B l a c k F e a t h e r s , v 4 .1
Picturelesque

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June 30th, 2006 (Friday) 11:23 p.m.
Feeling : Hmm

Went through one of Neil Gaiman's graphic novels: Sandman, A Game Of You. Ummmm. Maybe the books are better, but (1) I was put off by the artwork. Guess I'm too used to Japanese-styled stuff (main thing; I appreciate that their expressions are exaggerated and varied). (2) I'm not for such adultish stories. I'm a big kid, fine. I like good clean fun. Gore and stuff, sure... I don't mind it done tastefully, but this was : | On to the stuff I liked; I did begin to like a character.

Guess I won't be getting any more graphic novels soon.

Met up with the guy this evening. Got some sample work up ahead of myself. ^^ Yay. Finally. And I need my lightbox.

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June 29th, 2006 (Thursday) 08:16 p.m.
Feeling : Busy

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but what of words?

So I was looking up the titles that storywritter guy told me to get reference from today and was a little surprised at the style because it looks NOTHING like what I draw. I told a friend about this, and got the response, "He is desperate".

o_O 絶句だ。

Well, moving on. I managed to get that reference materials file going. Got a feeling my printer ink is going to go fast from now on. Tried looking up more books on ancient civilizations' cities and settlements, but all I found was a gazillion titles of books on contemporary interior design or architecture of grand palaces/ churches/ tombs/ etc. GIMME THE BASICS! D: I want to read up on stuff like mud brick houses, igloos, tipis and whatnot. Start from the fundamentals and stuff. =_=; I've got a LOT of research ahead of myself; I don't mind though, it's really fun. Having a pretty solid foundation in natural history helps a great deal. ^_^ Don't claim to know everything, but I'm pretty proud of myself for having figured out evolution before I ever saw any programme/ read anything explaining Charles Darwin's theory (until then, I was under the impression everyone knew how evolution and natural selection worked).

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June 28th, 2006 (Wednesday) 11:14 p.m.
Feeling : Calm

Wanted to go out and get a semi-casual top this morning, but since I slept at nearly 7am, it was a torture to drag myself out of bed even. Had to study all day in any case. Did some chores (... oO I feel like a maid these days) and studied while watching my Lil Bro play his PlayStation games.

I swear, I'm on a damn row with these story ideas this week. If this keeps up, my head is damn well gonna explode from it. Raw stuff just keeps coming and coming x_x; Making a compilations of references. Creative juices, don't you fail me now. >_< And draw. Dammit. Have to draw.

Also... my first paycheck arrived today. :o Woo.

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June 27th, 2006 (Tuesday) 06:39 a.m.
Feeling : O_O

Hello. Bloody hell w.t.f. I just got a reply to the email with those work samples I sent the guy on Saturday (yes, after whining about how it was for naught), and he said my works were "very impressive", then proceeded to ask me if I was interested in collaborating on a comic project. PLUS, another comic project for a separate company. o_O Dude. Wha?! I flipped. And am still in a bit of a daze/ blur; still can't believe he said my human works were all right. Talked to him for a bit online, then made an appointment with him later this week..

Also am doing some research on how much freelance comic artists are being paid. I have to say the results of it all is not very encouraging at all. However, I'm not going to get my spirits down yet. I'll talk to him, and see how it goes from there.

Suddenly, after I started looking up again, things seemed to have changed for the better.

Also, I finally told Mom about my serious 0-confidence problem, and she seemed surprised; all along she thought I was just being stubborn at insisting on my way or the highway (or the like?). Good; she doesn't know me through and through. ; )

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June 27th, 2006 (Tuesday) 10:54 p.m.
Feeling : oO

I just found out what phobia my Lil Bro has, and it's as ridiculous--if not unusual--as mine of jellyfish. XD

Been looking up some stuff in an attempt to find autostereogram pictures that I used to love when a kid, and discovered something even better. Stereoscopes! Primitive and a very early creation, but hell, it's better than autosterograms anytime! :O I even made one myself (of some random items on my table) just for experimentation! :O Such simple pleasures~ <3

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June 25th, 2006 (Sunday) 08:28 p.m.
Feeling : : |

Ah yes, the other day while Desmond was showing me his photographs of Auzzie, I saw one of a wallaby's face (nothing of the body) and exclaimed, "Waaai~ Wallaby!" and he was surprised; apparently no one else he showed the photographs could tell it wasn't a kangaroo. oO Ano ne... this here is an animal loving, nature-geek. The difference between them is obvious, and I don't need o see the rest of the body to know. : )

Was talking about my nationality last night... and hmmmm it gave me something to think about. Though I am of mainly Chinese descent, and the government here had forced 10 years worth of Chinese learning down my throat, I can't speak it much. In fact, I feel that Japanese has taken over it as my mother tongue. People can call me Chinese, and they wouldn't be wrong in any sense, but I feel weird XD I feel Singaporean, but not Chinese. Strange huh? Well... I looked into Wikipedia on the issue and found this line:

"Chinese in Singapore today commonly recognize themselves as Singaporeans rather than Chinese."
Chinese in Singapore, Wikipedia

Which is oddly true in my case. Why this should be, I don't even know. I'm not terribly proud nor patriotic, but I wouldn't have it any other way either. :O

And this did bring up another issue about my actual descent. I did mention I'm not a full Chinese, aye? My family is what people locally call, "Peranakan". A small and sort of unique mix of races that did really well among any community. We've got mostly Chinese, Malay, Indonesian, Dutch, Portuguese and British blood though I'm sure there's quite a bit of others in as well since Peranakans basically went around and did well among any race with their trilingual/ multilingual skills. Peranakans themselves have a unique blend of culture and language that can't be found among other peoples here. I used to be amazed that my grandmama and all her children could speak so many languages so well, but it's pretty obvious why. I'm proud to be Peranakan, rather than Singaporean or Chinese. It's like a testament to how cultures and people can intermingle harmoniously.

Unfortunately, Peranakans these days are a dying race. Most here are being forced to become 'Chinese'. True that a good part of us is Chinese, but we are of mixed blood in essence, feeling mostly Malay/ Indonesian and Chinese at the same time. Modernization has mostly suppressed the former and teaches new generations that they must stay true to their Chinese ancestory. Now, the Peranakan are only known for our unique cuisine. ¬¬;;; I should get myself one of those nonya kebayas before we're all dead and extinct. Kebayas are the uniform of the Singapore Airlines stewardesses, but it's original a Malay costume, which got modified and worn by Peranakan. My Grandmama wears it on formal occasions, and she looks fabulous. v(^o⌒)-☆

クェクッス殿との巡礼 の旅を楽しみ！

"Don't underestimate the power of emotion to undermine logic."

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June 24th, 2006 (Saturday) 11:54 p.m.
Feeling : : |

ここから脱出しなきゃ。
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ここから脱出しなきゃ。
ここから脱出したい。

うちの夢が別世界で、 自分が何度も何度も死んで、
怖いどころか非常に落ち着かせるのだ。 別世界に
脱出するべきだ。 他界でも良い！

Also, I need to deal with this annoying 0-self-confidence/worth issue I've been having all my life. I'll be going nowhere without any self-worth.

Earlier during the week, a friend of mine told me a contact of his was looking for artists. Gave the guy a call to find out more, and it seemed that he was looking for an artist who could draw marval-style stuff. I immediately told him, I wasn't the one for the job. Which is true since I can only handle anime-ish drawings, but that kind of attitude is pretty fucking lame anyway. He insisted on seeing some of my works so I agreed to send him some samples anyway. But I put it off for two days, going, "He doesn't want this shit..." but I sent off the stuff earlier today anyway. This bleak outlook is going to get me nowhere. Especially if I want to GET OUT OF HERE.

PS: My parents are currently communicating via email even though they live in the same house, and have about the same waking hours, and see each other everyday. I'd say this is a fantastic improvment from their days of arguing noisily. Very amusing.

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June 24th, 2006 (Saturday) 02:20 p.m.
Feeling : o_O

Last night, I talked to Quex-dono about many serious issues, almost like we were philosophers discussing issues on life, people, equality and... some other things. I didn't know what the hell I was ramblimg about some time later, and got wozzy. o_O I seriously felt sick in the head after it. Slept and woke, and now I don't remember what the hell I said. XD A bad memory is a path to happiness.

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June 23rd, 2006 (Friday) 11:24 p.m.
Feeling : >: |

日本に帰らないと。

翻訳者になるのはせめて 日本語能力試験一級 を合格しな
いと駄目だから、 日本語学校に通うことにした。 だけど、 日
本以外の （遅い） 教えスピードにとっても慣れてなくて、 何か
（私にとって） 残酷な授業になってしまっった。 しかし、 これは
どこの学校でもしょうがないことだ。 だって、 日本じゃないもん。

将来、この夢が変わるかもしれないけど、 それでいい。 それの
新たな夢を追えばいいのだ。 今まで勉強したこと、 習ったこと
をやめて一体何が悪いの？ もったいないかも、 でも自分の変
わる夢を叶わせない ほうがずっと切ないだと思う

ちょっと偶然すぎるじゃないか？ この記事が出たのが・・・

ジョイス、あれを読んでな。

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June 22nd, 2006 (Thursday) 01:21 a.m.
Feeling : Weirded

Hello again. Sycia here. Thankfully, one that's not so emotional at this point in time. Why? I don't know. I went for classes and suddenly it hit me like lightning; I've been always saying that one should be true to him/herself, but I didn't take my own fucking advice.

I need to get out of this shithole of emotional distractions and help myself, before I can even attempt helping others. And I've found myself longing to be back in Japan. To be a translator, and at the same time, working to become a seiyuu. Yeah, current goal. I'm still not ready to return to the lightbox as an animator, and I don't know if I ever will be. Fact is that I'm beginning to love drawing once more, but not to the point of it being a job.

On a slightly brighter note, I've been getting a lot of PMs and emails about the signature banner I have at a certain forum: view it here. Even though it says right there, "PHOTOGRAPHY BY SYCIA", people still ask? ¬¬ Well... whatever. I still feel extremely complimented when they inquire where I got those photographs.

Went out to discuss ideas again with 'cous and he's inspiring me to continue drawing more.

Was talking to Sis about the night sky, and I suddenly remembered the wonders of it while on that homestay in Hokkaido. On the last night there, the group of homestayers were taken to some remote mountain to star gaze (during that period of time, Mars was closer to Earth than usual, or something). It was fucking amazing. Without much light polution, we could see so much!!! And I don't just mean a bunch of boring stars, I felt like I realized just a fraction of how vast and massive the Universe was. Nevermind the incredible amount of stars or suns, and the clouds of space dust or whatever unknowns out there, but everywhere I looked, I could see a comet, meteor, shooting star, or what not, SOMEWHERE OUT THERE. O_O So incredibly amazing. Not many people saw them though... Everyone was trying to peak at Mars through the telescope.

Damn, I need to see that stuff again.

And I also need to get the eff out of here.

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June 19th, 2006 (Monday) 04:06 p.m.
Feeling : ...

You know, it says something when your own father, the supposed breadwinner, has to borrow even $100 from you to continue making his business work, and your savings gets suddenly swooshed down by half because of family. Is this supposed to be the 'filial peity' that I was groomed to live in servitude for? Because something about it just does not weight right. I'm not happy. They aren't happy. No one's getting much out of the arrangement, though I'm expected to work and 'help the family'. I don't even know why the fuck I'm here anymore. I should just will everything to family and have someone accidentally drop some poison in my hot chocolate.

Just say so if you want to drain me of all my resources. Who knows? I might actually get the urge to hop off a tall building sooner! :D One less parasite on Earth sucking up resources.

Expect more pleasant dreams of death. ^_^

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June 16th, 2006 (Firday) 11:37 p.m.
Feeling : Amazed

Well, finished up my last episode today... very tired and progress was... =_= Have to rest a lot this weekend. Still exhausted by that flu thing.

Though, a little walk outside in the evening made me realize how I need to get out more often. Just breathing in the fresh air, enjoying the breeze fluttering through my hair, bathing in the familiar warmth of the evening sun~ A simple, probably mundane thing to most, but it was almost like seeing the world for the first time again.

I'm a bum again! Time to find another job. D:

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June 15th, 2006 (Thursday) 09:57 a.m.
Feeling : .....

父に 「五百ドルかしてくれ」 と頼まれた。 クソアジア人の私は
ともも断れない。 金が入ったらすぐ返すとか言ったけど、 本
当に返すかどうか微妙ですね。 最近こればっかだ； 父や母
に「金貸して」って。 うちの銀行口座に何も入ってなくなるま
でやまないみたいっす。 そんなに持っていないのに、 どんどん
減ってやがっている。

あ・・・ ニュージーランドの牧場で、 シンプルで単純んな生活
がなしたい。 でも、 金が果たしたら自分がくたばっても全然
平気。 他人のために銭儲けしちゃイヤだ。 誰か、 殺して～

その絶望的な件を一時的に置いと
きましょう。 更な仕事が入るかも。

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June 15th, 2006 (Thursday) 12:45 a.m.
Feeling : Amused

Hello. oO The owner of a particularly needy cat here. If I've never mentioned this before, then here's a little summary. Our cat is one very much like a dog. She craves human company, greets us when we come back after being out an entire day, still sucks on people's shirts like they were her mother, and hates being alone.

So I was keeping her in my room this evening since HIS MAJESTY seems to disapprove her very existence. She was tired after a successful round of "Chase the Kleenex" and I was at the computer, chatting to some people. She lept up at the computer table and sat right in front of the monitor, looking right at me. :O Silly thing. How am I supposed to talk now? Tried to move her away. She shifted to another section of the computer table. Then she came back in front of the monitor to look at me again. Kitty... Eventually she settled down snugly in the tiny space between it and my keyboard, then nodded off (quite hilariously) to sleep. XD I melted all 4 times her head hit the table gently since she was so tired. Took a couple of pictures of her. She woke everytime I left the place, and seemed quite content to put up with the sound of my typing, just to be around someone. Awww~

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June 13th, 2006 (Monday) 11:05 p.m.
Feeling : x_x

Phew, got the bug from Lil Sis and was down the whole of yesterday with a fever and headache. Tried very very very hard to do my work, but kept falling asleep in random places (in living room, Lil Bro's room, floor, etc) and think I clocked up to at least 8 hours worth of extra Zzz, plus a further 10 at night. :O But hey, it only proved my theory--that sleep cures--right!

Had an oddball dream during a 2-hour nap. One of the country I was in, being threatened with with nuclear warfare. The villain (guy with the button to trigger them missiles) had been caught, and everyone thought we were safe, but somehow, when I took a glance at him, he whispered to me that we were still doomed. I was looking around for the deactivate button to deter the other missiles (why in the world did I think it was hidden inside some dolls?), but never found it, and in the end, tried getting everyone around to believe me that we weren't safe. No one did, and I even had to resort to asking them to drive me out of town to tend to something "urgent". Whether the whole place got blown up, or what I felt was merely a false alarm, in the end, wasn't confirmed since my dream ended there.

Woke up today still feeling guh, but I managed to catch up on work.

I have the feeling that this was all caused by the goddamn 2nd-hand smoke I was inhaling the whole of Sunday night.

But other than that, really, Sunday night was really great. 'Cous and I talked a lot about issues I rarely ever have the chance to speak.

In other news, I shall persuade Mom to go ahead with that divorce, since she's working now. It may take some time to work out, but when her kids are no longer dependant on parents in most senses, she's got no reason not to. ^_^ I really don't see a point in her sticking beside my grumpy, tantrum-throwing old man now.

Desmond is back in Singapore~! :O Meet me up, ya dork!

Also, after Friday, I'll be a bum again, since my freelance work ends then (until the next time they look me up, that is)~ Guess it's a good time to scout out something new~

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June 12th, 2006 (Monday) 03:57 a.m.
Feeling : .......

Went out with 'Cous and bought him dinner. Then we talked till 2am on story ideas. Pretty cool stuff. Discussed controversial issues like life, death, humans, evolution, shit, crap, etc. Basically, we were working our creative juices quite a bit (while inhaling a large amount of god-awful 2nd-hand cig smoke. Next time, NO SMOKING PLACES, PLEASE). And I went home, happy. Then something had to happy that has absolutely ruined my mood altogether.

Tell me, people, what is the very FIRST word that comes to mind after you read this rant:

My Lil Sis goes ask my old man if she can borrow his wireless USB network adapter to get an internet connection on her computer (I took over hers when I returned). She could not ask me for it since I was not in, and she knows how I'm always online, and using the thing whether I'm at home or not. Therefore, yes, she is very respectful to us when it concerns items.

So, she tries to use his network adapter to connect to our router. Doesn't work. She returns it. Then, after some time, when I've returned from a particularly nice time with my cousin, my old man storms about the house, barges into the room my Lil Sis is in, and throws a fucking fit about how his internet connection doesn't fucking work any bloody more like it's her fault. Stupid asshole, who incidentally doesn't know how to frigging attach a file to a mail message after I taught him and let him try it 10 over times, probably didn't set it up right, and there he goes threatening my sibling about how, "You don't ever go touching my things again." like she took the item without asking. You stupid, senile, turkey-effing dolt. You were the one who said she could use the damn thing in the first place. And now that you can't effing set the damn thing up because of your sadly INFERIOR knowledge of computers (e.g: bashing a laptop screen does NOT solve your software problems, stupid), you blame others? And better yet, you refuse assistance from my Lil Bro?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

これはまさしく老化ですなぁ？

On a final note, this was a reminder on why WE want to kick him out of our lives, ASAP.

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June 9th, 2006 (Friday) 11:50 p.m.
Feeling : x_x

It's been an awfully tiring week. Work. Work. Work. Though I did manage to drag Joyce out for some fantastic steak just now. Seems odd that I can no longer talk to her for extended periods of time, whenever I like since the phones are in sort of inaccessible places... I suppose this will be kinda worse in future when we've both got proper jobs, so I guess we'll have to make the effort to keep in touch. :O Steak nights?

Mom's also started her job. She seemed tired at the end of the day. Then again, she's got to travel to her workplace, unlike lazy'o me.

Another quick sketch of that character. :O Practice makes perfect, so just ignore it if you think it a pieca crap. ^_^

Talked to Slynn this afternoon too, and when I asked if she could recommend any particularly good Japanese school, she mentioned she needed to brush her skills up too! She does comic translations, while I'm on cartoons. :o Both of us feel that our Japanese will slip further into some omninous black hole unless something is done. She wants to become a real translator. I don't mind the idea either. So, we may be going to the same school/ class soon. Though it depends on the prices really...

!@*# Why won't my translated scripts get through to the company! D: I've already sent 2 bloody mails!

"If men could get pregnant, abortion would be a sacrament."
Florence Roe Kennedy (1916 - )

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June 7th, 2006 (Wednesday) 02:12 a.m.
Feeling : Warm & fuzzy, but tired

Mom just came into the room, and asked if I wanted to frame my certificates up. o_O Out of the blue. She was supposed to be sleeping, then she just came in and asked me that. o_O Said it seemed such a waste that no one knew that I was overseas for 3 years. Oooom... okaaaay... I never thought that big a deal of it after actually experiencing it all, but I suppose it's normal for people to frame and hang whatever they're proud of... She also told me how happy she was that I was slowly enjoying drawing again and how worried she was about me being depressed. Have to admit the depression has been whisked away by me finally getting a job, and the urge to draw (and actually like it) stems from it too.

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June 6th, 2006 (Tuesday) 05:57 p.m.
Feeling : Tired

1) The texture of congealed blood has to be one of the most offending I've had to put up with.

2) Try not to let blood from nosebleeds seep down your throat because they congeal into icky blobs that force you to cough em up a while later, subjecting you to 1)

To note 2), I didn't realize I was having a nosebleed till the warm stuff reached my throat D:

Been drawing chibis (sort of...) of that new character to a limited degree of success. *nod nod*

Full view

And, I found this. It's probably true from a woman's point of view, but hell, I want one from the guy's side too.

That's how men are!
Ungrateful and never satisfied.
When you don't have them,
They hate you because you won't.
And when you do have them,
They hate you again, for some reason.
Or for no reason at all,
Except that they are discontented children,
And can't be satisfied whatever they get,
Let a woman do what she may.


D.H.Lawrence

"Justice is always violent to the party offending,
for every man is innocent in his own eyes."
- Daniel Defoe (1660 - 1731)

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June 4th, 2006 (Sunday_ 03:42 a.m.
Feeling : o_O

My family's skeleton in the closet.

ウワーちょっとスゴイ話しが 母に聞かせてもらった。

彼女によって、 １０年以上前、 家族全員と父の友人
の家族と一緒に海へ行った。 その友人が一人の息子
が居て、 ドガキだったらしい。 幼い私はあの子嫌いだっ
た、 母が言った。 そのガキが私の父を二回もバカにした
時（お前が水の中で 大便した～のような感じ）、 憤りの
あまりに父がガキの首に、 締めつけようと手を回した。
母は彼を叩き「一体何を・・・？！」 と叫んだら、子供を
放した。 当然なことで、 その日から父の友人は「友」と
なくなった。

まぁ、 話しが本当にこのふうに あってたかどうか、微妙
（母はおおげさに言うクセがある）。 だが父が人を殺す
意志を持っている ことを否定できないな。 もしかして殺
したこともしたかもな。 俺たち三兄弟の仲、 態度的父
と一番似ているのは私だ。 私の子供嫌いな所は恐ら
くアイツからもらった。 ただし、 彼より、ずっと忍耐力あり
ます。すごく怒っている時だけ あいつのような言い方や
行動をする（そんな状態に落ちる のは非常に珍しくて
よかった）。

自分の結論：父上、 人を殺そうとしたいなら、 せめて
目撃者に見られないようにしろ。

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June 3rd, 2006 (Saturday) 04:57 p.m.
Feeling : :D

Now this, this is my idea of a perfect Saturday. No work, with most of the family out of the house, me having able to finally get a good sleep, and my cat sleeping on my table cutsie-ly. It's not too hot out there either, so I'm feeling great now. Maybe I'll redesign my blog...

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June 2nd, 2006 (Friday) 07:10 p.m.
Feeling : : ) Satisfied

I need to find a book or something with a collection of traditional clothes from all over the world, through the centuries. Anyone got any idea? >_<; Recommendations? Please?

Been working hard for the last two days after that ridiculous mistake of mine. I still intend on working through Saturday to make up for it.

Thursday night, I got that inspiration to draw again. Only this time, I wanted to a human. Not only THAT, I wanted to draw a make character; I've never successfully drawn one before. 6pm - 12pm, I was tweaking and fixing that new male character of mine (created just 3 days ago), and here he is!

I sketched him out on paper first, since I hardly ever draw humans enough to be as confident when I draw animals. Scanned it in, tweaked, redrew, loved my tablet to bits, made some more tweaks, then finally got something that looks remotely human. Though... the character was hovering between male and female for quite a while D: But in the end, getting a "What a pretty guy" or "Cute guy" comment from people that at least indicated they knew which gender the character was, posed as a bit of a consolation... : ) I should do more of these. Practice makes perfect, but for a first real try at a guy, I'd say I've got the right to be pretty pleased.

One thing though... D: All my characters have the same sort of face and hair, haha. Got to fix that annoying habit...

"It is better to die on your feet than to live on your knees."
- Dolores Ibarruri

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