Sunday Sketch #14

Scan 31


I have no idea who I just drew. Whatever. Last Sunday of 2014.



Opinions Mean Nothing / Asians / What is Fun?

“Opinions mean nothing; they may be beautiful or ugly, clever or foolish, anyone can embrace or reject them.”

Whatever you say, no one could really care less. It’s not their problem, so deal with your own problems. Geez man, figure it out. Sorta reminds me of that recent Big Sean song…

You know what? Most opinions don’t even mean anything, so don’t think that anything that you say will mean anything to me. Just kidding.

So, when would opinions matter? Well, of course when certain words that come out of your mouth manage to somewhat influence someone, then your opinion would mean something. And vise versa, when no one gives a damn about what you have to say, then that’s where the “opinions mean nothing” part comes in.

So when exactly do opinions mean nothing? When the Asian child tries to talk to his or her parents. I, being Asian, have very much first-hand experience. Asian parents are very stubborn and almost never agree to negotiating to anything. Continue reading

Sunday Sketch #11

Since Dennis is currently really busy, I’m going to do the Sunday sketch this week. It’s kind of like a tradition here, so here it is:


…And, of course, when I ask my brother how I did, he replies: “That’s his keyblade, you idiot.”

This is just temporary and Dennis will be back with his awesome sketches next week.

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Death’s Effects On A Young Child / Rain and Funerals

Recently, someone that I knew had passed away. Even though I didn’t know her that well, I still felt a sorrow somewhat for her, mainly because she had left behind a six-year old boy and a loving husband. Apparently, the cause of death was an overdose of sleeping pills, and supposedly along with depression as well. Everyone who knew her told me that the husband cared about her very much, but if he really did, how did she end up depressed? But I can’t say much, and considering how I’m not part of the family, so my details about the death are very vague.


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