Good things come to those who don't wait

We have one of those exercise ball things in our house. It's become part of the furniture - we use it mostly for sitting. And that's all. I think it would be great if we simply bounced up and down on these and got fit.
Anyway, this particular scene happened frame for frame at a dinner party. One friend was sitting on my bouncy ball chair (okay fine, my sister's bouncy ball chair) and another friend mentioned that she was waiting to see if she'd fall off. I said that sometimes we mustn't wait to have good things happen to us. And I pushed the ball. I did get beaten up. I couldn't believe how strong my friend is. I guess those bouncy exercise balls really do work!
I've always liked horses and was wondering if I should ever have a horse character. In no way do I mean that my friend is horse-ish or horsey faced.

ps - If you're wondering why the human is like a half complete bust, it's because I got bored and couldn't be bothered to finish. 

Apparently I'm a blogger

So, I went for this gathering of bloggers because I happen to know the people who organize it. It was quite overwhelming - there were over 200 people there and I knew a few of them because I stalked the attendee list a couple of day before so that I wouldn't be a complete loser. I was very proud of myself that I could recognise them!
I got an Indiblogger T-shirt as soon as I got there and told that I could pretend to be part of the organizing group. If I'd known that earlier, I wouldn't have spent half the day (okay, about five minutes) worrying about what to wear to the event. It was probably a mistake to wear that T-shirt because people kept asking me official questions and I was like "I have no idea". I must have appeared very stupid. Maybe that was the plan.
Anyway, it was pretty amazing to see everyone and their passion for blogging. Some of them have up to eighteen blogs, over two hundred followers and a zillion comments for each post. Feedburner tells me that I have twenty eight readers and sixteen followers. Very sad, indeed.
Along the course of the introductions and blah blahs, I discovered that these are very advanced bloggers who know what hash tags and stuff are and they were posting live updates onto the big screen. I have no idea how that is done. Twitter baffles me. My biggest Twitter skill is breaking down a venting story into 140 characters.
We each got a large sheet of paper where people could write comments for us. That was quite fun - didn't get to meet everyone though. My horrid cousin wrote "hug me!" on mine. People thought that it was my doing and that I enjoy random hugs like that. "Hug me" is the new "kick me".
I had to rush off for another fun event so I didn't stay for the entire evening - did manage to wolf down a sandwich and cutlet. Oh, and I got put in front of a camera for some news channel - the reporter was very gentle with me after I told her that I sketch because I hate talking. I probably still sounded retarded. I haven't watched the clip yet.
Anyway, it was good to meet everyone - leave a comment if we met (I probably have all the details on the yellow sheet but I didn't bring it to work!).

ps - The porcupine is supposed to be my friend who was one of the organizers. We used to call him a porcupine when we were younger because of his spiky hair.

Move it, Slave!

 

When we were younger, my sister and I used to have a lot of fun on those cascade tricycles. At least, I did. One fine day, she turned around and said that she would not be my rickshaw driver anymore. It was a sad, sad day in my young life. It became worse when she rebelled against all the other things I made her do. Didn't she get the memo that I asked for a sister because I needed someone to do my every bidding? Anyway, it's not as bad as it sounds. I didn't really treat her like a slave (Despite what she might say). Slavery is bad.

If I thought drawing bicycles were hard, tricycles are even worse. I lost interest in drawing that half way through and I wanted to kick myself for thinking of a concept that needed it to be drawn twice!

Egoistic people must not stick their heads in furniture

It's been a while so I thought it's time I did a sketch just for the heck of it. I had this doodled a while ago so I thought I'd complete it before it went into the vault of doomed sketches. My mum and I went to a restaurant once because she was convinced it was where she had once upon a time eaten some fabulous khao suey. Turned out they stopped making it so we were forced to experiment and find a new favourite. I'd heard a lot about the gnocci so I decided to try that. It was like eating snot. Atleast I got to eat dolmas which I absolutely love.
Anyway, the chairs at that particular restaurant each had a square hole on the backrest. My mother, who makes such statements every now and then, said that if she had taken us there when we were children, one of us would have definitely gotten our head stuck in it. I don't know why or how she imagines these situations but it provides us some entertainment and comic ideas.