“The right to choose your own path is a sacred privilege.”

Fate is for you to decide.

I dare you to keep a straight face.

The sketches make up for the twisted sense of humor.  I thought of Ysa upon seeing this.  Probably ‘coz of the “HURR LET’S HAVE SEX LOL UR HAWT” part.  Oops.

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Disclaimer: These are not my pictures.  I just put them together.

I just HAD to reblog.  Tsk.

Nothing beats painting during a blackout.  These are our versions of the Iron Man.  The most authentic-looking one on the left was made by my dad.  The scrawny, lanky portrait in middle was made by me.  And the one on the right most, was by my Liam, who was 6 at the time. (2008)

This serves as proof of the point in time when I was a die-hard Milo Ventimiglia fan.  I forgot when I made this.  And yes, there’s WAY MORE where that came from.

This is in memory of my panda-like friend, Berna.  I’ve developed a soft spot for pandas, all thanks to her. :3

LWLLJB.  If you figure out what that means, and I might just give you a prize.  Frankly, I have no use for the beaver or any of his..?  her..? songs, but this so-called “craze” fascinates me.

I remember finding this in Book Sale while rummaging through their old stocks.  Tatty by Christine Dwyer Hickey is a novel about a Dublin family told through a little girl’s point-of-view who mostly about her dysfunctional family and what they went through in order to overcome their struggles.  Every page was worth my time.