Somehow I was proposed to...

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Reading: The World God Only Knows - Chapter 102
Random Quote: Can you don't go home? — A kid at the SCC
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... by a seven-year-old boy. It went like this:

Boy: Teacher, are you married?
Me: (chuckling) Ah... No, not yet.
Girl: He want to marry you.
Me: Ehh?! Ummm... (turns to boy) You want to marry me?
Boy: (looks away silently)

~___~ And, thus, I have collected another manga-panel-like situation.

I was convinced, for the first time, that things that happen in a shoujo manga can happen in real life. Boy is born with a weak body. He cannot overexert himself: walking too long, running too fast, laughing too loud, getting too exited, any of those or more could get him sent to hospital. His uncle has to carry to him school, because he is too weak to cover the distance from his home with his own two feet.

He has no mother. Why? I don't know. But I know that for this reason, he is easily attached to any woman who seems nice enough. He would hug her and hold her. (That's why the teachers tell his father to clip his nails lest he will scratch them unknowingly.)

Many of the kids in the SCC are from disadvantaged families: poor, single parent, or both. Even for the short amount of time spent there, I could tell, that those children who are missing a mother, are much more sticky and physically affectionate to me, as if to fill in the space left behind by the absent mother. I am not physically a man, or I would have been able to see the empty space caused by an absent father by those who lack one as well.

Sheesh, parents. Please learn to copulate responsibly.


NOTE: I am working part-time, teaching drawing/art at a Student Care Centre where parents who don't have maids park their kids for a day so they can go to work.

"this does not look like your drawing"

, they said.

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Listening: Rookiez is Punk'd - Complication
Reading: Arago - Chapter 22
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(Ya, it is backdated because I forgot to post earlier.)

Drawn as a worksheet of sorts for the upper-primary kids at the SCC. I realise that Beta Centre (Upper Primary) have to be taught differently when compared to Alpha Centre (Lower Primary). Due to too much exposure to Singapore's educational system of too much technicality, too much note-taking and organised topic-by-topic learning. Thus the reason for making these notes.


Felice the witch. I haven't drawn her for a long time. =3 She looks adorable in this style too. XDD


Hawk. As expected of a character whose sight I found annoying the very first time I drew him. And it is rare for a parent to dislike his child, and for me to dislike a character I created. ~__~ But it seems, that his horrible personality have snuck it's way into my drawing again. I think I like him a little more than the Trollzaya. And that's not a lot.


Coloured, for fun.


Those kids first thought I downloaded it off the internet. I said, no, I drew it. Then they said it doesn't look like my drawing. =___= I told them that being an artist is my rice bowl, and knowing a few different styles would make me able to eat not just rice, but noodles, bread and pasta as well. Sssiigh, talking to kids makes me lamer.

Then they went, ah, you're a real artist. =___=

Rawr you little noobs, that's what I've been saying for the past @#$% hours. Though technically, I am not an artist. I am a draftsman. A digital artist. Illustrator. Yea, those.

RAAAGE~!! (Clients are stupid. Always.)

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Watching: Alvin and the Chipmunks
Reading: Clients From Hell
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So I emailed someone who previously invited me to apply to a job at her company, for a part-time job in the holidays.

[insert correspondence here]

She says:
I will be an "intern". She will pay me $500 per month. I will have to get my butt down to Kallang from 0930 to 1830 every Monday to Friday.




Like, seriously? I have a Diploma you know. And even intern saikang warriors at Lucas get paid more than that. I should be getting more than this miserable MacDonalds pay.

done in the boredom of my internship

I remember feeling, that there was something very beautiful, very enchanting, yet very creepy about this drawing. (And it's not just the red overlay.)