(Respectful) Imprint usage #23: protecting textbooks from the rest of one’s backpack.
OK, exercising self-restraint…I can honestly stop tagging posts with “artblock.” I really don’t like the shading style, but I might as well learn it by using it. Cel-shading, minus opacity and brushes might be the easy way out, but it’s clean.
There are some days where “sass” is completely appropriate…if only the other person wasn’t sensitive. You can never have enough sass.
Never was very good at picking gifts. Either I’m not very good at paying attention to the details that people give out, or you’re always trying to figure out if the other person might be offended if you gave them said gift, or you’re trying to figure out if they “already have enough,” and therefore, gift-giving would just end in some kind of sad farce attempt to show that you care. There’s more than a few social situations I never learned how to deal with, and I suppose this is one of them I’ll just keep crashing into.
I know they say “it’s the thought that counts,” but at the same time, I’m not so sure. I guess everyone likes presents to certain degree…?
So, I ended up deciding to keep this one to myself, since the only option was to take strange photos of it, and save it as a joke present for later date. XD Anyone that comes up with a good caption for one of the following photos gets to keep it! O_Od
It reads! On the topic of presents, this one arrived under the door of my office.
I keep forgetting that happy/smiling isn’t everyone’s default mode. Crap.
Happy belated-Canada Day! Canadian-born and bred, what can I say. I went out to see the fireworks (sadly, another activity I did by myself), and was surprised that there were so many people there. In a way, that’s what Canada is, people coming together to enjoy their similarities and differences.
There are times when you feel like your edges stick out too much, like the way your parents raised you doesn’t fit right; the way you are isn’t quite Canadian enough, and there’s times where you feel like you’re not Chinese enough, and then there’s times you’re really confused which part is which. All part of growing up and understanding one’s identity…it’s a little painful, and warm, but you’re willing it to endure it. Suppose that’s love for me, haha.
I used my downtime to watch Tiger&Bunny…I WILL BE WATCHING THIS WEEKLY NOW, OH MY GOSH. Dear subbers, no need to rub the (b)romance into our faces (top or bottom? >.>)