Now i know how my college friends finish their work.

They just don’t go out.

I’ve been at home the whole day…. drawing.
Hence the many posts.

My blog shalt be my output to bitch and crap till disconnection do us part.

I think so much when i’m alone.
Because only my hand is working.
The only thinking my brain needs to do is think of what marker colour to use
eggshell? sephia? blonde wood?  warm gray 20%? 40%?

*goes nuts*

I was having an interesting conversation with a scandalous girlfriend of mine the other day.
Her scandals involve sleeping with men with gfs but not wanting commitment herself. I call her my mistress friend to her knowledge. Right after we discussed her scandal story, i went on to tell about aaron’s bbq. She promptly cut in:
“See. If you’re the mistress, you don’t have to marinate and clean.”
I had nothing to reply to that!

Oh yea, i had this family dinner yesternight cos my grannie flew back to London this morn. She loves making us (cousins and me) draw lots for pressies that she gets. The thing is, its usually something we’ll never wear.
Ever.
But because she bought it for us, we’ll always say “thank you it’s very nice i love it” and smile as widely as we can  and later . I got this gaudy gold and many-jeweled brooch. er. So anyway, I saw her holding out this big chunky necklace thing and asked her who it was for. She said it was for my brother. If i’m not mistaken if was a fertility necklace from Africa. My twin cousins and i bawled with laughter, anticipating the moment when she’d give it to my brother so we see his die-hard expression….. priceless.
My grannie:
Aunty, cousins and i:
My father:
My brother:

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