changes

sometimes things don't turn out the way you hoped.

sometimes you just have to accept that not everything works according to plan.

there are disappointing things. surprising things. hurtful things.  disappearing things.

maybe things will work out. 

maybe they won't. 

one thing's for sure: 

my hair's short again, yay!

 

and i think i'll keep it that way for a long, long while.

new tools

i was feeling blah this afternoon so i decided to take a walk to what is perhaps the most well-known and well-patronized school-and-art supply shop in the vicinity of the university.  i was planning to buy a new sakura brush pen, but the shop ran out of stock. i decided to try a cheap chinese refillable brush pen--it was the only brush pen left--and a small bottle of ideal (that's the brand) drawing ink. i looked around for a notebook that can take the ink (and preferably watercolor too) and found this:

not as popular as the "leading brand" that starts with an m, but worth a try, heheh.

it was cheap at sixty-two pesos, and seemed thick enough for watercolors, so i grabbed one.

i should have grabbed all of it. (maybe later, on my way home!)  i tried it out immediately:

sakura brushpen and prang colors. 

i like it a lot. i can see myself taking it anywhere (lol feeling artist talaga), and the paper isn't too white, unlike my other watercolor pads.  it has just the teeniest bit of texture.  i'm just not so sure about the binding, though. heh. anyway.

as for the chinese brushpen, i've filled it out with ink, and the first few strokes were--mm, should i say--i need more practice with the thing.  the tip dries out quickly, and i'm afraid i'll squirt it accidentally over a favorite shirt.  haha.

i'm looking forward to doing a lot of sketches this long weekend, especially when we visit the cemetery on the 31st.  wish me luck.

october sketches

 quick sketches done using brushpens. i think i like brushpens more than unipins. heheh. 

 my Philippine Airlines flight departure was moved to  NAIA Terminal 3.  i hung around for a while at Kopiroti before heading on to the departure area.

 a few minutes before boarding...

 the wing can be an interesting subject, why not?

 shoe.

a panel session during our conference

 hanging out in the boys' room because my roommate was feeling sick and she turned off the airconditioner.

 my slippers, jessie's bag, and a foot stool.

 a band member who played the kudyapi (or whatever it's called in their language)

 ketchup bottle from where we ate a giant pizza for dinner

 chair. i like chairs.

carabao getting ready to be milked

and a big serving of buko juice for lunch, before going to the airport for our flight home.

props

L-R: Catch As Catch Can by Joseph Heller (of Catch-22 fame), Deaf In America by Carol Padden and Tom Humphries, and Light at the Edge of the World by Wade Davis.

These books made their way to Bukidnon from Manila, as airport / bedroom reading material that were never read.  They belong to three different people.

The first one on the left is mine.  I got it from Booksale for forty-five pesos (reduced from seventy-five).  It has short fiction.  I like short stories.  And books on sale.

The second one is Rej's.  The book is for his thesis; he's doing a study on sign language and Deaf identity.  I think it's cool.  I miss signing, and I'm afraid I've forgotten most of what I learned three years ago. 

The third one is Butch's.  He takes care of his books really well--the one he lent me last year is also covered in plastic.  Wade Davis is a National Geographic explorer; you might have seen his work on NGC.

It just feels good to have a book around, don't you think?

*The Skyflakes (care of Rej), were never eaten.  The water, however, was consumed, the medicine was taken, and the belt was worn.  The unread books are now back in Manila.

four days

 

 

  

 

in Bukidnon.