The Reason

Well, the reason why i have not been posting i because of my examinations.

Yeah.

I now don't have--wait...thats wrong...

Okay, I now think that i don't have the time to--well, not really...

Okay, I don't feel like scanning in my sketches now...

Yeah. Same old me.

Hey, did you hear about the...

Well, half a month of no posts... I'm not sure anyone even cares though...

Anyway, I've been kinda busy with my exams (yeah right) and have been studying my ass off(oh really?). So, from now on, I think I only want to post with a drawing or a sketch as that was my purpose of creating a blog anyway...

But if you're wondering why there's no drawing with this post, well it's because I'm busy with a comic project that's finally under way and I'm a procrastinator.


I'll tell you about that eventually...

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!"

Now, there is a fire in me...

A fire that burns!
This fire is outta control, it's gonna burn this city!

Burn this city!

If no one has noticed, I am sick again! Yay. Just what I need for the March holidays, lying around burning. The interesting part of being sick this time is that it's like exactly the same sickness as the last time.

Which sucks.

It's like my sickness got brought back by rain(which I think was acid rain). And turned my sickness into an undead zombie sickness FROM DA DEAD! Like the last time I was sick, there are also plenty of bad things about this.

Like, for example, at night, I have to take a pill the size of Texas and no, not take the pill, stuff it up my Then after stuffing that Death Star of a pill intofor like, 3 times, I find out that it doesn't work for my sickness...

Then, I now have to take three pills like size of the Taj Mahal and it's just sick...oh man, I think my fever is affecting my ability to type... I'm gonna stop now...

New Glasses

I forgot to mention...I got new glasses!

TADAA

Sick of Sickness

Being sick sucks...


In case you(the reader) does not know, I have been sick for the last 3-4 days... Which is sooo not kewl*. Although there are good points about being sick, like not being able to go to school, and...I think thats it...(See, sickness stinks!) every other aspect of being sick is not sick...at all. First there's the being cold and hot at the same time(which I still do not see how that it's possible at all) It's like, when you cover yourself up because it's so cold, you start sweating and BURN! Then there's the random headaches which is kinda okay (I guess...). Then there's the medicine. I'm not even gonna explain the medicine...

On the brighter side of the news, last Saturday, we (the same "I'm-not-going-to-tell-you-who" group and one more "I'm-not-going-to-tell-you-who" person who is actually also supposed to be in the "I'm-not-going-to-tell-you-who" group in the first place but the "I'm-not-going-to-tell-you-who" person had something on during Singapore Flyer the day so he wasn't included in the "I'm-not-going-to-tell-you-who" group that day) went to Singapore's first(not sure about this part) air show!

Yeah, there was oxygen, carbon dioxide, nitrogen, helium ,carbon monoxide, etc. ... (And there were some planes too...) Because I got sick and it's like four days since I went there, I don't really remember everything so I'll just type what I remember.

Well, I remember when we(as you already might know, the "I'm-not-going-to-tell-you-who" group) walked in, we saw the monster that is the A380. It was huge! I mean, it was like Ka-Chow!

Anyway, I also remember the food was overly expensive... they charged like $874.29 for 27 grains of rice! It's like they expect you to use the change you got after buying a plane and buy 27 grains of rice!

Next up, I remember the show some of the planes put up and I especially remembered the Black Knights( A little note, they were red and white. Shouldn't they be called the red knights or the white knights or at least the pink knights because red and white make pink...) flying around in formations, flipping, spinning and other sorts of verbs that can be used for planes and killing people with sound.

Lastly, I remember having an annoying man telling us(me and the "I'm-not-going-to-tell-you-who" person that was not at the Singapore Flyer) that we could not sit at their chairs unless we bought something. What, did he expect us to buy a plane at that moment just so we could sit down?! I wonder what he would say if, after that moment, we came back and were like:" yeah, father(<==put emphasis here) just gave me my allowance for today, so, what are you selling? Planes? Yeah, I'll take five." Heh. I can imagine the look on his face...

Okay, that's it for today...

*heh.

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.