New Art Blog: Bleeding Paintbrush

Hey guys,

I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything. That’s because I’ve created a new Art blog with all of my artworks. I’ve had a new interest in making art and I decided to share them with you guys.

It is based purely on Art. There’s a clear focus for it unlike the other blogs I have created. I would like to thank all of my readers. I know it sounds clichéd, but I really would not have been able to continue if not for you guys. So, if you are an art lover or you are just looking for a creative boost, head over to Bleedingpaintbrush and immerse yourself in my world.



A world beyond darkness

An hour of me just sitting down and here’s the results.

Happy interpreting! 

An update in the literary world

It;’s been a while since I published my last post. Well, I’ve been watching re-runs of Project Runway, Stylista, Ugly Betty and Glee. And by 10 pm, I get ready for bed. That’s practically my life after office hours for the past week (or for the past decade)

There really isn’t any update about the issue with my significant other. I’m trying to avoid any personal feelings with work but again it bites me back.

I’m currently working on the next Issue of my camp’s newsletter. I’m trying to find a common theme. Maybe “The Rush-Hour Issue”. I’m making sure that my columns are written better than the last issue. I’m finding new and creative ways to present information, especially the “Fruit of the Month”.

I hope all of you are Fandabadosie.

Until Next Time!!

A splash of colour

Seriously, I’m thinking of stamping my name or a logo or something to all of my sketches. These droopy, drugged eyes are definitely my trademarks.

A splash of colour can brighten my day. A splash of colour can also destroy the rest of it.

Oh significant other, the sight of you just makes all the colours around me glow even brighter and warmer.

But the sound in my vicinity still rings in my head making it all the colours fade away into a dark dream.

It’s just so hard to be around you. The awkwardness that I feel and this warm feeling I get just does not fuse. I would love to gently feel you; feel you as you come out of the greasy black engines.

Can the river that runs deep speed up so I can catch up with you? Oh significant other. I’m still sailing behind you, all sad and sodden in the tears that I release. And I still row my boat given the feeble muscles that struggles to hold strong for me.

Wake me up from this slow death. Wake me up from this day-dreaming because I cannot live with all of this.

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