The Dying and The Dead

I'm fine with Death. It simply means the end of someone who existed before. I may grief and I may reminisce about the good times and the wonderful memories. But I can accept Death.

But I don't do well with the dying. I see the pain they go through, and selfishly, when there seems to be no hope for them, I wish for them a quick painless death.

I'm fine with anger, its just a natural feeling when something goes wrong and out of your acceptance. I let it out, then let it go.

But I don't do well holding vengeance or harboring hatred for others. I believe to forgive, also washes yourself clean from this tainted emotion of hate.

So I am not fine with hating the dying. Why do this news pleases me not?

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I wanted someone to hold me when I got the news.

And my heart went "Doki doki"

When someone who hardly greets anyone goodbye tries to nonchalantly look for you before they leave, and upon looking at you, wave goodbye.

When someone who stares at you in the eyes and smiles deeply, and didn't answer your question, making you bug him repeatedly to get him to reply.

When someone who sneaks a peek at you and you are sneaking a peek over...

When the heart goes "doki doki"...

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When you fall in love....

Blackhole Attacks!

Olalala~ Lacy Underwear!
I can't believe I forgot to do an artwork for September! Oh Mon Dieu!!!
This can not do. After I rest... More to come!

At Work Comic #2

Because It's easier than asking for a boyfriend.

At Work Comic #1

Side note: My Creative Director has taken to "whipping" me when I don't perform up to his standard. I foresee a lovely long enjoyable working relationship with him.
Hahahaha... And here's a comic to show what happens when you accidentally bother a Director about 3 frames in editing...