i'm a student of life!

"Quit... don't quit. Noodles... don't noodles. You are too concerned with what was and with what will be. Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it is called the present."

currently watching: dunno XP
reading: too many to name right now. ask me.

“Immaculate being?

In this secular existence, perfection is illusion. Regardless of all those who utter the contrary, this is the reality. Common man seeks it out … they aspire to achieve it, as if it were some tangible things.

But the fact of the matter is, perfection is an hollow shell. It is … devoid of any substance. I spit on perfection.

Perfection afterall, implies that you have reached the summit. No trial and error… no ability to conceptualize. An omniscient being would have no need for such superfluous things. For people who dabble in the sciences such as yourself, perfection would render you obsolete.

Many magnificent things have been, and will continue to come into existence. And yet, every last one of them will fall short of perfection’s finish line. Our function as men of science relies on their shortcomings, and then, only then can we apply the fruits of our labor.

To put it simply …. As soon as you began spouting that nonsense about being immaculate being, your fate was sealed. How dare you call yourself a man of science….” - Mayuri Kurotsuchi

i draw and paint.
my favourite artists are: john romita jr., james jean, amedeo modigliani, egon schiele, leinil francis wu, joe quesada, jae lee among others...

After Dark

I try to escape before my shadow is fully cast.
Flying away, not bothering to notice my wings have fallen off.
A sweet scent from far, far away drifts across the street corner.
And I hear a familiar voice crying out.
How much father can we make it, with only the night wind's fleeting hopes to carry us?
The world trembles like it wants to stop us,
Taking everything away
I'm not dreaming any more,
And we haven't done anything yet, but still we'll keep going!

Asian Kung Fu Generation

Drawing Days

An angel without wings said to me
“I lost my map for returning home”

The powerless me draws with a paintbrush
And pours water into my dried paint

Even if my eyes lose their sight, I’ll show that I’ll draw
Even when my hand loses its strength, I’ll show that I’ll draw

A swaggering stray cat was laughing
It was laughing at me floundering while living

On my narrow and small palette
My strong will doesn’t mingle

Even in the cold and dark world, I can go draw
I can go draw a picture that the sun burning red pierces through

For someone’s sake, what can I do?
Just with that, I will from now on again

Even if my eyes lose their sight, I’ll show that I’ll draw
Even when my hand loses its strength, I’ll show that I’ll draw

In the colors that seem to envelop everything
There’s a prayer filled with all wishes

Splay

"Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy the solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them." Jodi Picoult, "My Sister's Keeper"