Hi all! I’m coping out of my usual comicking shenanigans and sharing this invite instead. Art’s art innit? hehe…
I made it a few days ago for my dear friend Jen Blonde’s baby shower. I would’ve shared it earlier, but since we’re ambushing her, I didn’t wanna risk spoiling the surprise. Did I mention that it’s theme’d Lisa Frank? WOOT. Keep the mocktails flowing!
And as an added bonus, here’s a scanned picture of yours truly… crapping my pants. Yeeep.
I wanted to draw you all a picture of the kick ass ham and cheese croissant I had for breakfast. Unfortunately I promptly hurled it into the toilet after taking my entire inventory of antibiotics. (Sorry. ‘Hope you’ve all eaten.) Sigh.
SO. Instead, here’s a redrawn picture I salvaged from a Pancake House place mat:
She was supposed to be floating on her belly, but I opted for a slanted stand instead. You all might be wondering, What is the significance of this chubby, naked lady? Nothing at all, friends. I drew her with a ball point while waiting for my Pan Chicken to arrive.
Gog. What a miserable morning. ‘Can’t wait to head home.
I doodled this yesterday. Yesterday, when the rain wouldn’t let up, the winds went straight to your bones, and the windows were constantly smeared with rain and fog. That was YESTERDAY.
TODAY is a whole different story, and hell, climate for that matter. The sun’s out; the air’s dry. I look like a total fool sweating it out in my boots (thanks a LOT, global warming.) Ah well. The last thing we need is more rain, right? I just wish my nose would stop running, and that my throat didn’t taste like sick person so much- souvenirs of yesterday, no doubt. shrugs! At least it’s Friday!
Sort of inspired by Us-2 Evil-0… but in actuality I only realized it after the fact. chortles.
All the same, I lovelovelove this song.
Deeead. I’m deeeead.
To be honest, this doesn’t do much justice to the fabulously gay gory costumes we saw over the weekend, but I hope you you like it anyway. grin!
Soggy, soggy day…
Manananaggal, mare!
I’ll be honest, I had my misgivings about spending Halloween at Boracay- far away from the trick or treating kiddies, parties and slutty costumes. Boy was I glad to have been proven wrong!
We had planned and booked it months ago, but then at the last minute,  a string of  roadblocks kept jumping in the way. One of which was “Santi”, the new tropical storm in town. He came, blowing brutal winds at 5 am, rattling windows and throwing off roofs. As 3na put it, it was like her house was possessed. Naturally our flight got canceled and we couldn’t get to the airport even if we wanted to. We didn’t dare.
So, there we were- packed with nowhere to go… Halloween was looking pretty lame. But then by 11 am, with the streets looking like a post-Milenyo/apocalyptic scene, the winds and whipping rain disappeared as suddenly as they came. The sun came out (finally); we sped off to the airport (another scene of total bedlam), and then waited 6 hours more at the terminal before finally flying off to vacationgodammit.
Cut to today: I’m back in the office and feeling somewhat split like the mananaggals I saw over the weekend. It’s as if I left my other half lounging on the beach front. Thinking back, this time yesterday I was slurping up a Jonah’s Peanut-Banana shake and taking in the sun. *cue long sigh* ah well. It’s still good to be home, I suppose. ‘Hope I’ll have the time to draw up some slutty mananaggals for all of you soon (No promises though! hyuk) A couple of deadlines fell on my lap, and these hastily colored doodles are all I have to show from the weekend. Ah well, here’s hoping. Cheers, dears!
The boyfriend has suggested a translation for the second panel. He says: “Reg, why is it like your ‘Doh’ has moved to your hips?”
If you need me, I’ll be crying in the bathroom.
I haven’t had much time to doodle as of late… work and all. I slept at 3 last night and showed up at the office at 7. Such is advertising- the bitch. sigh– so here’s an indulgent little tidbit I did over lunch. I warn you; it’s not perfect:
Heh.. Eng Lit fail. It ought to read: “My shoulders get clipped snugly under their armpits.”
Or hell, just plain “SMOOSH.”
I am sorry. I should pay more attention… all of it’s true though. Honestly, I’ve gone to work bright and early in the morning with my shoulders smelling like Rexona and Old Spice. (Sosi ampota! hehe) All you shawtehs out there know what I’m talking about. Holla! Or hell, I don’t know. Maybe it’s just me. Gog I need sleep.
I couldn’t resist; I had to try again. Golly, shading’s a lot harder when you start getting serious about it! When you don’t really care, you can just go nuts and color whatever fold or convenient looking corner … But when you start getting realistic about things that’s when you realize how awful it can look. And those inks are expensive!
Bleh. Remember grade school art class? There’d always be recurring lessons on shading in circles. I wish they trained us to shade in more… unusual shapes.
Anyhow, I looked up the artist, David Choe (pronounced like chew-eh). He’s a god!!
