the melancholy of ja'meme

paradoxicaldiarrhea: eyes meet, hearts speak.hands touch, feet dance.lips pressed, mouths open.arms...

Thu, 21 Mar 2013 13:27:27 +0800

eyes meet, hearts speak.
hands touch, feet dance.
lips pressed, mouths open.
arms intertwine, tongues collide.
passion flares, bodies warm.
love burns, endless happiness.
years pass, days gone.
thoughts linger, feelings falter.
words fail, minds forget.
tears flow, hearts broken.

— jla

paradoxicaldiarrhea: the color of your eyes brighten up my worldthe sound of your voice is the...

Thu, 21 Mar 2013 13:23:42 +0800

paradoxicaldiarrhea:

the color of your eyes
brighten up my world
the sound of your voice
is the perfect noise i’ve ever heard
the smile that can disarm
has certainly got me charmed
like an arrow shot through my chest
you left me here as good as dead

that attitude of yours
i know i couldn’t stand
has got me thinking lately
and now i understand
the effect you have on me is here to stay
without you i can’t go on another day
you’re the one who makes me whole
so please be the hand that saves this soul

— 0408, jla

paradoxicaldiarrhea: bored board: pen tool session - the cab -...

Fri, 01 Mar 2013 15:44:14 +0800

paradoxicaldiarrhea:

bored board: pen tool session - the cab - 03012013

when there’s nothing to do, try drawing one of your favorite bands.

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Fri, 01 Mar 2013 11:40:07 +0800

project: dongsaeng killers version F we’re almost there!

Thu, 28 Feb 2013 14:06:00 +0800

project: dongsaeng killers version F

we’re almost there!

when boredom strikes, try drawing alexandra trese…

Thu, 28 Feb 2013 13:28:41 +0800

when boredom strikes, try drawing alexandra trese…

Part One: Exit Wounds

Mon, 22 Oct 2012 15:45:51 +0800

Now
Drip. Drip. Drip. The sound of blood dripping from my left arm. I must stay calm. Breathe. No! I must run. They are after me. They are going to find me. They are going to kill me. I must not look back. Run. Without shoes, my feet are hurting. Run. Through the thick forest at night. I can’t see. It’s too dark. But I must run. For my life.

4 Days Earlier
Long weekends are the best weekends ever. For hardworking people like my friends and I, we decided to take a long-needed and well-deserved break. Maia and Hana were in charge of the location. Leni and I were in charge of the transportation. A week before our vacation, Maia and Hana were googling for resorts outside the metro. In one of the searches, the name La Paz Resort stood out. It was somewhere in Central Visayas, which was one of the places that we have never been to, and the prices of the rooms were reasonable. The amenities were also beautiful, and the view of the ocean from the rooms were amazing, from what we saw on La Paz Resorts website. So that’s where we decided to unwind.

#3: Diary of a Pale Girl Who is Partial to Black Shirts

Mon, 08 Oct 2012 12:14:00 +0800

March 6, 2012

Panic. A sensation of fear. You begin to be agitated. You can’t think. All reason is gone.

The smoke is starting to get thick. She can’t breathe anymore. Her mind is in shambles. She is on the corridor of the hotel walking towards the fire exit. She is confused, crying. Suddenly, the ceiling collapsed in front of her and flames started to creep in the floor that she was on. She’s trapped. The only way remaining is to go back. To her room she ran as the fire started to engulf everything on the corridor. She locked the door. She’s all alone, and with the knowledge that she’s about to die, she just decided to lay on the bed. As she lay, she thought of her life, and what brought her here to this place. The good and bad times during her 25 years of existence.

She was born to a poor family. The day she was born was the happiest day in her parents lives. When she turned five, her father gave her a rag doll. Her face lit upon receiving that gift. For someone poor, having a toy like that is a luxury. It was the happiest day of her life. On the next day, her father died of a hit and run.

At a young age, she already knew that her life was never going to be the same. Her mother was depressed and took any kind of job just to send her to school. During those times, she saw that her mother was slowly slipping away from her, the life in her eyes were slowly turning cold.

One time when she was twelve, she was walking to get home when a van stopped. The van was full of drunk college students. They gagged and took her with them to an abandoned building. That’s when life, and the monsters, took her innocence away from her. They left her, beaten, bruised and broken. Her efforts of pleading to her mother that they should go to the police was unheard. Later did she know that the men who raped her came from rich families and paid her mother to keep her mouth shut. That’s when the girl decided to run away from her mother. She took some money that she was saving and went to the city.

Upon arriving, she immediately looked for jobs, but no one would accept a twelve year old. That’s when the couple saw her. They asked why a young girl like her is looking for a job. She told them her story. After hearing it, the couple offered her a job as a maid on their house. The girl immediately said yes, and stayed with them. For six years, all went well, until one night, the man entered her room. He reeked of alcohol. She asked the man what he was doing on her room. The man just stood there and maliciously stared at her. That’s when it happened again. She was kicking and screaming but was overpowered by the man. After that night, the couple paid her, obviously afraid of a scandal, and threw her out of the house.

Walking around the metro, she met a girl about her age and asked if she wanted a job. “What kind of job?” she asked the girl. She told her that she was pretty and would make a lot of money. She took the girl’s hand and went with her. She took the girl’s hand knowing that she has lost all hope in mankind. Thinking that they are only going to take advantage of her. During that day, her faith, her hope, died.

As she lay on the bed alone, she thought of every thing, every memory. Her mother, the monsters, the couple, the girl, and her father. Her father, her fifth birthday, those were the memories that she kept playing over and over her head. She knows it ends for her today. She wants to die with a happy memory and a smile on her face. I knew that. As I extended my hand to her, I told her not to panic. All of these are temporary. Every thing you have felt will never come back to haunt you. There will be no monsters. Nobody will ever hurt you again. All will be well. Every thing will be all right. As she reached for my hand, she smiled and closed her eyes, as the flames started to engulf the room, her beautiful face and peaceful smile slowly turned to dust.

version E: hayao miyazaki inspired

Mon, 01 Oct 2012 14:36:02 +0800

version E: hayao miyazaki inspired

dongsaeng killers version D

Mon, 01 Oct 2012 10:42:03 +0800

dongsaeng killers version D

version c

Wed, 26 Sep 2012 16:35:00 +0800

version c

version b

Wed, 26 Sep 2012 16:33:01 +0800

version b

fan art: hana, gate 7

Mon, 24 Sep 2012 12:56:06 +0800

fan art: hana, gate 7

chrona fan art

Sat, 22 Sep 2012 12:44:00 +0800

chrona fan art

jigoku shoujo fan art

Sat, 22 Sep 2012 12:41:11 +0800

jigoku shoujo fan art

maka albarn fan arts

Sat, 22 Sep 2012 12:36:00 +0800

maka albarn fan arts

The Three Goddesses

Fri, 21 Sep 2012 16:41:18 +0800

Inspired by the Goddesses of Philippine folklore

The Three Goddesses

Mayari
Under the light of the moon, she shines. Even if you don’t really know her, you’ll glance at her. She is the most beautiful girl that you have ever laid eyes on. You never want to keep your eyes off of her. Her charm is absolutely disarming. Love at first sight, that was her effect on you. Her eyes, her lips, her heart, her body, and her soul. Every thing about her you would want to know. And once you know, even if it hurts you, you’ll be craving for more. The moment she walks out that door she’ll leave you broken, and bruised. Your heart cannot be put back to it’s original form. Every time you walk at night, you’ll remember the woman who gave you both pleasure and pain.

Tala
First time you saw her, she was sitting at the park and was staring at the stars, smiling, and looked like she was talking to them. You immediately thought that she must be crazy. When you got home you can’t get that girl’s smile out of your head. You start to think of her. You start to think that you might be crazy too. The second time you saw her, she was singing. You were amazed at her voice that you decide to sit somewhere that you could hear her. Every note sung fills your soul. Every line goes straight to your heart. Every night that became your routine. Walking through the park, hoping that you can catch a glimpse of her. On the seventh night, you decided to go and speak to her. Still practicing the lines in your head, you arrived at her usual place at the park. She wasn’t there. You decided to stay and wait for her. You looked at the sky and noticed that there weren’t any stars around. A few more minutes and it started to rain. You stood up and went home. For the remaining weeks, it always rained, and still there was no sign of her. And every time during that month you’ll be looking at the sky, thinking of her, waiting for the day that the rain stops and for the stars to come out.

Hanan
Every time you look in her eyes, fire burns inside you. Every time you touch her, you feel her warmth. Every time you kiss her, your passion flares inside. And every time you tell her that you love her, she glows. She is every thing that you have always dreamed of. A woman who is radiant as the sun. Waking up every morning with her beside you is a blessing. Being with her for eternity is all you’ve ever wanted, all you’ve ever needed. But you know every thing about her is a lie, and you can’t be with her forever. Still you chose to stay beside her until this is all over, dreading the day when you wake up and she is no longer beside you. The woman you love is gone, and all that remains is just a memory.

can’t you see the look in my eyes?

Fri, 21 Sep 2012 16:39:14 +0800

can’t you see the look in my eyes?

crazy mode on

Fri, 21 Sep 2012 16:33:11 +0800

crazy mode on

sometimes, i just don’t know what i’m doing…

Fri, 21 Sep 2012 16:17:25 +0800

sometimes, i just don’t know what i’m doing…