Distraction is a Fairy Quintessential
I have 8 frames of a storyboard to draw out by 10 am.
And yet.
I’m sitting here listening to Beethoven and Blur’s Tender.
What the fuck.
And ironically… Blur’s telling me:
Come on, come on, come on…
Get through it!
…..
I’m waiting for that feeling…
Waiting for that feeling…
Waiting for that feeling to… come…
Yes-iree. I’m still waiting for that feeling of semangat (enthusiasm) to come…
More crap to distract me and *you*
My Disgrace
If you’ve wondered how come i take so long to clean my room.
This is why!
Rudy and me were online :-
Fairy: I’m putting up a photo of my room
Rudy: Are you sure you want to do that…
Fairy: I don’t mind. I don’t care. I love it for all its many flaws.
Rudy: *keeps comments to self*
Fairy: …..
It seems cleaning my room has become an adventure somewhat.
I keep on having all these mixed emotions with things i find…
I guffawed at this awesome cartoon yishyene and i drew together when we were 16…
… cried reading this emo-sial letter found in between my old mags…
… happy happy joy joy discovering i still own my c r a y o n s from when i was THREE years old!
… perplexed on finding i have all sorts of balloons : heart ones, rabbit ones, smiley face ones, omg where DID they come from…
And the best one yet.
Absolutely flabbergasted when i found a toy gun.
A TOY GUN.
I have NO CLUE where it came from…
My best bet is perhaps i brought it home when i was drunk and don’t remember.
Anyway. This just proves my room is so happening.
Do *you* have a toy gun in hiding in your room?
No. I didn’t think so.
Aaron wants the damn toy gun so badly.
I don’t know why.
He asked me for it about five times tonight.
And just when i thought he was over it (i just wanted to make things hard for him, see) we were having a nice soothing chat outside my house.
At one point, he was looking at me really sweetly. 
So i thought, oh is he going to say something nice… 
After a few seconds, he said “Can i have the toy gun please?” 
with big puss-in-boots eyes.
I was like, “…..
…. No.”
Drunken photography turns out arty…
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Natural Born Avoider
I’m so good at avoiding things…
Marvelous in fact.
Remember how i was supposed to clean my room yesterday.
No.
I went online.
I took a long bath.
I got so bored looking at my room, i fell asleep.
It didn’t matter it was 6:30 pm.
Big Ben called whilst i was sleeping and asked me to teman him to 1U.
I was dreaming about food.
Really. I was.
That’s why i happily obliged. So that i could go buy food hee hee!!!
Halfway eating ‘beef ‘n’ fries’, i spotted the Blizzard.
Holy cow.
I HAD to try that!!
Plus i was so (easily) fascinated that it doesn’t fall out when you turn the cup upside-down.
So, i tried turning the cup upside-down. Some ice cream fell on my shirt.
Ben laughed.
I tried again. And some fell on my face.
Ben laughed again.
At MPH, i was looking for him and found myself in the Christian section
damn i’m lost
Then, i found myself in the children’s books section
yay i’m home…
While happily reading thru a happy kiddy book, i look up to find Big Ben hovering over me
“Hello friend… These are for KIDS ok.”
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