Tuesday, June 21, 2011


Saturday, June 18, 2011

My life needs a cat.

Images like these make me miss Knight so much I want to cry. He was always so soft and fluffy; always warm and snuggly. He's do cute shit like miao at me while at my door to announce his arrival before entering my room, then shamelessly leaping onto my lap for some good pettins. He'd climb into my bed while I was sleeping to snuggle next to me. His fur would get into my nose and I'd sneeze but still hug him anyway. I'd sneakily trim his nails while he was asleep and then he'd wake from the sound of his nails being clipped, dazed and confused, before realising what was going on and then struggle to run. Those were good times.

I really want a cat. A Knight kind of cat. My life is not complete without one.

Maybe I should just go, fuck it all. And stop caring about it altogether. But I hate giving up without trying.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

My life...

is on this bus.

(and it is depressing as hell.)

Wednesday, June 8, 2011


From my sketchbook, finally.

I have a serious issue with pencil drawings. They bore the hell out of me.
But here it is anyway, I name her... whatever my file name for her is - whitehairnebulablazer.

My creativity knows no boundaries.
No, not really.

This week and the coming one is going to bear much excitement. I must admit to be fairly afraid, but nothing really scares me. Except insects. And the future. Other than that, I'll just take it as it comes. Seriously sometimes I think I am mentally unsound. A masochist, maybe? Or sadist. More likely a mixture of both, actually.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Last night, I dreamt of cutting the sort of cuts I used to do 3 years ago. The ones that bled and wouldn't stop, and needed stitches but I wouldn't tell. In my dream, I sliced my arm 8 times with an industrial penknife. It didn't hurt, so I just kept going. There was blood and I loved it.


If this wasn't just a concept, I'd buy it, and wear it, while riding my bicycle. In a dress, with a tutu.

There was no internet at work on Monday.

In order to fight death driven by boredom, (and also because my nails were almost disappearing) I sketched my desk. It wasn't very entertaining and I got bored after... 5 minutes? Pretty obvious.

Behold, sketch of desk taken with my camera, as my laptop that connects to the scanner is at work. I'm on my iMac.

My PS editing skills need some work. It does not look this fugly irl. Or maybe it does, I could just be in delusion. I probably am.

I've got sooooo many more random sketches in my big fat sketchbook just waiting to be unleashed but but but my laptop is always at work, so.


There are 2 egg tarts waiting to be consumed by me.

Saturday, June 4, 2011


This coffee table is made of genius.
I wish I was smart enough to think of that.

What do non-smokers do when they hang out? The best friend and I were absolutely lost.

Do they shop? What happens when the shops close? Do they go home? Eating is an obvious activity but does it end there? What in the world do they do?!

To fulfil your stalkerish desires,


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