It’s happening! (catchphrase of the year)

So recently I’ve been sketching people on LRTs, trying to improve my figure drawing skills (or lack of). Anyways, I’ve noticed one thing that happens almost everytime someone notices I’m drawing them. They give me this ‘Fuck you asshole!’ glare. Like I’m some sort of criminal. I mean come on! why are people so unfriendly looking when they know that I’m drawing them? It’s not like I’m taking their virginity!

In my mind I’m like, “just continue doing what you were doing before you noticed me, and ignore me! It’s not that hard!”

I’ve only been drawing figures, trying to get my proportions and body expressions right, I haven’t been doing any faces, so it’s not like I’m taking photographs of them, I’m only using their bodies as a reference!

So anyways, due to what I’ve been doing, I’ve observed new things about people that I didn’t really notice before. Here’s a couple of them that I saved in my phone to be blogged.

If you can’t tell how old someone is by their face, you can tell someone’s age by how their hands look. Hands don’t fool anyone, unless they’re wearing gloves. But then again, some people might just have ugly hands.

I think that’s pretty true. Old people have old hands and young people have young hands. Don’t think you can really change the appearance of your hands. I’ve seen loads of pretty, young looking women, but when I look at their hands, I notice how wrinkly and old they are. So the face can be pretty deceiving if you’re gonna use it as a measure of one’s age.

As you grow older your pants go higher.

This is something that I’ve discussed with Seng Yip before, but yeah, it seems that the older a man is (once he’s past his 30s), the higher they seem to wear their pants. Old men wear their belts under their nipples or something. If they could wear it around their necks, I wouldn’t be surprised if they did. Seriously.

Oh, and I got myself a deviantart account. Nothing new posted there yet, but you guys can add me as a friend 😀
~goodnewsgeorge.

LRT : I ride the train

As most of you know, I’ve given up on driving.. to work that is. I am now an official commuter of the LRT trains. Which means no more traffic jams for me, which means I get to save on money on petrol.. and a whole load of things. Anyway, the following email pretty much summarizes my transport situation:

From: George [mailto:george@inspidea.com]
Sent: Monday, March 31, 2008 3:51 PM
To: ‘Jason’
Subject: RE:

LRT – 135/month = ~5 a day
petrol would probably be

This will serve as an introduction to the LRT stories I will be posting in the future.

I’m supposed to be the very best at what I do.

So it’s that time of the year again. Well not really. It happens more often than not.
Clearing out the saved messages on my phone!

It’s been awhile since I’ve done this and my phone is clogging up. So here we go:

“Kinky prostitutes come over for great sex”

The other day when I wrote this, I guess I must have been thinking about high school. When Ian came up with this mnemonic for remembering how to sort out living things in bio. In case you don’t know/remember, it goes:

Kingdom | Kinky
Phylum | Prostitutes
Class | Come
Order | Over
Family | For
Genus | Great
Species | Sex

Good to know that I haven’t forgotten it yet!

“People who piss me off- waiters who are too damn cocky or lazy to write orders down. Or serve you the wrong food despite confirming your order with you.”

So I’m sure everyone’s experienced this before. I mean seriously, if you’re having trouble remembering things, write them down! It takes 2 seconds and saves all the trouble you go through later! I don’t know what’s wrong with these people. It’s not illegal to carry pen and paper in a restaurant! And it’s better to admit you have bad memory by jotting stuff down instead of pretending you got everything when actually you don’t.

“Man spits into helmet face guard”

Its just something funny I thought of. Imagine a motorcyclist spits out phlegm onto his face guard instead, cos its so clean he doesn’t realize it’s there. haha

“Why don’t bad guys fight among side their hench men?”

Ever watch a movie where a bad guy sends his whole army after the hero, only to see them almost killing the good guy, but not quite, then get decimated? Then the bad guy is left all alone with the hero. Again, the bad guy almost, just almost kills the hero. But he fails, and gets his ass kicked. Now imagine this- instead of just sending his goons, why doesn’t the bad guy join the fight in the first place? He’s gonna end up fighting the hero eventually, so he might as well join in when he has advantage and a higher chance of winning! (Hollywood) movies are flawed!

“I was so afraid to wake up cos I dreamt there was a roach in my room and didn’t want it to be true. Car spoiler stolen!”

That was one bizarre dream I had with 2 separate incidents. No explanation needed I guess. Unless you didn’t know I have a fear of roaches. Well, you do now!

“What drives you mad- keep on pissing someone off till they kill someone”

Haha. I think it’s an idea for a story of some sort. Kinda twisted if you ask me. Too much for my taste :p

“This evening when I was sitting by the stairs near the klcc fountain I overheard 2 men on my left talking about malaysia- ‘they can’t even manage a bus company and they want to send a man off to space’ haha!”

One of the best lines I’ve heard whilst eaves dropping.

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Oh and my performance on Sunday was alright. I was the first open mic on stage and nervous as hell! Did alright with ‘Car Crash Hearts..’ but screwed up the ‘myspace’ song. It was a fun night nevertheless 🙂 Thanks to my roadie Jason for being the only one showing up. LOL

Looking forward to the next gig!