Happy 4th, Clark Kent \(^o^)/Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
When household help collides
What a week. I got sick on purpose, spent a total of 3 nights away from home, took a week off from work for no apparent reason and stretched P200, my last money, for 2 weeks. And oh, our household help just mutinied on us, so now, I'm back doing dishes and feeding the doggies. Blah.
I've been doing a lot of soul searching after our household help decided to call it quits on us. Hmmm, were we on the wrong? After all, I never helped her in cleaning the house and the dishes, feeding the dogs, washing our clothes....oh wait. Right. That's what I paid her for. Okay, conscience clear. On the social level, I mingled very little with her. But then again, I'm a stingy mingler. I rarely mingle. With anyone.
Basically, she just didn't do her job well anymore, and when we pointed that out, she mutinied. As if. It pissed me off, that did. Imperiously declaring that she won't work anymore. Be gone then!
So now, I'm readjusting. Again. I have to prove to my mom that I can actually do my part in the household work. Or else, she'll tell everyone that she's all alone in this world, and that she's really tired and no one helps her, and I'll be guilty and depressed all over again.
On the other hand, there is still good in this unfortunate twist of events. It is now possible for me to start volunteering at the hospital and practice the craft that is nursing. My mom and I talked about it, and she thinks we can go for three months on her salary alone. And that this is a SIGN. Who am I to refuse such a sign? Seriously, though, I think it's an opportunity.
Only thing is, I'm scared of not being able to help with the expenses at home. For the last year, my earnings have covered all our needs (and a couple of wants), and I'm not too keen on the idea of not having my own money. I'm not too keen on depending entirely on my mom's salary, either. A part of me thinks that this arrangement won't work, and that I'll starve. And yet, I'm excited to start working at a hospital, to prove that I am not the dunderhead that I thought I was. I'm so full of contradictions, it's tragic.
Anyway, I have to thank Jilly for giving me the Ouran High School Host Club DVD. It's been keeping my mind off tedious thoughts :s
Forbidden brotherly love! Woot!
I've been doing a lot of soul searching after our household help decided to call it quits on us. Hmmm, were we on the wrong? After all, I never helped her in cleaning the house and the dishes, feeding the dogs, washing our clothes....oh wait. Right. That's what I paid her for. Okay, conscience clear. On the social level, I mingled very little with her. But then again, I'm a stingy mingler. I rarely mingle. With anyone.
Basically, she just didn't do her job well anymore, and when we pointed that out, she mutinied. As if. It pissed me off, that did. Imperiously declaring that she won't work anymore. Be gone then!
So now, I'm readjusting. Again. I have to prove to my mom that I can actually do my part in the household work. Or else, she'll tell everyone that she's all alone in this world, and that she's really tired and no one helps her, and I'll be guilty and depressed all over again.
On the other hand, there is still good in this unfortunate twist of events. It is now possible for me to start volunteering at the hospital and practice the craft that is nursing. My mom and I talked about it, and she thinks we can go for three months on her salary alone. And that this is a SIGN. Who am I to refuse such a sign? Seriously, though, I think it's an opportunity.
Only thing is, I'm scared of not being able to help with the expenses at home. For the last year, my earnings have covered all our needs (and a couple of wants), and I'm not too keen on the idea of not having my own money. I'm not too keen on depending entirely on my mom's salary, either. A part of me thinks that this arrangement won't work, and that I'll starve. And yet, I'm excited to start working at a hospital, to prove that I am not the dunderhead that I thought I was. I'm so full of contradictions, it's tragic.
Anyway, I have to thank Jilly for giving me the Ouran High School Host Club DVD. It's been keeping my mind off tedious thoughts :s
Forbidden brotherly love! Woot!
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Photoshop...again
3 more Photoshop manipulations, featuring Rokujo of Nabari no Ou, Johann of Monster and 1 random/abstract picture, I guess.
^Vectored the image from the manga scan. Added a lot of splatter because I did not know what else to do with it :D
^I initially made this as a background, so it looks unfinished. I like it the way it is, but if I can find a good enough picture of Johann, I'll add it up. For now...this :3
^Abstract. Experimented with Ripples and Glows :/
Credits (for brushes and custom shapes):
Feathers
Sparklies
Splats
Japanese characters
Film
Stalks
^Vectored the image from the manga scan. Added a lot of splatter because I did not know what else to do with it :D
^I initially made this as a background, so it looks unfinished. I like it the way it is, but if I can find a good enough picture of Johann, I'll add it up. For now...this :3
^Abstract. Experimented with Ripples and Glows :/
Credits (for brushes and custom shapes):
Feathers
Sparklies
Splats
Japanese characters
Film
Stalks
Thursday, May 08, 2008
Monochrome Factor and FLCL wallpapers
I'm really not good with graphics and wallpapers. I don't use wallpapers for my desktop, come to think of it :D
As it is, the wallpapers that I made are really simple; I use lots of brushes and gradients to make my backgrounds, really nothing fancy. Images are usually vectored, but when I'm lazy, I just slap on a screenshot :s
Here's a wallie of Shirogane, from Monochrome Factor. I'm not a fan of the series (SHOUNEN-AI!!), but I just love Shirogane and his lip gloss. Shirogane=cosplay material.
FLCL wallpapers, featuring Mamimi and Haruko. I still have to clean up the Mamimi wallpaper, I'm just too lazy right now :s
Haruko, I finished just now. I really like this picture and I seriously wish I could create a background that could do Haruko justice ;p But for now, rainbows! Looks kind of groovy and funky, to match her bass guitar. I'm really happy how this one turned out.
As it is, the wallpapers that I made are really simple; I use lots of brushes and gradients to make my backgrounds, really nothing fancy. Images are usually vectored, but when I'm lazy, I just slap on a screenshot :s
Here's a wallie of Shirogane, from Monochrome Factor. I'm not a fan of the series (SHOUNEN-AI!!), but I just love Shirogane and his lip gloss. Shirogane=cosplay material.
FLCL wallpapers, featuring Mamimi and Haruko. I still have to clean up the Mamimi wallpaper, I'm just too lazy right now :s
Haruko, I finished just now. I really like this picture and I seriously wish I could create a background that could do Haruko justice ;p But for now, rainbows! Looks kind of groovy and funky, to match her bass guitar. I'm really happy how this one turned out.
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Third degree
Agonizing:Having a really full bladder.
More agonizing:
Having a really full bladder while riding a jeepney on a bumpy road.
Most agonizing:
Having a really full bladder while riding a jeepney on a bumpy road while having hiccups.
Funny:
Being caught between the elevator doors.
Funnier:
Getting off on the wrong floor.
Funniest:
Forgetting to press the up/down button and waiting for the elevator door to open in front of dozens of people.
Doh :B
Commuting rights
I firmly believe that drunks and smokers should be banned from riding public transportations. BANNED!
I came in for work this morning smelling like cheap cigarettes, courtesy of a kindly gentleman who could not help smoking aboard the jeepney. In fact, he was retarded enough to smoke against the incoming wind, which pretty much blew all his carcinogenic cloud over my way. Thank you, sir, for cutting the lifespan of your fellow passengers by 20 years.
Too bad this man did not take RS with me. My teacher specifically said that passengers have a right to ask fellow passengers to not smoke. Those who intend to smoke inside a jeepney should ask for permission first before lighting a stick. It's called etiquette.
Smoking commuters, I can tolerate. Dead drunk commuters, now that is a different story. I mean, a big man on alcohol in the deep of the night is pretty scary, if you ask me.
On the occasions that I have shared a jeepney ride with a drunk passenger, none have been comfortable for it seemed they always chose the spot next to me to sit/sleep/shake off their alcoholic stupor. Ugh.
One man, who happened to sit beside me, was so drunk he kept sliding off his seat. I could even smell the beer (San Mig? Beer na Beer? Tuba?) circulating inside the cramped jeep. He was all elbows and backbone; they kept jutting my arm and my back. Take note: Elbows and backbones ARE VERY ANNOYING THINGS TO DEAL WITH INSIDE A JEEPNEY.
Anyway, alcohol had turned this man into a virtual human jellyfish. He flew this way and that at every acceleration and at the occasional push I gave him every time the jeepney screeched to a halt. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Of course, imbibing all the alcohol you can is not inherently bad. The bad thing about it is if you can't hold it down. It's a pitiful sight.
No passenger can own or hog a jeepney basically because it is a public vehicle. Commuters like me have the right to experience a safe and comfortable trip home. It means I have the right to fully sit down, enjoy minimal space to move and not talk to anyone. On that note, I think talking really loud inside a jeepney is very impolite. It's not even practical. You have to either repeat yourself or shout yourself hoarse to be heard and understood. Your spittle is not holy water, so please keep it to yourself.
Even if it is a public transport, commuters are entitled to have a wee bit of personal space to occupy and unfortunately, smokers, drunks and sometimes, the general populace, have no sense of boundary whatsoever, violating privacy and peace of mind.
If ever you want to smoke or get drunk in the future, make sure you have your own private transportation to drag you home. Because in all honesty, sharing a seat with a smoker and a drunk inside a jeepney is one appalling experience.
I came in for work this morning smelling like cheap cigarettes, courtesy of a kindly gentleman who could not help smoking aboard the jeepney. In fact, he was retarded enough to smoke against the incoming wind, which pretty much blew all his carcinogenic cloud over my way. Thank you, sir, for cutting the lifespan of your fellow passengers by 20 years.
Too bad this man did not take RS with me. My teacher specifically said that passengers have a right to ask fellow passengers to not smoke. Those who intend to smoke inside a jeepney should ask for permission first before lighting a stick. It's called etiquette.
Smoking commuters, I can tolerate. Dead drunk commuters, now that is a different story. I mean, a big man on alcohol in the deep of the night is pretty scary, if you ask me.
On the occasions that I have shared a jeepney ride with a drunk passenger, none have been comfortable for it seemed they always chose the spot next to me to sit/sleep/shake off their alcoholic stupor. Ugh.
One man, who happened to sit beside me, was so drunk he kept sliding off his seat. I could even smell the beer (San Mig? Beer na Beer? Tuba?) circulating inside the cramped jeep. He was all elbows and backbone; they kept jutting my arm and my back. Take note: Elbows and backbones ARE VERY ANNOYING THINGS TO DEAL WITH INSIDE A JEEPNEY.
Anyway, alcohol had turned this man into a virtual human jellyfish. He flew this way and that at every acceleration and at the occasional push I gave him every time the jeepney screeched to a halt. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Of course, imbibing all the alcohol you can is not inherently bad. The bad thing about it is if you can't hold it down. It's a pitiful sight.
No passenger can own or hog a jeepney basically because it is a public vehicle. Commuters like me have the right to experience a safe and comfortable trip home. It means I have the right to fully sit down, enjoy minimal space to move and not talk to anyone. On that note, I think talking really loud inside a jeepney is very impolite. It's not even practical. You have to either repeat yourself or shout yourself hoarse to be heard and understood. Your spittle is not holy water, so please keep it to yourself.
Even if it is a public transport, commuters are entitled to have a wee bit of personal space to occupy and unfortunately, smokers, drunks and sometimes, the general populace, have no sense of boundary whatsoever, violating privacy and peace of mind.
If ever you want to smoke or get drunk in the future, make sure you have your own private transportation to drag you home. Because in all honesty, sharing a seat with a smoker and a drunk inside a jeepney is one appalling experience.
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