A Blog of Nothingness.

Because I feel small and petty and insubstantial in the grand scheme of things, holed up in my home, as such; a skinny girl and I am singing to the rain.

I was supposed to draw Lucy at Starbucks today, but it got cancelled. She dreams of Percival on most nights, but he never spares her a glance. I am drawn to those kinds of stories.

It's the weather and the perhaps dim yellow lights in the room that brings out the pain.

Today my sister bought me ice cream, and it's a little bubble of memory that floats in and out among the sheets. I try hard to remember the taste, but I forget what happiness tastes like.
Especially when it rains.

School is a looming doom-cloud, in any weather. Bartholomew gave me a hug, and in that moment everything feels okay.

I Am Not Korean, As Was Suspected.

Me and me mum went to try Cafe Monaco for dinner, because purportedly*, they serve excellent food. Beep-beep is on duty tonight, so she wasn't able to go with. (*Source: GCC people and Michelle's driver haha)

So um, we enter, quite awkwardly, and I try to figure out which theme fits because:

 A. I've always thought it was some posh European cafe, as according to Wiki, Monaco is a small sovereign city-state located in South Western Europe.

B. They play Western pop, r&b, old songs, and the occasional rap.

C. They have a dodgy, downtown air.

D. The menu includes Korean, Japanese, and normal foods (just in case?).

I wasn't able to conclude anything. But we decided to order chapchae and the infamous bibimbap, which I've always thought was spelled beebeembap, and was a song you dance to.

We were served the Korean appetizers first.

Mm, yes,.. er.. appetizing.

It might be apparent to you at this point that I am not used to Cafe Monaco, or Korean food, but it was actually quite good (the appetizer), except for the fact that it was really really spicy, and I had to dampen my flaming mouth with water, which dampened my appetite just a bit as well.

My mom went *___* after taking a bite XD WE = N00B at spicy foods.


So after the rather eventful shot at Korean food, I was quite apprehensive about the meals we ordered. At some point I asked my mom what we were doing in there, to which she just continued to sheepishly chew her chapchae, which was a bit normal-er.

And so the Bibimbap came, and thankfully, it looked harmless. It's just that it had ketchup in the middle of everything, and I hate ketchup, so I gave it all to my mom. She had it with the egg yolk, and then she went *_____* because...surprise, surprise, it wasn't ketchup, it was the infernally spicy goo from hell. And I laughed.

I quite like Cafe Monaco, the waiter-who-does-not-look-quite-like-one was very nice. I'll just stick with the ramen next time :3

I Eat Paper and I Drink Ink.

Some kind soul let me draw on his guitar (which I have secretly named Pilate)! :3 Excellent.



He couldn't decide what to put in at first. So I said Turdles, because turdles are epic. But he said they were girly. Feh.

And since he didn't like turdles, the next epic thing would be Superman, so that's how it was.

Yay! This took me about.. two days? Including the amount of time I kept putting it off because I really didn't want to mess up.



Admittedly, I am awful at drawing superheroes, but I seem to copy them quite decently. This was taken from a tacky writing notebook.



Yaay~
*scouts for more duct-taped instruments*
Thank you, Mr. Man-with-the-duct-taped-guitar! :D