Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Productiveness: 0.3 % (on the account for some digital painting)

Was rifling through stuff today and found some of my old artwork, done sometime around lower secondary school years methinks, and all I could think was blimey, I was such a spazz. I used to draw these characters with cigs cause I thought they were cool but their coolness level were definitely damaged by the horrendous clothes I put them in as well as the weird limb-like protrusions some would call arms. 

I want to burn them but my lighters (all three of them) are out of oil and my lighter fluid has gone missing since semester one. 

Old artwork wasn't the only thing I dug up. Pulled up some old online urls and found some of the drivel I used to pen when I was 12. Yep. 12. I was not a very bright 12-year old, let me tell you that. I used to insert dramatic sentences in italic because - once again - I thought it'd be cool but in truth, it just makes you want to laugh at the foolishness of the author. 

Those who read it and actually liked it must either be foolish as well or might've been 12-year olds like me. I'm glad I don't write like that anymore but it makes me wonder if my current writing would make my future self cringe. 

Monday, December 14, 2009

"Are those underwear?"

"Yea."

"Whose are they?"

"Mine."

"Are you sure these'll fit you?"

"Yea."

"You're right. They will. How much did they cost?"

"DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING? SINGING THE SONGS OF ANGRY MEN! IT IS THE MUSIC OF A PEOPLE WHO WILL NOT BE SLAVES AGAIN!"

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Sorry for being an ass (><)