Hi, would you like donate? Thank you.

Now, try saying that 400 times to people who either ignore you or run from you as though you have SARS or something...while standing up.

Seriously. Most Singaporeans are so selfish.

Well, on with the post. When you are collecting money and/or giving out stickers, you realize that there are about 7 types of people in Singapore. The assholes, the ignoramus(seses-sses), the super donators, the virus-fearful, the "must-I?"s, the black hands and the apologetic.

Lets start with the assholes. I met like nine of them. You know that they're assholes when this happens. Okay, lets set the image. You are the can...holder person... and you see a guy walking towards you. You approach him and ask whether he has any spare change. He reaches into his pocket(by the way, I'm using "he" because every asshole I met was a dude.) and you hear a lot and I mean, A LOT of coins jingle around in his pocket. It's like he just robbed an army of hobos or something. Anyway, you obviously hear the coins and get all excited right? Then he looks up and goes: " No coins leh.." And walks off.

Then, there's a super-asshole. This guy, when I approached him, said no coins and rushed off. Then, when I said "Okay, Thanks anyway.", he got onto the escalator(I was standing outside an MRT station),stuck his hand in his pocket, shook some coins around, turned back, and smiled.

Yeah I know. What an asshole right?

Okay, next there are the people who pretend you do not exist. When you approach them, they just turn around and talk to their buddy, or walk straight on forward. There was this one guy who just pushed me aside when I got near him. Jerk-off...


Then, there are those very nice Singaporeans who donate like 412 times. A minute. It's these kind of people that make me happy. There was this old lady who walked past me like 4 times and donated every time. She had a lot of stickers.

There are also those people who, the moment they see you, either turn around, quicken their step or just run off. Seriously. There are people who ran. From me. And when they run off, they stick up their hands as though I'm about to shoot them. Every time someone does that to me, I always spin around to check if like Satan was behind me or something.

Next up, the people I like to call, the "must-I?"s. These people still donate. But when they donate or when you approach them, they give you that look like... "Aww...must I? I really don't want to. Please don't make me do chores..." These people shouldn't even donate if they don't want to. No, wait. Then I'd have to stand there longer.

Also, there the people who stick their hands in your face to stop you. It's as though they think they have the force or something. They're like "SHIIWEAOO!!' and expect you to fly away or something.

Lastly, there are the apologetic people. You know those people. You know, when you get near them they just keep saying sorry non-stop until they're like 200 meters away from you. I feel like when I get near them, and they start saying sorry, I feel like I broke them or something. I'm like "Woah. I didn't touch him! It's not my fault! It broke on it's own!"

Collection of estates

Well, last Saturday, I did that thing, Oh, whats it called? Umm... It's ummm....Oh yeah! Charity.

I went to collect estates. And newspapers.

So, we went around, knocking on peoples doors, collecting newspapers, collecting bottles, collecting puzzles, collecting toys, collecting some weird rubbery things with a white tip and whoring ourselves. Yeah.

SO, recap. My friend got called a "cry father vagina" in hokkien by a sweet, humble, honest old man, two of my friends and about eight girls saw a dude masturbating in his room and (the coolest part) we found a Dragon Ball-Z puzzle! Ka-Chow!

So, the day after that I went fo my Tea-Kwon-Do grading. I was tested on how fast I could make the different types of tea.

Orgies.

CYOA 1

P.S. DON'T JUDGE ME!!!1!!one!!!



You are an average human. Three months ago, an advanced race of aliens had entered Earth's atmosphere. Within weeks of their arrival, they had started sending out waves of creatures and decimated half the world before it could react. In a matter of days, the entire planet has begin to resemble a war zone. Craters, bodies and piles of rubble are all thats left of once great cities. Now, the world has begun to regroup and forms a worldwide army for humanity's last stand.

Unfortunately, a small group of survivors from the aliens last attack have been stranded in the wreckage of a once prospering city. Help doesn't seem to be coming. You are their leader.

Although you and your group were only hiding out for a week, disaster has already struck. A few of the group's scouts have spotted a platoon of alien troops coming, leaving only hours to get out of the area. But, there are many wounded and weak in the group and it would take longer to leave. And, the provisions are too heavy for only the few healthy people to carry...


Okay, when you're done, use the poll to vote.

B-day...woooo...

It's my birthday tomorrow...yay, more responsibilities.

Anyway, these are my presents.woooo...

First, I got a new tablet that's...huge.
The pen(is in my hand).
A whole new hopscotch.(sorry the picture is a little blurry)
Hopscotch the book.
My new left foot.(the white-er part.)
The first picture I drew with my new uber tablet.
heh. the first pic I drew is a nude guy...

Kane...

Well, this is the first page of the official(I think) Kane comic!

TADAAA!I'm hoping that the guy here can help me ink it just because I'm too lazy to do so myself...and his altair(is that how you spell it?) inks looked good...

Well, that's all. Comments are appreciated.

Wheel of Fortune

Hi...How ya doin'?...And the wife?...Oh, good, good...you know how it is....This is going to be a long long looooong post(i think). Okay... Sooo, as many of you might know, I know the guy from here, and i'm gonna try to turn his story about that guy and the robbing into a comic.

try.

Anyway, yesterday, we(we as in the "I'm-not-gonna-tell-you-who" group) went up the Singapore flyer! yay... So, I took some pictures! And I'm gonna post them! Yay!

This is the garden below the flyer...

Interesting waterfall...The flyer! zomg!Going up!Hello, down there!Fancy golf course...Sea of cranesAww..how patriotic(I don't know what it means so I'm just using it) The Singapore skyline"Hey! They look like ants from up here!"
"Those are ants!"

Hah! Screw you, rules!

Bob the builders

What is that?!

"Hey, what's up?"
"that."ZOMG!Gallardo!
We're gonna be here FOREVER!
"They're watching..."
And Singapore complains that we don't have enough space...
That's the park!
Well, that's all the pictures I've got...Hope you enjoyed it, reader!

Pain in the a--neck

Today i got a mosquito bite on the sole of my foot.

How is it even possible to get a mosquito bite on the sole of my foot?! I mean...HOW?! My foot is on the ground like 96.329% of the time!( don't ask me how I found out...(No, seriously don't)) The only time a mosquito could come running along and biting me, is when I'm asleep...ASLEEP!

That just freaks me out! While I'm in my sleep dreaming of dinosaurs, Star Wars, Heroes and women, A little mosquito comes under my blanket-Well is doesn't come under my blanket, it arrives-no, umm...it appears under my blanket, sees my foot and bites me! When i'm all vulnerable and asleep! What if tonight she (yeah, it's a she, it's always a she...*) invites her little buddies over thinking that my foot is a bar and drinks are free for women?! how am I going to walk?!

And that part isn't the worst..nooooooo...there's more bad stuff about getting bitten in the foot. First of all, when you get bitten in the foot, there is no cool or discreet way to scratch...at all. And when you need to scratch, it's never a 'oooh my foot's itchy, I think I'll ignore it.' Its a 'AUGGH! my foot's burning!! I need to rip off my shoe and use a chainsaw to scratch!!!!' kind of itch. And the worst part is that even though for your entire life your feet have never been ticklish, for the particular time when you try and scratch, it's sooo ticklish!

Secondly, when you get bitten on your foot, it's not like when you get bitten anywhere else. Because when you get bitten anywhere else, if you don't touch it, you don't think about it. But when you get it on your foot, the 96.329% of the time when your foot is on the ground, you can feel it!

Lastly, when you get bitten on your foot, it takes much longer to write a blog post because half the time I'm scratching!

Anyway, I've manged to get this!

This is the first piece that I've penciled, inked and coloured thats on my blog

Yay.

Comments are appreciated.

*Science note: the part about the female mosquito is not because I'm a sexist it's because only female mosquitoes suck blood.(i think)

Art-i-Farts

Teeheehee...did you see the title? Art-i-farts! heehee... You get it? See, because the word is artifacts and I changed it to fit the context of this post, and changed... the... you know... because the...Bah! Forget it...

Party pooper....

Anyway, this post is going to be about fart!...Or...art...hmmm......Awkward...Alright, enough fooling around. Back to the post.

...*Ahem*...

This is going to be the first art post of my blog. Drum roll please!

...Fine! Be that way! No one needs you drummer...

Tada! My first art post! Now, i know it's a little sketchy, his weapon isn't there, blah blah blah etc. etc. BUT! Since I feel bad, I have...


This! See dear readers, because I care so much about all...two...of you...*sniff* I have uploaded a second , yes, a second, sketch!

I hope you like my sketches...and well, umm...yea. Comments are appreciated.

Oh Not Again...

Heh...I caved...once again, I have created a new blog...but this time, I promise to try to maintain my chipmunk-like attention span and post more than 5 posts...