The Pinpricks and Papercuts of 2015

. . .or rather, all the good times, the crap-my-pants stuff, the bullshit and the misses (lots of ’em) that happened in the past year. No, I’m not saying nothing good came out of 2015, far from it. But these tiny pinpricks and papercuts must mean something. Things we learn as we go along.

So move along.

Here’s what I learned, and more stuff I have to un-learn.

  • Meeting friends after so long gets trumped by two bubbby daughters whom I also missed dearly. Sorry guys, I just wanna spend more time with my girls.
  • Skinny pants with garters on their cuffs doesn’t even qualify as logical. Men who wear them should be hanged.
  • Boys do powder their faces. it’s sick.
  • Most people tend to believe their online persona.
  • Smartphones are not for stupid people.
  • Cash and Carry still has the best stuff around.
  • Stop calling it “hoverboard”! It’s got wheels, for crying out loud!
  • People who talk big rarely has the stick to back it up. And sometimes the adage ” People who can, Do, People who can’t, Teach” applies.
  • Big paying jobs are rare. Big paying jobs takes a big toll on you.
  • Scott Weiland’s death has painful similarities with the music video “Fall To Pieces”.
  • “Supernatural” marathons are best when spent with your crazy daughters.
  • Minimum wage rocks. Never had so much fun with so little. And I’m not kidding.
  • Short freaking shorts are everywhere.
  • Early last year, found myself with a bunch of really good people working for a BPO gig, and I am really not cut out for this sort of work, but the people I met enriched me in some way. I miss CELO.
  • Still won’t wear tracksuits and sport related apparel. It’s appalling.
  • You can’t enjoy movie marathoins without that special someone to enjoy it with.
  • No matter wher you live in Metro Manila, there will always be that neighbor who enjoys singing that you will not enjoy.
  • Lechon Mami is a miracle in a bowl. And some chili and you’re divine.
  • Reading is still one of the best past times around. Just being stuck in traffic without something to read is murder.
  • Men who smell too much of perfume are, well, not men at all.
  • Women with ill thought tattoos are un-cool.
  • Tattoo’s used to mean something. Nowit’s a fashion statement.
  • You can find a room for Php3,200 and still retain your human dignity.
  • Working for and with celebrities ain’t such a drag after all.
  • KZ Tandingan rocks.
  • Sometimes you can’t trust a kit.
  • My home setup needs an update. badly.
  • Sensible shoes works.
  • I regret taking daental hygiene for granted.
  • Old school is the better school. Of course you can learn a thing or two from the new generation.
  • Pay back old debts when you can.
  • People with loud and filthy mouths and badly dressed are better individuals than those overly educated stiffs who stab you in the back when you turn around.
  • Vape only makes you accept you are in denial.
  • Coffee I make is still better than coffee I buy. No barrista fame can enhance the taste of badly prepared overpriced coffee.
  • Sci-Fi
  • Never ask the printers without the final word from your Boss. It could cost you 4grand. And it sucks.
  • Anilao is beautiful.
  • Need to get my teeth. Lost most of them in last year. Now I got to earn enough to get me some pearly white smiles.
  • A dentist is your best friend.
  • Family is cool again.
  • Philippine movies, in general, suck. Only gets worse when you see Kris Aquino’s mug in some billboard.
  • Indie movies, however deserves a break.
  • I love Regine Velasquez again. Because of  Mrs.Recto.
  • People with names like Jojo, Mark, Alyssa, Myr, Carlo, George, Maryo deserve the title “Cool”.
  • Salt and pepper scraggly beard seems to be my look nowadays.
  • MMFF wouldn’t be complete without a scandal.
  • Pay attention to money matters. Comes with the job.
  • Smartphones are overrarted.
  • When you need another bag (or pouch) so you can carry a power bank to sutain your so-called gamer-life on your mobile phone is just too…pathetic.
  • Sometimes a m,ovie can be secretly a sci-fi one.
  • Powerbank phonnes are cool. Gonna get me one.
  • Jess Lapid Jr. is cool.
  • When your boss is Hagrid, expect to make a bit of magic along the way.
  • El Nino in 2016 could be worse.
  • I’m the most un-showbiz person you could find, and I manage some showbiz oriented stuff in my line of work.
  • I was lazy with my art.
  • Staying holed up in my room is never good. Need to get out more.
  • Missed out on most of the friends I should be with last year.
  • I could be aging rapidly.
  • Gyms are overrated. HIGHLY overrated. Just do household chores and your limbs will be fit. Buying all those conveniences only makes you soft. And they want you to pay so you can shed some fat? Bull.
  • I need a bike.
  • I need some sleep.
  • Having your workplace inside a mall does have it’s moments.
  • Creative Saints has to be resurrected. With a bang.
  • Need to buy a dart board.
  • Need new darts.
  • Ned to draw more.
  • Lost some good illustrations by way of leaving them lying around for a kid to throw water on.
  • Must replace my 12-String with a new one.

. . .and there are more I should be ranting about but, like a resolution, things won’t get done, even if you write them down. So let’s just leave the past back there. 2016 is just another calendar to go through, but getting through it with style is the key.

A photo of my daughters Amiya (L) with Ate Alyssa, my eldest Alia and Kuya Kian (R). I learned these kids need to see each other from time to time.

A photo of my daughters Amiya (L) with Ate Alyssa, my eldest Alia and Kuya Kian (R). I learned these kids need to see each other from time to time.

Happy New Year!

Give It Away, Now

“Wow! You did this? Can I have it? What? You’re selling this for a hundred bucks? But you did it in just 15 mins! How about I pay you 25 pesos?”

Just recently, I told people in the interwebs that I am giving away my illustrations for free. And I did. It was a collection of old works redone with a few enhancements, and some new drawings meant to be patterns for coloring.

The obvious question was “Why?”.

And I could answer “Just because.”. But I didn’t. There is a long explanation involved, and so I just shrugged off the question.

Come to think of it, I have always given away my drawings. It started the day someone asked me to draw VoltesV. Or maybe It was because most of my childhood friends know how to draw and it has always been a challenge to one-up the other guy. But I do give away drawings. In high school, classmates often asked me to draw something for them, help out with a project, or a friend who wants to impress a girl.

In college, people offered to pay for my drawings. And I did earn from it.

Most of the time.

People would pay me Php50 to Php150 per piece, depending on what they want me to draw – visual aids for areport, feline anatomy, something for a t-shirt, college stuff. But mostly I get paid peanuts. Specially when it was a beautiful girl.

So I am always giving away my artwork for free.

Even recently, at a mall, I do ink drawings for change. And the guy I’m with insists he is promoting the “industry”, whatever he thinks what industry it is. Turns out that guy’s just living off other artists and surrounding himself with young girls, the perv.

And so I gave away my drawings for free.

Which is the only logical thing to do, since I can dish out new work any time I want. And I want to start fresh. Been giving away stuff as far as I can remember. Heck, I even gave away money to a brother who’s so thick, he thinks I owe him an apology for being pissed off at his non-communicative behavior. My brother and that guy Kit, they are the same kind of leech. And I’m tired of leaving messages and calling numbers that are never available.

I gave away these coloring book illustrations, because they are fit to be given away. And because I am doing something new, more elaborate and worthy of framing, not something cheap like that dreadful noontime show fan art. Or a pattern that people dismiss as secondary to their choise of coloring materials.

My friends may not understand it, but they will, in time. I’m going to register this venture as a business name and I want to start right, by creating new and beautiful illustrations that will go into print and sell so I can earn a living from it. These works will be well researched, better illustrated and well worth the money spent.

Hip to be Square

Musings

Let me tell you a story. . .

The other day I was killing time at a discount bookstore by browsing through titles and sifting through stacks of Readers Digest. Popular Mechanics, Time, etc. I came upon a good art book, one that needed opening not just beyond the introduction page. Needless to say, book hunters are often nice quiet people, those that usually are polite and give way to others who might want to reach a well placed copy underneath a huge stack. People who exclaim in muted ahhs and oohs as they caress lovingly a long sought after book or publication.

But not on this day.Today, I’m forced to play nice to a young woman on wedgies, shawl and fake tattered jeans.

I say forced, because, right after seeing me open the coffee table book (it was a coffee table book) she came right over and asked to see if the artwork inside are good. I told her yes they are, and added it’s something Norman Rockwell might have done, or a student of Rockwell art. Quickly, this young woman, as I have surmised, may have been enrolled at some point or another, in the arts, started expertly dissecting what seemed like textbook definitions and  boy she did sound like she knows what she’s talking about. She even pointed out the best pencils and coloring pens, how she buys her materials from Powerbooks and not NBS because NBS is so “masa”.

So I, still civilized and semi-educated, listened and waited for my cue to jump in the conversation anytime soon.

Out of curiosity, she asked me what I do, and I told her that I am looking to start my own art studio of sorts. The lady dropped her several copies of Cosmopolitan on the middle bin and showed me a rather expensive looking sketch book with an inlaid title on the leather cover “sketchbook” in silver leaf.

She showed me her doodles.

Hearing her talk, she could be an expert. Seeing her doodles, well…

Let’s just say, her work is something anybody could have done, when they were in fourth grade. She’s no different from those people who think doodling deserve an organmization and a t-shirt, and a page on Facebook.

She asked me if I have some of my work with me. I was embarassed to embarass this young woman but it would be wrong to decline, so I showed her my large portfolio which I had scanned hours before. I saw her jaw drop. but for for a moment got her mojo back and commented that I need to add more texture, but otherwise my work was, as she said, wonderful, as her cheeks turn a little crimson.

I left the discount book store with the young woman fussing about her shawl while pretending to look at novels when all she had in her hands were just women’s magazines.

I love these hipsters. They can tell themselves a lie that thay are artistic, and believe it. And they playout the part by wearing what internet calls bohemian look, or artist fashion, and buy expensive drawing materials so they can flaunt them while sipping overpriced coffee and leaching wifi somewhere. At least it’s how I visualize them.

I got home with barely enough money for the next day’s expenses.