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Yes! Yes I can!
I’m cheating; I don’t own a tub.
I actually drew this little thing earlier today when I wasn’t feeling too hot… I had only slept a handful of hours and woke up promptly 3 hours after with bloodshot eyes. Ah, Such is life after having marathon’d US of Tara ’til the break of dawn @_@ God the series is just so riveting. It was so damn hard to break away from John Corbett’s Air Supply belting and Showtime’s general sexy raciness. Oh my loins.
Either way, the rest of the day only got better from then on 🙂 Fatigue aside, I had a pretty awesome day… It never fails to wind me whenever I hear genuine appreciation for my work here on CerealSat. It’s so wonderful. I only wish I could express just how grateful I am for my friends and unexpected readership. I’m all set with new goals and CONCRETE ones too. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.
Now it’s time to slip into a peaceful coma. I love you guys; Good night world.
6 Words
Oh yes, and before I manage to forget again, lemme share with you all the illustrations I did for my friend Mig’s word stories (or as I like to call ’em: “flash fiction”) – Tadaaa!
I’m quite pleased with the turn out of these pictures, I must say. They are pretty, aren’t they?
These are box-illustrations, but I’m going to go out on a limb here and let you interpret which illustration matches with the intended story… except for the one with the naked lady wearing a helmet and sitting on a posture stool. I have NO idea what I was thinking with that one. Anyhow, here you go. Like so:
She’s happy not knowing the answers.
They shared a passion for words.
Not what I wanted to hear.
I must have done something right.
The proof is on her neck.
Found true love in a bathroom stall.
Promise: I won’t put it in.
“Can we please stop using condoms?”
Didn’t live up to the hype.
She lied about being a virgin.
To be active is to count.
OR, you can check out the article itself over at New Slang! Huzzah!
I love you, baby, but no.
Last Friday, Giz got himself a hair cut…
Yaya Nonette, God bless her cranky soul, is Gizmo’s old yaya. She’s efficient, sharp as a whip, and she loves The Sangco dogs so much, I’m willing to bet she loves ’em more than people. Also, as you can see here, she tells it like it is with little remorse.  I love her. hehehe
Hi. Remember me?
I’ve sheepishly been dodging my lack of updates with meek and poor excuses:
“I’ve joined the work force again.”
“I’m uninspired.”
“I’ll get to it; I promise.”
Honestly, I had hoped that no one had really noticed my absence, but then a loud shout from a good friend (Marla) scolded me out of the blue, and I was forced to confront my laziness… albeit with a humble slice of shame.
There isn’t any excuse for this unannounced hiatus at cerealsat. Unfortunately, despite all this fuss, I still haven’t got anything new to share; it’s 1:05 AM and I’ve just come from Arnold Arre’s film debut: “Kaye for Komiks” at Fullybooked. It was… WOW. It was spot on; as cheesy as it sounds, it was almost as if it was written and shot just for me. (You know… Comic-dreaming gal from Advertising chucks all hope and financial stability out the proverbial window in order to pursue her dreams of comicking greatness, all the while hanging out with an anti-social comic savvy recluse).
And really, who CAN’Tkeenly relate with the pressure of pursuing a dream in exchange for a more stable and (on paper) fulfilling endeavor like a 9-5 J-O-B?
But more that just that, it repeated great truths that I’ve parroted (drunken and sober) myself. Comics are GREAT. They are truly, really, fucking great. I’m only sorry that I’ve ended June and begun July without even a peep at cerealsat. (Thanks Marla. I needed that shove. 🙂
I’m sorry, and I promise to get right back to it…but  until I produce a new strip (something by Sunday, or my name’s Mud), here’s a little victory to tide you over.
Fresh off the presses in this month’s Uno magazine:
That’s right people; we have seen print!
“Yvonne” is actually my mother’s name. Her name was originally supposed to be “Severine”, to complement her ‘tough, wild woman’ exterior. Alas, my friend named Severine is ass shy and didn’t give me permission to use her name.
I love you guys!
So.
Alrighty then. I’ve got 2 copies of “clean-up” left, and they’re reserved for one: Migs Marfori and another Zig Marasigan. I honestly don’t know when I’ll be seeing either of you soon, but I’ll just hang onto these til I do : )
In the mean time… I think it’s time I posted it here; the month of May is over, after all. Without further ado:
Side note: Lots of people have commented on how huge my room looks here. Truthfully, it’s not. See all those white spaces? Those don’t really exist. I just added them so that the inking wouldn’t be as sloppy.
Plus points if you can guess the book.
(The End.) Then Segue:
The End-End.
Passive Aggressive Doodles
This is actually a couple of days old, and the illustrated sentiments are long gone… buuut what the hell!
It’s just a little thing-
A few days ago, the subject of “crushes” and girly infatuations came about over a dinner of beers and fish tacos. Here’s the little ruminating comic that came of it!
Thanks Alice 😉 You’re such a doll.
Yesterday:
I suffered from a terrible case of “I don’t care, fuck you” yesterday and I think it shows in this comic…
This was the quickest, most rash comic I’ve ever done- but a head full of worries and shitty thoughts can do that to you.
Many thanks to Marla, Alice, JR and co for redeeming the afternoon and angry-dirty-pleasant evening 🙂
With apologies to Mr. Abrera
I’m not schooled in all of Manix Abrera’s work, but after just buying his new book “12” (YOU SHOULD TOO!), in hindsight, certain bugs in this strip kind of resemble his own. Weh. My apologies.
Then again… draw a poop shape, add a couple of lines,  and you’ve basically got- tada! IPIS! Hum.  Anyway:
Buut, yes. For inexplicable reasons, my shower area is a bona fide roach graveyard. You know how some animals disappear from home to die? Well. The little jerks like to rendezvous at my shower during their last hours. This fact is particularly unpleasant, when you’re about to take a bath and just about as blind as can be. Yeesh.
YES MY SHOWER IS CLEAN.
