Hair and other things

It's been a while since I drew anything. I wuff the yummy bubblegummy pinkypink hair.



Inspired by the Camy and Me comic, I suppose, since I remember wanting to try out his style. There is some semblance of it, though it's nowhere near accurate replication.

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So... what to say? The last substantial post was about the grocery store (though not sure if anecdotes like that come from a sane person). As for the camp, I think I've told enough people about it, dissected every part until I'm tired of hearing about it myself. So, no, I'm not going to write it here. To give you an vague idea of what was running through my mind at the time, let me quote:

"I can't believe I played sissy war games!!!"

Wuss is us. Oh well. Maybe I can laugh about it with my grandchildren...

Still, nothing beats the Baguio camp-- the first and the best. Kahit na hindi ako naligo dun nang dalawang araw. Kahit na sobrang naiihi na ako sa lamig. Kahit na onting mali sa pagtapak ay pwede ka nang mahulog sa bangin. Kahit na nadapa ako't nadisgrasya habang, take note, habang papunta sa lababo para maghugas ng pinggan (walking disaster, grabe, hindi pa ko tumakbo nun). Kahit na nabasa yung tents namin sa ulan. Kahit na nabasa ung Skittles ko sa jacket at naging rainbow-colored ito.

Walang tatalo sa childhood mehn! Hahaha. That was six years ago. Nung ten years old pa ako at hindi marunong makihalubilo sa mga ate. Salamat kay Ate Camille Illustre (May she rest in peace. Amen.) Buti na lang hindi sila nainis sa pagka-kiddie ko dati. Yata.

HAHA.