I should do my assignment rather than doing these things....

A character I'm working on in my story...does she look disturbing enough? I personally think its not... need to work on my evil drawings..



Kan best mun blogspot dapat crop pictures..features ya nang amat dihargai laa untuk orang kurang rajin seperti yours truly.

Cinderella, Nad's Version

Once upon a time, there lived a girl named (well, called…) Cinderella. She was tall, and well-built due to the work she had been doing around the house. Cinderella had two stepsisters who were anorexic and bulimic respectively. One day, the Prince had a ball. He put on his best sportswear and along with his guards they played futsal. As he was playing, he accidentally kicked the ball high above the palace fence and it landed upon Cinderella’s lawn. Hating such a thing on her lawn, her beautiful lawn she had taken great care of, the ball had to go. With all her might, she kicked the ball towards where it came from, but the force of such a kick she gave was so great that one of her flowery gardening boots was stuck onto the ball. So precise and great was Cinderella’s kick that it landed before the Prince. Upon gazing at the ball and was amazed by it, the Prince vowed to go for a quest in search of the owner of the one boot. And the search began… It then came to Cinderella’s house and the Prince presented to the women of the house, Cinderella’s stepsister. They tried to put on the shoe but it was too big for them as their feet were tiny and bony. Then, Cinderella tried the boot and it fit her perfectly and thus produced the other pair. She rejoiced as she has now found her beloved gardening boots. The Prince begged her to demonstrate her kick in which she was hesitant at first but agreed nevertheless. She kicked the ball and the Prince’s jaw dropped in awe. He went onto his knees and professed his burning desire, “Will you..join my team?”. Cinderella, upon hearing large sum of salary was for her if she joined, could not resist such an offer, thus agreed. They lived happily ever after for quite some time, though the Prince later developed arthritis and could not play futsal any longer. As for Cinderella, she became the best futsal coach in the country and made plenty money out of it.

With my hands... @ watashi no te

With my hands
I draw things that I've seen,
things that I want to see.

With my hands
I write of things that is in my mind,
thing that occured to me,
and things I've pondered about.

With my hands,
I strum the guitar,
of songs I sing
and pluck the guitar,
that is to my liking.











With my hands,
I played the gamelan
and the flute,
and travel to a new world,
that can never reached on foot.











With my hands
I nurse a sick cat,
till it can run about the house
and chase a few rats.











With my hands
I could touch my friends,
to console or,
to simply be a friendly gesture.
I could hug my mom, my dad, my siblings,
and to even ask for divine guidance.

And with my hands,
I could heal,
or do wonders
or to bring harm upon others,
but that is really up to one's will.

nothin to do...

During class... i did this..



I drew this on a piece of paper...while lecture XD.. Well, whaddya expect me to do??

And did this too, with my dear accomplice..

and


Then, i went to McD...where i sketched this on a tissue paper..

here's a cropped version and photo shopped..

This is a true story of our Chan Hua Chien. He's evil ladies and gentlemen, pure E.V.I.L!! With that, i bid thee adieu.

nitey...

Ares

Urgh..finally, i sorta got Ares done but am not satisfied at all... Huhu.. I copied from an image from the internet...(as usual XD)..



Here's the original work i got form the internet,



Ghehehe.. peace and out

Sugarmama's Lament

I started off as a nerd
My cries of sugarmama-ing remains unheard
After a while,
I feel wild.
I began to submit to my inner voice,
Of the thing that should be my choice.
Though initially i refused,
Now i am infused,
of my sugarmama nature.
I am crazy,
I am what men dream to be.

Author's finest work so far XD...of the Nemui Kuma.

Ps: I will my things to my friends just in case i am murdered due to the controversy of this poem...

Any songs..?

Ah....my beloved guitar..*kiss kiss kiss*.. urgh (wipes guitar) my precioussss.... I've been playing Falling Slowly by Glen Hansard.. and is bored with it now.. and i can't seem to find any other songs to play.. My guitar pun da bosan with it da... even if i play it, nya macam maok sik maok jak..(ntah2 tuner aku rosak koot) Ntah papa ntah...membebel sorang2 pagi2 tok... Anyone got any recommendation of songs?