M’s Neighborhood

Drogba, Ashley Cole, Frank Lampard & Bosingwa out til 2010.

Besides Jonny Evans being a C-grade bastard for breaking Drogba's ribs..

WE ARE AN OLD SQUAD.

WE NEED SERGIO AGUERO, LIKE, NOW.

Sergio Aguero = THE EPIPHANY.

Kids, don't smoke

Sssup!

11:57pm, in the uniform that'll expire it's validity status (at least, to me) in an approx. month. It's as if I'd like to mouth out loud, "Hold up, time!" but.. that'd be ultra ridic and spastic. The point is: I was 7 in '99, foreign atmosphere, uncouth and fresh-blooded. A decade passed, now compressed into bits of memorabilia in the form of pictures, blog posts (ha!) and scribbles penned black on the back of receipts. Ah, that's life ain't it! What's afleet, in Roman numerics (aw, miss this!): (i) inevitable, hm? Chelsea 1 - 0 Man United. Put 'em suckas 5pts below. Controversial? Blah, blah, blah.; (ii) refrained self from excursions-- refrainment failed. Tagged home a monochrome dress from Miss Selfridge, with faux Givenchy wedges en route and newcomers in the accoutrement dept. It's love, I swear.; (iii) losing hours to thick educational bibles, miniscule eat-outs with comrades, rambling words that matters to none-- these little things help me survive. Love 'em homegirls to bits.; (iv) Chelsea's transfer ban status? Suspended. Aguero, put a ring on it, dammit. Other targets I hear: strikers from La Liga, and full-backs. I ain't got time to scour, apologies, the Ultra-Major Exam is en route hence.. Y'know. Uh, that's about it. Please wish that I kick-arse (cross fingers!) and conquer the battle of numerics! Goodnight, good luck.

[MUSIC] Plastiscines - Pas Avec Toi

The one sole thing I've been looking forward to this whole year is now pretty much down the drain.
Right now, I just feel so goddamn sad :(

Blankets

Craig Thompson

Eversince I was a child, I imagined drawing chronicles of the endeavors and phases I go through in life. The first inspirational ignition was from Calvin and Hobbes when I read them as a child, which tells the highly imaginative days of Calvin and his tiger friend Hobbes, which is actually a stuffed toy. Then when I moved back to Malaysian shores it was Mohammad Nor Khalid's(more commonly known as Lat) Kampung Boy, an autobiography of his earlier life as a child living in a traditional Malaysian kampung. When I reached my teens I watched American Splendor, where Paul Giamatti portrayed Harvey Pekar, who writes an autobiographical underground comic book by the same title as the movie.

And now, on the verge of turning 19, my last year of wild nights and constant procrastination before I hit the big double O and all this teenage illusion of security will be shattered by life's cold harsh reality, I finished Blankets; a book I've been meaning to read since the first time I laid eyes on it at Izzy's place a few years ago. Blankets is an illustrated novel by Craig Thompson, a coming-of-age autobiography.

Thompson has said that the novel grew out of a simple idea: "to describe what it feels like to sleep next to someone for the first time". It is named as one of the Top Ten Graphic Novels of All Time by Time Magazine. Indeed it is as good as Izzy's hype about it. It's around 500 pages plus long but it's actually a short read, almost only half as long as The Perks of Being A Wallflower if this book was written in text. In fact I finished it in around two hours plus. But the illustration in this book is just amazing, in my opinion.

And the messages it gives to the readers, some direct, some metaphorical, some just blindingly beautiful. After reaching the last page, I was even more determined to do my own Calvin and Hobbes, Kampung Boy, American Splendor and Blankets one day. In the meantime...

... I wish I would draw as often as I did back then.

And perhaps the day might come, when I'll draw my own Blankets.

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