my blog theme, and I had to do a fair amount of tweaking to get it back up. Anyone who wishes to comment may now be able to do so. And already some of you have.
I can imagine the reactions of many of the Filipinos reading the title of this blog entry; all a-quiver with self-righteous indignation, the nerve of this gaga to be insulting the Philippines in this way, especially a Filipina insulting her own countrymen in lieu of the Quirino Grandstand hostage situation that had left eight dead, and at least seven other Chinese tourists traumatized. Filipinos do one of two things when their culture or their race is being insulted – they make excuses, or they call you names; anti-patriotic if you’re a fellow Pinoy, or a racist if you’re a foreigner. So why am I writing when all it’s going to do is cause me trouble?
Inspired by the song, Kiss from a Rose. One of the things that was good about the third Batman movie. Thanks, Seal!
Inspired by the awesomeness that is a Tori Amos song. Apparently also one of my more popular art prints, judging from the people over at redbubble.
Made ages ago. but forgotten to show off til now. If it wasn’t made obvious from the title yet, inspired by The Cab’s song, “Vegas Skies” It’s been awhile since I’ve done much digital art, but at least I can see SOME kind of improvement in my colors, since I can’t seem to artistically reconcile hues and saturations for the life of me, as a lot of mentors and teachers have observed.
I clean my room about once every four months, not necessarily because it’s dirty per se, but because there is no longer enough space to fit half the things it already contains, so cleaning usually involves me carting things from one end of the room to the other, and still achieving the same crowded effect. Since I also make it a habit of turning the bedroom into my quasi-workshop, where resin fumes, paint thinner, and photo emulsion abound, I also tend to sometimes get very bug-eyed crazyhigh from the cocktail of poison despite my attempts at air circulation and open windows.
I have a certain kind of superpower. It’s not enough of a decent ability to make me eligible for either the Justice League of America, or the X-Men / Avengers, but it’s something that, I think, makes me stronger and better and smarter than the average bear.
Filipinos celebrate Philippine Independence Day every June 12 since 1898. Since then, we have had government corruption, an aborted tiger economy, several succession of presidents all belonging to a dynasty that most of its gullible people are unaware of, and a 90% population living below the poverty line.
