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If you miss someone, tell them.

You will be remembered

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This is the first time I’ve ever cried for an actor’s passing. It’s almost a month now that I’ve been watching Harry Potter series because my little human keeps watching it over and over everyday.  I fell in love with the characters he portrayed especially  Colonel Brandon (Sense and Sensibility), Metatron  (the voice of god) in Dogma, and Severus Snape.–oh how he portrayed a great love story in just one word ! This scene still gets me. I cried buckets in the cinema or maybe there were just little ninjas slicing some onions near my eyes that time . I couldn’t tell, but my heart was heavy.

( After all this time, he still loves Harry Potter’s mum, Lily </3 /wrist #unrequitedlove but still loyal huhu)

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After_all_this_time*PAUSE…BIG.LOOOOOOONG.SIGH*

You were such an amazing, exceptional actor. I long considered you to narrate my life story but now you’re gone. Sadness.

You will always be remembered, Sir Alan Rickman. ALways. Rest in peace.

 

Is George R.R Martin responsible for writing season 2016? It’s only January and I hate it already. So many wonderful characters already dead. ugh.

compliment my sense of humour

 

funnymeI can never be a comedienne but I have this really really REALLY funny, weird, witty, dry sense of humour only two people understand ( and willingly laugh at) my jokes. If you’re the third person who thinks that I’m funny, LET.ME.KNOW. I will give you sexual favors like skin pore massage, armpit tickles and velcro hug. In that order. We could be very good friends.

So yeah, that was my intro for being away for almost three years( I hate using the word hiatus as it sounds so tumblr-y lol ). I guess tweeting got me on for a while ‘cos it’s easier to just post my 140-character random (funny) thoughts every time I feel the need to. HAHA nobody reads ’em but yeah, one day when I get famous–okay, let’s not go to that part yet. We’ll talk about that later.

It’s 2016 and I finally decided to post a new entry. I won’t be talking a lot about myself (though that’s so typical of me) but I will be posting my artwork and some funny thoughts, observations about life, random people etc…

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I drew my self portrait with my underboob and semi-toned abs showing because really, how sexy would that be If I only have it?

I have this one painting/drawing a day challenge that I try to do until the pages of this  3.5 x 5.5 in Moleskine Watercolour album runs out.

What should I paint tomorrow?

 

and all the things that you can’t stand

Like calculus and all the things that you can't bear

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I am so skinny my nipples touch

Okay, that’s an exaggeration but I am really skinny I am dying to get fat.

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*brawl*

Cinema Paradiso

I was seven years old when I first saw this film. I never understood everything about it that time, but I knew, I knew the story has this special place in my heart . Watching it back over and over never fails to make me give a loooooooooong…pause,  SIGH.

Can’t forget this scene:

Alfredo: Once upon a time, a king gave a feast. And there came the most beautiful princesses of the realm. Now, a soldier, who was standing guard, saw the king’s daughter go by. She was the most beautiful one, and he immediately fell in love with her. But what could a poor soldier do when it came to the daughter of the king? Well, finally, one day, he managed to meet her, and he told her that he could no longer live without her. The princess was so impressed by his strong feelings that she said to the soldier: “If you can wait 100 days and 100 nights under my balcony, then at the end of it, I shall be yours.” Damn! The soldier immediately went there and waited one day. And two days. And ten. And then twenty. And every evening, the princess looked out of her window, but he never moved. During rain, during wind, during snow, he was always there. The bird shat on his head, and the bees stung him, but he didn’t budge. After ninety nights, he had become all dried up, all white, and the tears streamed from his eyes. He couldn’t hold them back. He no longer had the strength to sleep. All that time, the princess watched him. And on the 99th night, the soldier stood up, took his chair, and went away.
Salvatore: [later in the film, Toto gives Alfredo his interpretation] … In one more night, the princess would have been his. But she also could not possibly have kept her promise. And it would have been terrible. He would have died. This way, however, at least for 99 days, he was living under the illusion that she was there, waiting for him.”

It is wrong to withhold a good word and gesture.Say it to me now. lol

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