Sunday, March 05, 2006
9:14 pm
there goes another uneventful day of mine which i had spent reading all 4 mangas that i borrowed from my bf yesterday.
go read dian che nan, densha otoko in japanese, the manga. it's taken from a real story that happened in japan in 2004 (correct me if i'm wrong). the manga is a good read for 3 hours (that's 1 book per hour, if you have my reading speed).
all the characters are just so cute! the behaviour and reactions, i mean.
anyways, i wanted to look up some character/clothes designs for that game that hx's friend is doing for his poly final year project which i'm designing the characters for.
well, i've always known that i'm not cut out for designing things like this. people who had seen me draw would have noticed that all the clothes that i drew my characters in were always wearing simple tee-shirts, button-down shirts, plain jeans, skirts, or just the typical japanese school uniform.
maybe the inspiration for "cool" clothes would come up once in a while but to make it constant for 8 characters? it's a little strain on my simple amoebic mind (haha..).
then i remembered having a book that had character drawings in them that my aunt bought me years back so i took it out and flipped through it. some were ok but i got too bored to continue drawing so i ended up reading manga haha..
so much for perseverence.
another day passed without me talking to my father and only exchanging a few words between me and my mother (i know it should be "my mother and me" but who cares?! i don't give a damn about her anyways) just because of that one statement i made a few nights back.
hey, i didn't say it with sarcasm or anything so who's being childish now?
and i seriously doubt my mother's tastebuds.
that weird fish with thick skin (that don't have scales, as confirmed by my sister) that she cooked today had this weird bitter taste that she didn't notice at all!!
it was like so bitter it's vile (ok maybe only to me) and it's worse than fish stomach (i don't eat fish stomach, by the way).
and when we were about to finish eating, my father said, "don't buy this type next time. it tastes a little bitter."
little.
little, he says.
for goodness' sake "little" is an understatement!
who knows, maybe my tastebuds are more sensitive, or maybe i was (and still am) too used to my grandmother's cooking that was definitely way better than my mother's.