It’s been so long since I last held my oil pastels. I need to learn how to use them again and buy higher quality materials while I’m at it. My fingertips hurt so much just by doing this simple exercise.
I won’t say grand things like, “If I give my best, I’ll accomplish everything.” But by trying my best, I give myself a fighting chance to HAVE SOMETHING rather than giving up and attesting to the fact that I was born NOTHING and will end up as NOTHING.
Senses tingling with sweat as cold as ice and a little bit tachycardic is how I would describe myself right about now.
I finally clicked the much anticipated “Publish” button on Amazon’s Kindle Direct Publishing and am still waiting for their notification that’ll say that my book is ready, live and available on their store. The wait is killing me.
The mixed feelings this experience is giving me is really nauseating. And until this very moment wherein I am writing this blog entry, I’m still not sure if what I did was a good decision but what I am sure of is that this is something I really wanted to do.
Unlike the main character in my book, I am unable to see what lies ahead of me. With that said, there is no other option for me but to charge forward with all my might and hope for the best.
“We do have a lot in common. The same air, the same Earth, the same sky. Maybe if we started to look at what’s the same instead of looking at what’s different… well, who knows?”
As I was watching the first Pokemon movie with my four year-old cousin to help familiarize him with the English language, the line above really hit me.
It was quoted from a character named Meowth, one of the mainstay villains of the show Pokemon. Yes, he is a villain but if ever you’ve watched an episode or two of the long-running anime that started during the year 1997, you’ll more or less know that he’s more of a comic-relief than a serious threat.
The quote itself was deep yet simple enough to be understood by children and heavy enough to be remembered for many years. And as I analyzed the said line, I wondered what will happen if everyone on Earth, especially our leaders, would just learn from this cat and take what he said into heart.
Well, according to Meowth, “Who knows?”, right?
I need help.
For those of you who doesn’t know, I am going to publish my first book on Amazon. The problem is, I did everything on my own and am not sure if what I made is presentable enough.
One huge source of concern is my cover. I am not a pro when it comes to using Adobe Photoshop but I think I did a decent one, however, it might not be be same for other people.
This is the cover I made. Do you also think it is decent enough or do you guys have any suggestions to make it better?
My family and friends aren’t aware of this side of me so asking them is definitely out of the question.
You’re comments would really mean a lot.
Everyone in our house loves dogs. There was even a time when me and my other three siblings had one each.We always had dogs for pets as long as I can remember so, maybe, you could just imagine how my family reacted when my youngest brother brought home a female kitten, a very sick one to be exact, seven years ago.
My mom told my brother to return the sick kitten back to the streets as she had very bad experiences with my grandmother’s cats. Mom told us that they steal food from the table, can’t be trained and ruin clothing.
After so much drama which included my brother crying outside our house for a long time saying my mother had no heart, we ended up keeping the kitten.
At that time, we didn’t want to name the said kitten. In our community, cats are known to leave and never come back from their owners’ houses so we clearly didn’t want to get attached. Though that was our plan, it was hard to treat it like an object while we nursed it so we naturally nicknamed her Ming.
We didn’t expect much from Ming. Everyone assumed her to die within days and we just wanted her to feel comfortable before it happens. She was really sick and barely ate but she fought bravely and after a few weeks, she was able to run again.
Ming was simply a huge bundle of joy. She would chase after the most random stuff, hug our feet for no apparent reason and was so clingy that she cried whenever she was left alone.
If you’d exclude the scratching of curtains and bedding, she wasn’t anything like how my mother generalized cats. She had her own spot in our backyard where she pooped and never climbed on top of the table to snatch food and she even solved our rat problem which costed us two refrigerators already. My mother and sister didn’t like how she would leave headless rats and birds at our feet whenever she killed one which was rather cute in my opinion.
Because of our good experience with Ming, we started adopting more and more cats. It didn’t turn out to be a good idea though. She turned out to be very possessive and even got sick when she wasn’t the center of attention anymore because of the new cats.
That was when she became really attached to me. We spent more time together because we both enjoyed looking at my aquariums and birds. Everyone said that she was just waiting for the right moment to kill them but they were wrong. Ming is one of the smartest animals I have ever met. Though she often hunts down wild birds, she doesn’t hurt my parrots who freely fly inside the house and would even defends them against feral cats. It’s as if she naturally knew what was important. I even strongly believe she understands my emotions and does things according to them.
The moment I went to college and, eventually, medical school, Ming and I never lost our bond even though I only visit every three months or so. Whenever I’m home, she still prefers to sleep and spend time with me rather than my with my mom and dad who takes care of her now. I didn’t expect that because most people say that cats only remember something for seven days.
I’m writing this blog because as I called for her earlier when she was on the second floor, she missed the balcony and plummeted to the ground with a loud bang. She didn’t move for a few minutes and the thought of her dying scared the hell out of me. She really is a dear friend who I would mourn for days.
She’s okay now. As a matter of fact, she’s currently in my lap as write this.
PS: I’m trying really hard not to show her the contents of this blog as she might feel conceited and self-important. No, just joking. The truth is that I don’t want her to look at the computer in fear she might learn how to use the computer for world domination.
In Asia, most countries divide the heavens into central, northern, southern, western and eastern mansions. These mansions contain different houses or constellations and are ruled, according to mythology, by 5 heavenly beasts.
In the picture above is the Vermillion Bird of the South, also known as Zhuque in Chinese, Suzaku in Japanese, Jujak in Korean and Chu Tước in Vietnamese. It is the ruler of the southern mansion of stars. It is different from the Phoenix in a way that the Vermillion bird is a spiritual being that watches from the heavens while the latter is assumed to have a physical body that undergoes an endless cycle of rebirth every 100 years.
I decided to draw the Vermillion bird because it embodies the element and will of fire, and knowledge. My midterm exams are scheduled next week so I’ll be needing lots of will and knowledge. Go me!
This butterfly is my second work using oil pastel. I’m still practicing. My friends liked my first work more and I think I do too since it took me more time to finish that one. Still, I’m happy with the result. Check my previous post and compare which one’s better.
I’m planning on trying to do somewhat of a collection to challenge myself in drawing with rules and concepts. I’m torn choosing between Grimm’s Fairy Tales and Asian Myths as a concept for my following drawings. I hope I can choose immediately because my midterm exams are just around the corner so I’ll be pretty busy. Well, we’ll see how this new hobby of mine will work out.