Opencanvas, and mouse. Reference used but was later abandoned. (I don't work too well with them.) Original in deviantart account's scraps. A short doodle to de-stress, completed within two sessions. Color enhancements done in photoshop cs.



*props social studies textbook in front of her and attempts to study*
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I think I screwed up my English paper, but it's such a petty little problem that I can't be bothered about it. You know what they say about spilled milk, after all. I've trouble keeping myself awake nowadays. It's been inconveniencing me for about a week now. My hands were shaking in the morning. Thankfully it didn't affect me much during the examinations, or I'll have one more thing to worry about. I hate being sick.

Don't mind me if I seem incoherent, because my thoughts flutter around like butterflies when I'm physically unwell. That's all for now. I think I'll be going back to sleep.

I can't log into Anderson Portal!

*grumbles grumbles whine whine*

Hmmm... Can anyone else log into it?

I could use a fresh beginning too
All of my regrets are nothing new
(So this is the way that I say I need You )

Today's color is red. Okay, so it's more blue than it is red, but that can't be helped when you have someone as erratic as I am. : D

Happy New Year, though I suspect you might be tired of the same old greetings after more than 24 hours of them.

I need to work. >__>

Another artwork post again...

The composition's not very impressive, but it's kind of late to think that now. >__>

Please click HERE. Thank you. *__* Any comments on it is welcomed. I'm tempted to work on a personal webcomic, but I've my studies to worry about. Keke...

This is the 101th post. And today's special is an artwork. >__>

The breakthrough strap is still hanging on the rack.

It'll serve as a memento of the promise I made if one day I should forget. I forget a lot. Humans, as a whole, forget a lot. Do you still remember what you ate exactly a week ago? Do you still remember the faces of your ex-classmates? How about the name of the teacher who taught you Chinese in primary 2? Can you recall what happened on your 13th birthday? Do you remember who sat 3 tables in front of you last year?

I honestly can’t…

Can you?

Tomorrow I'll be leaving for Breakthrough camp.

I'll be having a traumatic experience packing my bag again. I don't have enough dry clothes this time, and I'm still in the process of packing after two whole hours. Then again, washing my clothes, cleaning my slippers, reading blogs and generally wasting my time walking back and forth were included in my routine. I'm such an unproductive person.

I'm contemplating not sleeping tonight, but there really isn't that necessity. I guess I'll sleep soon - after I set my camp objectives and whatnots.

Food for thought:

We are more similar than we think we are. The thought patterns, our fears and worries, our doubts, and most importantly, the missing puzzle of life...

While we are happily raving away in our own worlds, let's not forget about those who are still trapped in the depressing pithole of life. After all, we are not the only ones in the world, are we?

Sanctus Real! I hope you haven't gotten sick of them yet. I think I'm on the path of addiction. :D



The lyrics... "The fear of becoming So tired of running" especially... Mesmerizing.

(And time for some Jpop. >__>)



Turn your speaker up. Not really my kind of music, but never mind.



Trance-ish. But it gets more bearable later. Kind of addictive, really.



I love Wolf Rain.



Little Busters by The Pillows. I have no other comments.



Lovely song.

(That's it for now.)

Lyrics:
"I know you didn’t bring me out here to drown
So why am I
ten feet under and upside down
Barely surviving has become
my purpose
Because I’m so used to living underneath the
surface"
(I shall let you guess the song yourself.)


Let the music do the talking.

Caution: Please do not play two or more songs at one go. May cause tympanic membrane injury. Any injuries caused by TDL.inc (http://the-dead-link.blogspot.com) is purely unintentional and the owner shall claim no responsibilities. Thank you.

Homework...

Mugging mugging mugging. Yoshh!

*Insert incessant whirl of complaints here*

Oh man, I forgot how to do inverse functions! Gahhh... *takes out the handy-dandy notebook maths file!*

Pray for me, ale of ye! Ar down the planks fer yer, yo scallywag!

OHMIGOSH OHMIGOSH OHMIGOSH!

Yadda yadda da da.

>__>

<__<

>__>

Rub a dub dub.

*ends*

Man do I love Vertigo comics.

Sandman,V for Vendetta, Swamp thing, The filth...

Currently targeting "Y: The Last Man".

Series is expected to run 60 issues long...

This is crazy.

I'm interested in "Fables" as well. Though I was only drawn to it because of the style of art.

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Upgraded Inkscape to version 4.4. I still haven't found out exactly how to use it yet.

(1 Cor. 2:14)

*nods vigorously*

I have to GROW. Not going to be easy, but I won't give up so easily now.

Grarrwww. *have an intense urge to emit weird noises*

You kill a muse by executing it. (No pun intended, okay, not really.)

Some muses are persistently annoying, or is it annoyingly persistent? Doesn’t matter either way. Tonight (or is it very early in the morning?) I shall get rid of this muse one and for all.

Enough of ranting for now, since most people won’t even know where I’m heading off with a confusing parlance like that. (I’m still not bored enough to drone on about bothersome details of my day though.)

So, how’s another bit of a rave to you? Sounds good? I’m sure…

I think I have a problem with myself having a problem with people who are having the same problem as me. And the said problem – excessive introspection to a point of fault (and annoyance).

Not that I’m so much into the conscientious behavior itself, but rather, brooding’s a kind of habit to me. Has been and always will be. I don’t think it even does any good half the time.

No, wait; make that almost all the time.

(And I believe this is yet another introspective piece of writing… Ahaha, how predictable.)

So, to go back to the topic, having a problem with myself having a problem with people who are having the same problem as me isn’t the main point. But rather, it is the starting point.

The main point is… a typical syndrome of the brooding disease is the storm cloud over the patient’s head. And while the storm cloud isn’t the most dangerous thing to exist in this world, it causes some victims to become a common moping teenager. Oh, the horror!

And to veer from topic again, even if I have the most effective waterproof umbrella (Pardon the excessive usage of words, I couldn’t help it. Oh, and pardon my frequent intervention.) in the universe at my hands, if it so happens that I don’t use it, I’ll still get wet.

And somehow, I always forget to open the umbrella.

(Please ignore the fact that I could have worn a raincoat and pretend for a moment that raincoats do not exist. Thank you.)

(Oh, I love brackets!)

So… erm, where was I? Oh, umbrellas…

Yep, and an umbrella is quite useless if you’ve gotten totally drenched already. Though in my context, I don’t actually get a complete bath of rain. So, my point being that…

Okay, what was the point again?
Oh… the storm cloud problem… (Forgive me for being so distracted, will you?)

I think I should get a full protective gear. But they’re kind of expensive and I don’t know how to get all those gold. Then again, I could always get a raincoat.

Yeah, I think I should do that…

(Sorry for the puzzlement I must have caused. This is more for my own amusement, really. Have fun!)

I have fallen to my knees
As I sing a lullaby of pain
I’m feeling broken in my melody
As I sing to help the tears go away
Then I remember the pledge you made to me

Chorus
I know you’re always there
To hear my every prayer inside
I’m clinging to the promise of a lifetime
I hear the words you say
To never walk away from me and leave behind
The promise of a lifetime

Will you help me fall apart
Pick me up, take me in your arms
Find my way back from the storm
And you show me how to grow
Through the change
I still remember the pledge you made to me

I am holding on to the hope I have inside
With you I will stay through every day
Putting my understanding aside
And I am comforted


"By this point, I'm wearied by all the decision-making and I'm letting God take over."
I quote Furai.

My mother bought a truckload of dehydrated ramen (or ramyun, since it is of Korean origin). :D Ignore the fact that the truck only contains half a dozen tubs of noodles.

I’m eating “Korean Clay Pot Ramyun” flavored cup noodles now.

Clone Army!


Check out the works of this one man team, its member being Dan Kim. I'm very much impressed by his comics, though they're definitely not work safe material, and definitely not meant for young children. Grotesque, but true to life.