It must be painfully obvious for you to tell when I’m tremendously inspired and when I’m not. This was one of those rare instances that I felt would dissipate as rapidly as the imagery had formed had I not translated it into an actual illustration on the spot, the sort that absolutely has to be completed in one sitting to get it out of my system.
Red Wine, Whiskey and You (Natsunonamae @ LJ) tells the bittersweet story of “Jun and Sho, in the span of three years”; realistic, quiet and not overly dramatised. I love fics like these, where strong imagery builds up steadily as soon as the reader starts drinking in the words. Silverfa would probably love it too :)
Illuminated by the hazy lights at the bar, Sho and Jun settle at the familiar bar stools, with not a word passing between them. Simply lost in the moment.
Hello,
don’t forget to breathe..
She was such a talented chess player;
they were all moved.
Did anyone else think of Nino while watching Jesse Eisenberg (as Mark Zuckerberg) in The Social Network? Lol I couldn’t comparing the similarities, especially those lips!! *stares* 同じ匂いがするね。That was one engaging movie by the way, I never knew such a saga exists behind Facebook.
And on the same day Curry treated all of us to Skinny Pizza, a waiter had Nino written on his nametag; G had pointed that out.. Awww.
Rewatching Ryuusei no Kizuna – brings back the fondest memories whenever the music to Beautiful Days plays, and catching up on NatsuNiji <3 GAWD I MISS FANDOM SO MUCH :’(
Skinning for WP in CSS is, after all, not as easy as I’ve come to expect after dappling with it at work for the past few days. The little things that went wrong with the output brutally reminded me of why I had given a personal blog template up for a common ready-made one D: Yes this blog is in dire need of REDESIGN. It’s mocking me so bad. BUT I WILL DO IT ONE DAY. ONE FINE DAY. Hmm.
Oh, and work has been slightly more tiring. That’s all I can say. Meanwhile, I need to stop napping late at night thinking I would be able to sustain my consciousness afterwards, enough to get me started on drawing productively. Cause I can’t. Even if I don’t, tiredness doesn’t decrease, and my bed stares me down till the point I cave in to sleep.
Sometimes I’m too tired to even process any form of thoughts. Huh?
