In all respects, life is going pretty swell and i have a lot to be thankful for. A lot of times i can’t decide if i am too young or too old, if it is too early for this or will it be too late for that. But i guess it is better to be fighting time than to be going with the flow, like most people do, because it means I – we – have something we want to achieve. ASAP. More importantly, that time is really money now. If every minute were a dollar, you wouldn’t be sittin’ there twiddlin’ your thumbs would ya?

I put this picture because i like it and it is the most recent publishable thing i did:

Me, my best buddy, and my fave Nine West bag.

I’ll be putting this place on permanent hiatus. To mark this time in my life, i will be moving to another blog, of which address i shall announce later on.

Later today, they will officially launch Bloggerboy and i will see my artwork on the big screen before it airs on national TV on the 28th of May. It feels utterly unreal, especially as i’ve felt somewhat detached from this project since all i ever saw were scripts. It’s been one heck of a rollercoaster ride and now all i want to do is claw my way to retrieve those first few comic pages i did for them and REDO them all again (my OCD speaks. At the press con, you can spot me easily as the one with her head buried in the ground ala ostrich) before it airs!!

Later this month, i will have my last day in my job. I will move on to helm my own business and the editorial team for a pioneering arts magazine. It will bring me places and enable me to meet all kinds of people and gain more experience than i can ever learn in art school. It will be hard work, it will be painful work, it will be trying work, but it will WORK.

This is a season of beginnings for me, of many risks and sacrifices. What it also means is i need to progress artistically; Bloggerboy was the only thing that kept me drawing the past half year or so. To be absolutely honest, i haven’t had any proper me-time for a YEAR already. Once again it has become a choice of powering-up my own art or empowering others art… and anyone who knows me well would know i would jump at the latter.

Another thing. I will hide no longer. I am past the time of secrecy and mystery and whatnot; beyond caring what you may glean from what i reveal online. Because i have surpassed them and I’m in a place they’ll take years to reach. Or never reach. You-know-who-you-are, i have nothing to say to you because i have been saying them to you for years, caveats and advice alike, and now i leave you to see what you have refused to hear. Watch me, because i won’t have the time to look back to where you are anymore.

Eat. My. Dust. = )

I will bring my work, my pride and my joy, my sweat and tears, into the light.

PS: wow, this is like my second ever actual blog post in the sense that it serves its purpose of being emotional, spontaneous and karma-inducing. But damn do i feel good writing this.

Cheerios, peeps.

30 minutes.

Went digging in my HD and found these, erm, belated works that i completely forgot about! The one on the left even has the background completed! On the right is a random quick drawing of Kusuriuri whom i was crazy about at one point (sakuraaaaaai).

Do disregard the previous post. Sometimes i forget this is an ARTblog.

Cheers, peeps.

I’ve been meaning to stay late nights finishing my freelance, yet i slept through all of it except this one night and its not for my freelance.

I’ve been meaning to put pieces together and put them in pictures to tell him what i can’t say, yet i’ve only managed to put the puzzle together now that we’re almost over.

I’ve been missing the dejavu feeling of getting a picture done right, yet as i draw the lines of this picture for him i feel it again and know this will turn out a masterpiece.

I’ve been using Painter for 4 years and it has never failed to save a file, yet this night as i draw this picture for him it fails to save and the entire file is corrupted.

I spent the last hour trying in vain to open a corrupted file.

I feel like crying.

This is probably going to screw me up more than he ever did. But i think he would understand why; we both believe in symbolism… and what could this possibly mean?

So here’s to you, my brief encounter, and what will never be the interpretation of the beauty i saw in us.

It’s unifinished but i love it. There’s going to be so much more in here. This might as well be just a thumbnail for something bigger.

I’m a Capricorn and proud of it. It is undeniable that a lot of my character traits personify this horoscope, much as i am a sceptic.

Typing with a bandaged finger is awkward.

The whisper of the shadowed leaves

Were never mine.

I do not possess the maroon,

The brickwork wall’s rough hewn creases

Were never mine.

Even he is not mine to claim,

Created by my hand but crafted by a mind

That was never mine.

Intergalactic Pizza Girl at work because i was bored.

More pizza boxes! All stacked up! Kidding, they’re books or glass panes, i haven’t decided.

I’m not really sure what i was attempting here. All i know is it somehow makes more sense downside up.

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Dug up some clothes related stuff. These here’s combi’s i want to own irl. Pretty old stuff, however, ankle boots acquired recently! And more fashionable than i’d imagined XD

Something in my head for the Mafia Shoot my foundation peeps were planning. I realise its three main elements of mafia style; the hat, the tie, the attitude. I NEED TO FIND A REBORN HAT!

If i could skate…

Hurm debating if i should post up my character sketches. I revised almost all my old characters circa 2002 to 2006 and now they’re finally looking like how i imagined them! Some turned out awesome! *happiness*

Next round perhaps.