“Dammit”

The first thought that came into mind as I logged in to Deviantart for the first time in months (perhaps in a year….plus plus). There were like more than a few thousand of notifications for deviation submission and what not. I wasn’t planning of opening this left-for-dead (so to speak) Deviantart page but I was curious, you know…well, firstly I have to say, it’s a bit easier to navigate on the Deviantart pages itself and it feels more professional and of course, I could hardly say that for myself, taking into account, my track record as you look through the gallery.


I would love to say I’m here to stay but it’s hard to say (wow that rhymes…ha-ha). It’s like meeting an old flame, you remember the times, some were great, some were terrible and some wouldn’t be missed. Let me be honest, I joined Deviantart for two reasons in the beginning;

One was to see page-views.: albeit it was mostly for the art, it was also a bit of a “hey-people-love-my-art” kind of thing. No harm in having lots of page-views but it steered me off course at one point of my true intention as well, which was to learn and practice my art skills. (Hey, if you people want to give me page-views, by all means, Na mean yo)


The second reason being the most shallow perhaps almost uncharacteristic of me nowadays was because of a girl…yes, a girl…uh-huh, you heard me girlfriend, aha, that’s right, a girl. Yes…what was I thinking?


Needless to say, it didn’t work out otherwise I would have already posted some kind of lovey-dovey love poem I would have wrote about our blossoming beautiful relationship, of course.
For your information, no…It didn’t work out…was I sad about it. You can say that, as any typical human being would react to it. Am I still friends with the girl? Why yes I am. Am I emo? Hell no.
A little preemptive strike there so we can get off the subject. So now that I’ve poured a bit of gossip-juice into your gossiping-machinery, let’s get to the real deal here.


I was just plain lazy to finish anything. I’ve put off like a year of art, music and anything as artistically-inducing as say a portrait of an overzealous Obama supporter (Obama girl: check her out on Youtube if you haven’t already).


However, I’ve been doing a lot of fun stuff, like hanging out with my buddies, some beer guzzling and Football (once again I must now translate it for my American friends: soccer).
I have a few aspirations and dreams I’m pursuing, possibly also attempting to see what I’m good at or better yet, what the hell do I want to do with my life.


As I was dissecting my brain part by part, I realize that I love to entertain people/myself (you know what I mean, you perv). I love making jokes, I love to draw, I love to make music and I would love to make animated and non-animated movies (just need a few basic lessons to do so).


I always believe (okay, not always) that to really excel in life is to do something you love to do…I don’t think you need to be perfect at it when you start but I think in the long run it brings you “great success”.


I’m working in an office environment (imagine the office...Minus the comedy…and great cast but with a crappy boss) and I absolutely find it in a nutshell, boring as a CNN commentator on Michael Jackson’s dwindling career.


Now don’t get me wrong, I can do office work. I can do it well. Whether it is accounts (ironic for a math failure, really) or HR assisting (HR are the most evil of the office groups, they’re like the distributor of corporate punishment…besides idiotic bosses).


I can’t say the company I’m working for is treating me bad, far from it (besides the pay of course) but I yearn for something better. I’m pretty sure I’ll find a better job soon but before that happens I guess I’m going with the flow.


So that’s what has been going on with me recently. Owh and I’m a bit older than before….


DAMMIT.


From the mind of the Justice.
Mr. Point

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