A Quip

So today we outran the rain. But by the time we got to our destination, I was so knackered, I couldn't skate.

Anyway, it's pouring again. Oh look, a cow came down. You know. raining cats and cows. And I ... Shall.. continue this post tmr..

Tags :

Ben : eh, what happened to our moon movie?

Liana: I am not. it is logical really! It is quite mundane la. that's the only problem really.and yes you did book me.Really!

Sinee: Yeah:( so slow.

Rain Rain, Pour Some Teh

It's abit early in the morning to be blogging. But I have something to say.

I think I would say after years of cultivation, i can be what you call, an expert, in lazing around, and actually enjoy spending my time doing nothing. Some of you younger folks call it chilling out. I call it being lazy. Either way. Anyway, point I'm here is simple. Its pouring outside. Like someone upstairs decided to fix the heavenly sink, and something went wrong.And I realized, the only thing I like better then sleeping when it's raining, is just sitting around when it's raining, feeling the cold air, and having a cup of nice warm coffee. Why? because when you can do that, it means you arent worried, you dont have no place to be. You're right where you need to be, being lazy, with coffee, and not caring when the rain stops. Then perhaps as it lightens up, and the joy of watching it pour while you're nicely indoors is over, maybe take a nap. That would be so fun.

However, I'm hoping it stops raining by 11.15 or I'm pretty much screwed. How cruel.

In other news, my drawings are from ages past, I dont exactly feel like drawing when I come home. So these are old, but gold.

Thanks for the tags:

Tmr, tmr I'll reply you tmr, tmr's a dayy awayy..

No Coffee For The Wicked.

So it's saturday again. And I'm considering blogging twice a week. Like those web comics go on mon wed and fri? Many I'll do wed and sat, or mon wed and sat. I dont know. we'll see.

Anyway, I went to sleep on thurs hoping i'd wake up in feb, with the last day of internship being the one I woke up to. No. Didnt happen. Here I am at week 5 out of 20. Oh my bejeez.

And, for the next few posts, I will be taking stuff from my phone. Things I write on the bus or train on the notepad. or maybe just next 2 posts, cause I dont think I'll use everything. Abit outdated some of them be.

Ok, I remeber I did this quite a long time back. We were skating, and the sky was black as a bear's bum. And it was only in the early afternoon.

Legs pressed beyond limits
Ears pricked to hear the slightest sigh
But when we felt the first drop
On our sweat drenched skin,
We knew we had failed,
In our quest, on that day,
to outrun the rain.


Tanks for tags, bikes for comments:

Stranger: nah, I was thinking try wrestling. they help you right all the wrong bones.haha

Amber: Geee Amber, haha. I can't cause its mEn's best friend. Not mAn, or mINe.haha. But at you know.so saves me drawing a skateboard. haha

Rooshdee: Not really. Jay Z album 3 is actually quite good. haha. I have it. and if you bring Elvis to this day and age, or Jay Z to that era, and they outdo one another, then it's fair. haha. Its like comparing 50 cents from then and now. It's of different values already. Hows the xams?

Liana: haha. Its true what. She did sing it. and she's..well.. her. haha.

Help, help, the roof is on fire

Oh no, Bozo. It's been 4 days since i last blogged. FOUR! not one. one.two.three.four. AH. ok.

Anyway, I think I have an explaination on why people shouldn't judge other people. really. took me four days to think that. SO. Most obvious reason first, no one is perfect. No one. And since Alicia Keys sang no one, she's perfect. But aside from her, no one else is, so we shouldnt see the flaws in others, when they might be trying to see the good parts of you. In a non dodgy way, I mean. But the reason I think would affect us more, would be when we judge, we expect. When we see someone, and judge them as, say a murderer. We're putting them in that pigeonhole. that stereotype. When the person plays out of that stereotype and does something not expected, you will get confused. But because you couldn't care less about a murderer, it wouldnt bother you. However, bring that closer to home. Say you decide to strereotype this person as a nice person. and they end up backstabbing you. Because you brought YOUR hope into the picture, you get hurt. So, long story short. Dont judge. Not smart, it is. See Yoda for further examples.

the picture is from a thrasher shirt btw.

T is for Twinkle. I Is For Infidel.

Ok. So its the weekend. But I'm sick. Which blows.

Anyway, I went about drawing the one-liner. With no windows paint, I'm pretty much left with my hands. which is both good and bad, because that means more details required, and inking and tracing and all that is manual. And above is an uncompleted copy. It's just a sketch till its fine tuned, but i'll fine tune it and post the finished one up, when I'm done.

The one liner is "men's best friend" by the way. And that is a bird with a rather peculiar name. that I'll let you go figure out on your own. But I apologize in advance if anyone is offended, although i see naught to be offended about. Its just dogs are abit of a 90's cliche. Plus I wanted to draw something I havent drawn before.

Anyway, I'll blog again soon. Ramble off off and away.

HAHA. Ok. Its the painkillers.

A Day For All

Have A Day to Rest your laurels,
Have a day to say Hooray,

Have a day to hunt for fossils,
Have a day to just think about a day.

For all these days are part of your life,
be they big or small, or foolish or wise.

They all add up to one lump sum,
which makes you up, worker or bum.

And when you reach that check-out counter
to the tunnel of the light,

You must going with joy and glee and no regrets,
And say "Boy, its been one adventurous day"


Can't draw the one liner yet. I'm deciding between a dog and birds.. I'm kinda going to the birds side, but its not child friendly. No, not in an obscene way. But I'll get back to you with my decision, in drawing.

Pudge Cassidy

I just killed my throat shouting die to a nymph as I smashed it with a detergent bottle. It was abit of an overkill, judging from the remains, or the lack thereof, but it was 3 weeks of frustration. I need to breed more of these things.

I'm gonna go plaster mustard on the floor downstairs now.Later gator.

Shane on you

So today Australia won the icc champions trophy in cricket. From New zealand. And It made me happy. the whole day. even though I was late, even though i paid 8 dollars for a bite sized lasagna, even though it was only tuesday in a five day week. I felt happy. Everytime I typed in the score, it felt nice. And while my colleague was explaining how to cut footage while on the match review, when the Auss crest showed up, I wanted to tell him why it was that way, and what those two animals were there.

I dont know why.

And cricket is actually a pretty fun game.

ok, enough of sports new before I hurl. Bye

Jerry Hsu Looks Like You

So monday came. and went. and when you finish monday you feel happy, then go, "crud, 4 more days" thats a good 32 hours.

Anyway, I realize why I hate my job. Well I dont hate my job. i hate the idea of working. Of the same old drudgery everyday. and at least manual labour is liberating. This, however, involves technology. And sitting in a spot for 8 hrs isn't my forte, as my studies can attest too. Also, I dont get how people can go to work everyday of their lives like that. Every adult does that. Where's the light at the end of the tunnel. Friday? I know mine is every friday, but the greater light is 5 mths. But to do a job, mon to fri, everyday, desk jockey-ing. where is the joy. Where is the excitement.

On another note, my job, as it requires graphics for on- air shows at 7. means it requires a certain degree of perfection, for example, in spelling. and. well, I have never sought such a .... well. I just think from just doing everything just beyond a point of doing it, and suddenly asking everything to be on the dot. Its a big, painful jump.

Ok. Ramble done.

FRIDAY

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Pardon me while I celebrate