Sorry to disappoint, I don't have any art up yet but I'll get started on something right away boss, perhaps something oriental, you like, yes? I would put some of my older things up but that's just living in the past man. Incidentally if you want to look at them you can visit: :neuroticoverload: My life; it may be boring but this is a journal if I'm not mistaken. So classes are almost done and exams are on the way. About freaking time, I was really getting sick of writing about internet censorship in China. As interesting as that is, it can be mind numbing to write a research paper about. I'm still at Seneca in my two year liberal shit program in limbo waiting to go to UofT. On the positive end of things I'm going to start branching out into different subjects instead of just pigheadedly only studying Chinese. The full lowdown on that is available below in my description in better detail. So thus I'm here. Art really is lost on the viewer for the most part. How much time is put into a piece of art compared to how much time spent into viewing it or enjoyment taken from it? Maybe I'm coming from a personally ignorant place but I even find myself hard pressed to really appreciate a piece of artwork to the extent it could be. I can't even begin to imagine what that extent is. I suppose the situation is something like a robot trying to figure out what is so great about sex. A frustrating position in the sense of feeling left out. You might after reading that depressing notion ask why I would participate in the creation of art at all. Personally I've drawn out of natural tendency since a child and continue to do so and get a lot of satisfaction out of the creation process especially when I'm creating for someone, it adds a silver lining of motivation. Another reason, whether it be selfish or not, is because once during graphic design class we were drawing a large piece of cloth and a wonderful feeling came over me that was a combination of getting an extreme enjoyment out of the silence in the room and having the piece of cloth take on different visual dimensions. It was almost as if I was on some kind of drug. As strange as that description may sound I have a personal ambition to get that feeling back in one form or another and drawing seemed to be the catalyst in that circumstance.

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I'm sick of Philippine food. I'm not going to say it's bad, because I eat at the Philippine convenience store and buy my groceries from there, but it is definitely an acquired taste. They're really big on cracker sandwiches with sweet flavoured some kind of filling, meat that is 90% fat, bitter melon, I could go on, but at least they have mango juice.

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The crackers I bought are just normal MILK FLAVOURED! soda crackers. screwed again. I should have realized it when I saw the ant surfing on a cracker as the logo.