Pissed Off and Sarcastic

Okay, I'm gonna log this post as general as I can. Because if I try to be specific I might step on people's toes. People I know.

Life's not fair. Whoever said it was, right? But it isn't. Trust me. Sometimes people get blinded by the bling, and think that all that glitters is gold. And they tend to put more value on those things that glitter, not knowing that sometimes the most precious things are more substance than style.

And that just plain sucks. Just because you can impress someone with your perfect English, or your numerous awards, or your charming good looks, or your pedigree or whatever the fuck shit it is you have doesn't mean you're any good. Yet some people do like those things. They enjoy having style over substance. Bling over purpose.

Anyway I guess what I'm trying to say is that the world ain't fair. And I guess I'd better fucking get used to it now. Because it's not going to change for me, I've got to change for it.

You could say I'm jaded now. As if I wasn't before, but now I've become jaded yet again with another fact of the world. Which makes me more jaded than ever. Yet I cannot let this drag me down or else I'll keep on getting jaded.

If it's bling they want, then they can keep waiting. Because I'd rather have substance over style. Better yet, why not have both?

Hmm...

Out.

Spirit This, Spirit That

Just my take on the whole EDSA thing.

I know this is a bit late, but internet's been spotty at work. So now's my chance to rant.

I've been seeing some morning shows featuring college students speaking about the meaning of EDSA and many other related issues. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't EDSA occur during 1986? And if my math is correct, I was six years old then. If current college students are around, say, 20, then they wouldn't have been born yet during EDSA.

So why the hell are they so damned passionate about something that happened when they weren't even born yet (or weren't aware yet). I mean, c'mon. I don't even remember EDSA. I was too young to remember much of what happened, much less remember its importance. So who gave the college kids the right to speak about something they didn't experience first hand, just because they studied in some exclusive school?

Oh sure, they're concerned. They want change. They're idealists. But let's just be damn realistic, shall we? They weren't around during EDSA '86 so don't go around spouting off rants like they were experts about the spirit of EDSA. Because they weren't there.

Enough.l Out.

Update

Internet's been down since my last blog at work. No 'net at home since I don't have a monitor for my PC.

Lotsa work coming my way, can't wait for them to end. Big sigh of relief when that happens.

Out.

Adding Color

This is my colored caricature. I used Adobe Photoshop to color it. No pen tablet. Just plain old mouse. But I drew it on paper and had it scanned. Not a bad job, if I may say so.

Guess Who?

I was at work today and I suddenly had the urge to draw. This is what happens when I get the urge to draw.

Out.