i have gone to smoking reds. it kills my throat but its potent shit that shuts me up.
its always smokey robinson and the miracles at ungodly hours thinking thinking. oh naz.
i miss shahrin and abang izzran. they're the sweetest. they gave me the best term holidays i can remember. just being here and me (kind of) taking them around.
bobby griff and abang paul beruk frank holidaying in stockholm. lucky bastards.
i don't think i will ever get around to mastering illustrator. i resorted to even reading the help references and have somewhat controlled my curves but its just so bloody fucking taxing.
jun and me are a brilliant rock and roller coaster satellite love ride. the fear is in burning out too quick.
the people i thought would not hang around proved me wrong. my ex lover got in a bike accident and i am seeing him tomorrow. out of genuine concern. my chocolate boy takes the time to see me on a fucking saturday just to spend time with me. thats what i miss most i suppose? just fucking in company with a friend.
speaking of which i miss nadine to fuck wit bits.
april is a month of rock shows and me being saturated with inspiration one night and completely creatively draught the next. if only i could sketch, all my art nightmares will go away.
my box of watercolours are in front of me for a reason. but for the love of me i'm pansy i might just waste all that valuable colour on a vomitty piece. this is me being boldless, as always. hell, looking at illustrator scares me into downloading freehand. for the overwhelming opinion that the latter is far more idiot friendly.
i am going to sell my zine again. does anyone remember my zine?! yarrrrrr!
i also do shirts, shoes and possibly notebooks now. pimping my rookie handicraft skills (chokechoke).
all my good friends are boys now! is that a positive thing? in exception of nadine, who is true blood.
i work again on monday and while the prospect of cold hard cash in very probable 4 digits is way too enticing to refuse, i'm going to have to spend the remaining hours of evenings haunting craft, graphic book stores etc and conceptualising. that leaves me very little time with jun considering he has weekends doing some music thing or generally fucking around with him. what kind of life is this? modern life!
