must have haircut since signing of school clearance requires semi-military-head-form hairstyle for males. goodbye, shield of my flailing lack of self-esteem.
today i felt great (and until now, actually) because i am already done with all the school projects, except one, which would really take long for anyone to finish. i see my classmates still working and rushing over their school work and in my mind i am like: "that's what you get for procrastinating. hah. look at me. i am FREE". maybe this is what they call Schadenfreude? uh. i am just very glad i am done with it. (damn i should treat myself to a sundae or something!)
the father of one of my friends. him and her are both the type of persons likely to be described in a Haruki Murakami novel.
this day began with the miserable accident of having pulled off the side zippers of my father's rescuer boots recklessly (the whole small zipper handle was REMOVED! now you can't pull it up!) which i have had the pleasures of using for a good lot of time now. i am devastated not particularly because it can not be used anymore but because i know my father will massacre my eardrums one more time and proceed with a blasphemous speech of how i am a demon sent to make Earth suffer once he learns of what happened. i must lie now and say i never knew it is broken and it was okay last time i used it. which, now that i think of it, is not effective, since it will only prove how careless i am in terms of any specific bodily movement; that characteristic of Shin the whole family despises most. this is totally worrying me and i have to find a way to put the blame on somebody else. same way my father does with his mistakes.
at school, we barely had nothing to do since the teachers hypothetically considered yesterday as our final day already and sure enough they had food in the faculty office. wait, what do teachers eat anyways? surely their cult of pedagogical violence involves mastication of human fetus and spaghetti made of brains of students whose cardiac arrests were cause by their brutally sarcastic exams.
oh you special special person~ <3
we had an exam in Special Topic Course (the subject in which each one of us had a turn to hold a seminar with our topic of choice) and i just can not believe how stupid my friend's answer was in the question "what are 10 signs of being gay?" some of her responses were: -rich, -wise -artistic. i have no idea what she had in mind when writing that. in fact i have no idea if she had a mind at all in the first place.
and then submission of the myths our class had fabricated for Mythology class. we are already done with it since yesterday because i am an earnest writer (kidding.) and have finished it quickly. my two groupmates are lucky because all they had to do was type and print it and then relax like some basic bitches. the three of us just watched how panicked everybody else is with their prose and were like: "*yaaawn* this is getting boring."
as i am writing this, i am also Photoshop-cleaning some drawings (which are appearing in this entry) i did today. i am also totally digging the playlist Charlie did for Patrick in the book The Perks of Being a Wallflower. it's called One Winter and i absolutely love all songs in it except Scarborough Fair. sorry, Simon & Garfunkel.
so jealous of couples who love and lust each other equally
Miss Del Rey, will you serve me a lemonade
on the way home i was listening to this and unintentionally imagined my death and funeral and i was "assuming" she would cry. i ended up teary-eyed too. how abnormal.
all the watercolour drawings i have done lately has hair that looks like that of above, i think it is very much inspired by the ideal retro housewife, which appeals to me a lot. idk. however, that painting seems really vile and bitchy. i think she gives off this evil stepsister aura, so i named her with the family name of Cinderella's stepparent and sisters. this one is probably the youngest and she was not yet born during the filming of the movie.
i am still not pleased with how my works look. but i guess i am improving.
this expresses my feelings quite well
i am looking forward to New year's Eve celebration because there will be food. i don't like how time flies. i barely get sleep. i hate everything.
last night i was about to go to 7-eleven and buy a sundae. it was about three am.. . . but i met an angry dog, and he had friends to support him also. so i just went back and forced myself to sleep.
obviously not pleased with anyone. hah.
i am supposed to think positive and look forward to 2013. but i just can't. it feels like all things i want are bringing me down.
except my darling love~
who does not care at all.
fck.
am quite losing the thrill and joys of doing this. maybe it's the fault of photos i upload with incredibly saddening quality. ugh, i don't know. just thinking of having to do 500 of these makes me feel uninterested but when i look at my ~inspiration~ (clue: it's a human being this time) i want to finish all of it immediately.
really needs practice in avoiding infinite usage of I's.
i have decided to do some kind of an art project that will probably span a long amount of time. it is called Portraits of 500 Lovely Organisms. inspired by Akira Horikawa's 1000 Drawing Project. i am very much indebted to him in terms of my current style and perspective, so yes. he is such an inspiration. i message him sometimes but he rarely replies. it's okay. it's very very very okay.
his blog title and video is also the inspiration of my blog URL.
below is the original first four "organisms" i did. all were rejected. more for paper-quality reasons than the drawings itself. that's how Shin does it.
and here are the official three,. photos, however, are hardly convenient.
#001 God
#002 Mother of Everything
#003 David.
i hope i don't get lazy because getting to do the actual five-hundred sounds like a superb achievement.
imaginary outift. the fabric of the coat is that of a horse's skin. pants is of pants-quality and bag is satchel-like. i am awesome. ikr.
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these last three doodles are quite heavily inspired by Tokwa-sensei's art, i know. sorry, team. your humble blogger is not as original as people might firstly come to think.
like all my essays, this photo essay is religiously incoherent and irrelevant. God Bless my Blog. (click to enlarge pictures). most of these are edited by me.
drawing on clearbook given to me by Vines.. she's the weakest in terms of "Teaching" among us English majors. but she's a very very nice person. love her for this.
from Me and My Little Brain. have not read this yet. but i rlly like this kind of drawings.
my head + Akira Horikawa art. this makes pretty good sense
here's some random drawing i did in/at/on/last/ohmygodprepostitionsaredifficult Sunday night in attempts to master usage of oil pastels. i know, and don't get me wrong, this is an ugly portrait. but i named it anyways.
Urine.
also, earlier that night i wore this:
uhh. . . ? lol.
just felt like going evil-satanist-goth but i really can't fully go for it or whatever since i was uncomfortable with the thick shirt and pants. hurrah. skin is still the best of all clothing.
