Sometimes you want to make something for someone to show your appreciation and the longer you try the less fruitfull you get. I’ve tried to come up with a doodle for the wonderfull Rara from Rarasaur after having the honor to write a guestpost.. now.. a year has almost passed. O.o
I got this phone call today. Let’s just say I’ve had nicer conversations. For some reason 2013 has been a persistant lesson in dealing with the insane and keeping my calm (those who follow my blog for some time now, and know my fry-pan-ways, know that keeping my calm is not one of my strongest assets.. but I’m learning).
I just wonder from what vault idiots come from and whether it is possible to send them back there, close the door and drop the keys in some deep (very deep) toxic lake.
Till I’ve figured that one out, I’ve got to study for my International Economics exam on Monday.
So tea, le hoodie, paint breaks, le music, diwali, studying, some more tea and getting into the idiot-free zone.
Besides that I cut 20 cm of my hair – and I know look like a Cabbage Patch doll – there is something else that has been troubling my heart for the past few days. I was making Mash Pot the other day and between the veggies I found this pair.
I can’t bear to eat them.
I probably need to get a life.
(The quote is from Jab Tak Hai Jaan. The full quote: “Every love has its own time … that time was not ours … but that doesn’t mean that the love itself wasn’t there”)
Me: what a lovely beard
M.: Nooh those are freckles! [giggles]
One of my students (my last student for now) drew this. When Maryam first came she didn’t talk and was afraid to draw. Now she giggles each time I let her draw and she isn’t afraid to ask for help anymore.