The AznGeek

Posted by azngeek at May 19th, 2007

I’m really sorry about the blasphemous nonsensical previous post. But I actually felt at the time it was mildly amusing. And a lot of the times, non-existent readers. I type on the fly what I think. No filtering. No rereading. Just type. And click on that publish button. And hope to the gods, that I can manage to imagine you imaginary non-existent readers to actually like my posts. But most of the times. I’m very much unsuccessful. Bah.

Well. I just did my maths modelling 2 assignment involving multivariable calculus. Damn that is a mouthful. Uni maths has so far been like high school maths. Quite odd no? Getting back on track to some poetry:

Signing off.

Azngeek

Posted by azngeek at May 18th, 2007

Me : Yea. Uni sucks. Been learning about RAM and ROMS, and PROMS and the 2D and 1D arrays of their circuits.
Cousin : RAM. MMmmm. Ram it up your ass. You have some weird fetishes
Me : You’d like that wouldn’t you. You always bring stuff like this up. Because you’d like it like that.
Cousin : No. But you would. That’s why you always giggle like a school girl when I bring it up. (-_- Meh….)
Hmmm. So a post. Of random conversations.

Me : Why is your skirt so colorful.
Sister : It’s the design.
Mom : It’s a designer. It’s an explosion of colors.
Me : I’ll tell you what else is an explosion of colors. A clown.

(I’m really not a mean person by nature. But the one liners that I’ve been dishing out. And that have been dished out to me have just be phenomenally, unlike me or the people usually around me. I blame it on Helen Clark. )

Source:pbs.org

(Halloooooo there. People of new zealand. (Manliest voice ever. That’s our PM)

Because that people would be the patriotic thing to do. Blame Helen.

This whole week. I’ve decided to take upon myself the most daunting task of using possibly the most annoying quotes, known to man.

Day1:
Supercalleyfragelisticexbeyolleydocious. (I’m not too sure about the spelling). Isn’t this stuff cool? (Points at multivariable calculus crap we are learning for Maths Modellign 2)
A spoon fool of sugar helps the medicine go down. (Points at some obscure work we are doing)

Day2:
This stuff will pickle your brains if you don’t pay attention
I think this crap will break my piggy bank

Day3:
Cool beans
Cool bananas
Neat

Day4:
I will poonch (punch) you (Talking to an english guy)
Jolly ho’ good chap.
Spot on!

Day5:
None. (Even evil people need some rest)

And before I sign out. Some more creative quotes. For you people to be the life of the party with. Some random stuff I just thought of:

“Imagine if reality was an illusion… That would really rip your undies, wouldn’t it?”

Signing off,

Azngeek

Posted by Morpork at May 18th, 2007

“Calling you Farmer is a bit awkward. What is your first name?”

Farmer’s forehead creased as he perfomed some mental exertion.

“My parents never told me about any other names I had. Farmer is my only name. I’ve never changed it.”

“Uh… What do your friends call you then? Imaginary or otherwise?” said the half-dragon, adding the latter part quickly in anticipation of another silly reply. He was disappointed.

“I am called Poul III.”

“…” The silence hung in the air.

“Let me guess. You rear chickens.”

“How do you know?” said Farmer in amazement.

Posted by psych at May 17th, 2007

*Press Enter*

*Input ‘operation cwal’*

*Press Enter*

*Click on Scout portrait*x5

“It is a good day to die.
It is a good day to die.
It is a good day to die.
It is a good day to die
It is a good day to die.”

Brilliance. Totally random, but the main part of my post. I’m here. Today. To talk about Starcraft. Thats right. The first game I ever played. Ever ever ever ever ever. And one of the best since. I actually read the cd-book thing before I started the game. Something I will never do (now that I’m not as sad as I was eons ago). The story captivated me. Even though I didn’t understand the better half of it. Played the game. Wrote down the mission objectives (simple ones. Like build this and build that kinda thing) on a piece of paper. Lame. But adorable? Then, realizing that as a primary school kid with no previous introduction to the RTS genre, I did the only thing that made sense.

“black sheep wall” “there is no cow level” “something for nothing” “operation cwal” “power overwhelming”<-733t!!!! “medieval man” “the gathering” “war aint what it used to be”

Cheats. Believe it or not, haven’t touched Starcraft in years but those came from some crevice in my brain. Some long-forgotten  storage chest filled with strategies which include but are not limited to: zergling rushes, protoss fast tech, zergling rushes.. and did I mention zergling rushes. Yea gay i know but thats the only thing I actually mastered. From 8 years old onwards, you pretty much get shaped by what you do and what you like. That game.. plays a much bigger part in my psyche than I wouldve thought possible. I can barely recall the warcraft story and I’m sure I played it through more than once recently. I didn’t even really like starcraft cos it kept kicking my ass. Then some buddies.. Averdim, San.. are the ones I can recall. Just got me into it again. Well, the expansion kicked ass. I think I played the base game through with cheats and didn’t really understand what was going on anyway. The second one was made with kids in mind. Coz I got it. Like teletubbies on speed and crack. The hot new unit (the flying russian chick YOWZAH) was a nice touch. LL starcraft. I miss it so.
pSyCh

Posted by psych at May 15th, 2007

This post beats the crap out of the other post i wanted to post.

Just came back from an hour and a half of sporty goodness. Found a package waiting for me. US stamps and chops and stuff. Hmm.. Did those damn f’ers (those spammer people) from that country manage to track me down using my email addy? Would I find free viagra inside? Would there be *!!!* a dick enlarger? (god knows i dont need one.. then again it can never be too big eh? i think those things could make dicks blow up. blood and gore everywhere. yumz)

It was a monkey. A goddamned monkey. From a friend who abandoned me for pretty much alot of my teenage life. Haha. This is supposed to make up for all those missed birthdays or something. Life is sweet. Its a monkey. A starbucks monkey *HELL YEAH!* It doesnt pee coffee or anything tho. Bummer. Not sure if its available(or was available) here. It could(coulda) be(been). Never bothered with stuffed toys. The coffee mugs tho. Are to salivate for.
Btw, I don’t know how you found the blog. But I’m glad you did. Feel bad for not giving you stuff now. The pic below is solely cos you asked me to. I never post pics of myself if i can help it. I think only once so far. So this is pretty special. PS-the almost cute-ish face wasnt my idea either. Just so you can see all the goodness youre missing out on. *Zoom* Awesome sweat shine too. Took it right after i opened it.

Im eyeing it warily.. because it looks pissed at me. Prolly comes alive at night and drinks blood–the works. i kid, - wholeheartedly appreciate the prezzie. I would love it more if i were a girl. But hey, as long as its not a bear, ill keep it =p Nice letter too. Handwriting a tad unusualer. Less ladylike. What the hell do they teach you at american schools?
pSyCh

Not gonna post for a while if i can help it. Finals in 3 weeks. After that, who knows. Im free for 6 months until I get accepted somewhere. Might even decide to do something right after. Just hope I don’t decide on it too late. Applying is a bitch.

Posted by Morpork at May 14th, 2007

“Are you a barbarian?” said Farmer.

“Nay, fighter. Of truth and justice if I may add,” said the man.
“But… but you aren’t wearing anything! Where’s your shining armour? Where’s your steady shield?”

With a sparkle on his tooth*, the man said, “Ah, I AM wearing something. Behold my Masterwork Loincloth of Projectile Deflection! Everyone knows armour is pointless but underwear! That is known to protect!†”

“I see. I defer to your expertise then, great… fighter sir. What is a Masterwork though?”

“I couldn’t afford any armour,” he almost spat the word, “so my momma sewn me this masterpiece of a loincloth. You want to touch it?”

Farmer searched for a trace of red on the man’s face but there was none.

“Er… no. You couldn’t wear something over it?”

“Same slot. Can’t jolly do that.”

“What, you mean…” glancing to a woman in armour at one side, “there is nothing unde-”

“Hail! Do you need a man-at-arms for the Party you are mustering?”

The speaker was so tall he overshadowed Farmer, who wasn’t a short man.

“My word! You MUST be a barbarian!”

He flinched at the word. “Certainly not sir! I am very civilised I assure you. I am a half-dragon Paladin and I would like to offer you my services.”

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*He probably polished that one tooth just so he can glint it at times like this.

†Superman for instance. Interestingly, certain golden, spiky haired individuals fight better the less they are clothed. Pharmaceutical companies and smithies are both under investigation for supplying unneeded consumer goods.

Posted by Morpork at May 13th, 2007

“So… How do I enlist the help of… adventurees?” said Farmer, still struggling with the word.

“Depends on what kind of problem you are having. And how much loot you’ll want to part with. You could pick some fellows yourself or pick a handsome guy or lass and have’em do the picking,” said the barkeep.

“Ah. So I’ll be the adventurer, employing adventurees. That means I must conduct an Inter-looking. Err… why must the head adventuree be good-looking?”

“That’ll be because they’ll be leading, and doin’ the talking so they’re bound to have a high Charisma see? And we all know what that means, Charisma.”

“I… see,” said Farmer, who knew Krisma was something he did not know or have.

“Gotta be careful though. Don’t want to have a cut-throat in your party or who knows when he’ll just stick you up from behind and take whatever you have first. Heh.”

Posted by azngeek at May 12th, 2007

Well first and foremost. I am proud to announce that, the first ever Azngeek.com game is going to be released to an azngeek.com near you. Which would technically just be this site that you are currently viewing. And seeing how most of you people are just my imaginary-make-believe readers I’d like to think that you people would all be ecstatic of this groundbreaking mindblowing news. If you aren’t. Well. With my dictator-like-iron-fist-ruling, I shall unimagine you imaginary readers who oppose me and my words into oblivion. *please insert devious insidious laughter of your preference here* Oh yes. As I was saying. Rubixcube the azngeek version will be coming out sometime this year hopefuly. The game already works, just there’s some tweaking and stuff going on. Programming was done by my main man Alex, the latest addition to the azngeek.com family. He’s also an accelerated engineering student.

Here’s a demo of the .exe file. Of a rubix cube being mixed and then solved under 5 seconds.

rubiks_cube_demo.exe

This file is just to showcase what is actually going to be in the game. Just a 3D rubix cube that can be solved using the controls we have specified. For the .exe of the demo, you might like to press end to slow down or home to speed up the demo.

Details on the final version will be posted later on.

And now. Time for me to move on to poking fun at emo/goth people, by portraying myself as one. Because I can. And engineering depresses me immensely.

*start out of character persona here*

The glimmer in those eyes. They are gone. Everything has become black and white. Mundane. Life is going backwards. It’s a constant struggle of one step forward and two steps back. The sadist cycle I seem to have so willingly taken upon myself. I see it happen. I have grasped and understood it. But it just can’t be stopped. It just can’t. I have tried countless times. To end it. Put a stop to it. But everytime I fall, and get back up on my feet, I lose a little bit more of myself.

In the mirror. I no longer recognize the stranger who stands before me. I just see a shadow of a man who has seen and done things that he’s not been proud of. That shadow who lurks and pretends pitifully to be autonomous and completely ostracized from the wheels of events that have started. Of series of events that he started directly or indirectly, even by just being silent. Even just by being silent.

Regrets wash over. “Regrets are for fools” a man he once was would have said. Who’s the fool now.

Behind those curtains. Behind his apparent multifaceted masks he wears. Behind those values he once thought he held and still pretends to hold with dear life. For he is afraid of the bleakness if he lets go of those values that he once thought gave him strength. What shall happen to this fool. To him. To me.

The void. That emptiness. It constantly grows. With the deceit and the lies. And it hurts. Constantly. The pain. It’s reached scales where it borders the line of ecstasy as the endorphins rush through his veins. To ease the pain. Ironic. Life is the drug that he no longer wants or needs. That I no longer want or need. The high of living. Long has been replaced by the withdrawal symptoms. Of the need to just let go. To emancipate.

I know. He knows. I know. That even when he is tired, he can’t sleep, even when he is hungry, he can’t eat, even when he tries. It just hurts. It just hurts to be me.

*ends out of persona character*

So people. What did you think of that piece of verbal thrash. I thought instead of a parody of some ideas that I found absolutely hirarious which tickled my eedy-beedy-heart, I’d try something darker. Gloomier.

Signing off,

Azngeek

Posted by Morpork at May 11th, 2007

Farmer Farmer* entered the tavern. It was packed with people in impractical clothing and bizarre hair styles. Before he came to the city, he never knew people had green hair and were called j4y_03 or Swordmaster Gannandorf. He approached the bartender and ordered a tankard of New-Tonne’s Secund Row and on sipping, indeed found himself with a twirly feeling in the stomach that suggested a rearranging of his internal organs.

Farmer wasn’t a bright person but he knew not to play with organs that are inside one’s body. After all, the only sound he knew how to make with them seemed to be blarp and accompanied with a very unpleasant smell.

“Barkeep. I’m looking to hire Ad-vent Childrens.”

The barkeeper looked at him and stood silent for a while.

“Try Moving Pictures next door.”

“But I need brave fighting peo-” he glanced at the crowd, “-things that can save my farm from a-”

“Quiet, man! Adventurers in a tavern are unemployed! You want to be mobbed?”

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*People have heard of a Farmer Smith or an Environmentalist who is called Forrester and don’t think twice about it. Farmer Farmer is only being consistent.

Posted by psych at May 10th, 2007

Hey people. I’m being a very good updater. I don’t trust myself to remember the things I want to blog about when I’m away from the computer. I can think of around 3 things I was certain I’d remember to do once I got online (and which seemed at the time to be all-important) which I promptly forgot once Firefox got fired up.

These things happen. Filler fills my thoughts. Therefore, you read my filler… Filler filler filler. This post might (it does) contain filler. But IMO, filler some stuff aint.
The title.. is a reference to a Phoebe song. FRIENDS. One of the best sitcoms in the history of sitcoms. People who disagree. Are idiots. I kid. No, I don’t. Nothing beats hearing a Phoebe song after a bad day (except getting Jen. Aniston to be my girl[woman?]).

Grandma

Now, Grandma’s a person who everyone likes,
She bought you a train and a bright, shiny bike.
But lately she hasn’t been coming to dinner,
And last time you saw her she looked so much thinner…
Now, your mom and your dad said she moved to Peru,
But the truth is she died and some day you will too!
Lalala LAlalala LAlalala LAlalala La La La La
Lalala LAlalala LAlalala LAlalala La La La La

The Cow in the Meadow

Oh, the cow in the meadow goes moo,
Oh, the cow in the meadow goes moo.
Then the farmer hits him on the head and grinds him up,
And that’s how we get hamburgers.
*pause*
Now…….. chickens!!

Sometimes

Sometimes men love women
Sometimes men love men,
And then there are bisexuals
Though some just say they’re kidding themselves.
La lalala lalalalala la
La la lalala lala la la

Theres just something about actually listening to the song. The lyrics are really.. poignant though. Who can forget the infamous Smelly Cat? Phoebe gets people.
*resists urge to force feed to songs to everyone* seriously. just google em up. songs available for dl all over the place. worthit.

Totally different note. Quite some time ago, a member of the Wiggles quit the group. Rumour has it that many mothers were upset because the dude was something of a hearthrob and they all had crushes on him. Now, if you don’t mind. Which one? Coz I can’t tell from these extremely macho pics. These women(the mothers, not the members). Are seriously lacking in the .. bedroom department. Or are desensitized to the obvious.

Whats so gay about those you ask? Its an act after all. For kids. Well, any gayer and you’ll have to gay it yourself.. Well, ok, simpler. The only things that could possible be gayer are:

These guys are as straight as nails eh? God those moms need some serious readjustment. Lesson? Do not crush on your kids’ favourite tv people. We dont need any Teletubby-humping mothers roaming the world. Too dangerous. Those aliens are the roughest lovers in the world. Don’t even get me started on Barney (Michael Jackson).

Hmm. A very gay post. The last pic just kills me. Remind me of that nipple rubber named “Nipples” from Little Nicky. So let’s leave it at that. I’m gonna go watch some Blues Clues.

pSyCh

Posted by psych at May 8th, 2007

Adorable me. And the crap that comes along with it. My marks are suffering. And I have no fucking idea why. Just physics though. Rest’s fine. Knn. Fingers-friggin-crossed I don’t majorly screw up anything. I don’t need it. Not now anyway.
So many things happened in the past month. Suffice it to say that it’s one I won’t want to relive. Maybe if I’m mentally masochistic. Gimme all you’ve got Mr.Real Life. It feels so gooood. Ahh…. ahhh…. mmm….. But I’m not masochistic. Physically, maybe..

How about a little story. Someone keeps posting em poems and only god knows(well almost literally) how bad my poems are. Post count UP!

Wonderwoman crouched beneath the cramped dresser, half-naked. She glanced at the darkness beyond the light from the half-closed bathroom door. Something, or someone, was watching her, and she knew it. Her mind was seething with what seemed like anger and a hint of fear but she stilled her erratically beating heart lest it give her position away. If she was going to make it out without losing her life, or anything else, she knew she had to plan her escape well. Rash decisions would only serve to push the scales of balance the other way, much to the delight of her pursuer. She knew that both of them were on equal footing. She also knew that the dresser was a pathetic excuse for a hiding place. A stalemate was not what she needed. But something was always better than nothing.

Oh my god. It’s not a sex thriller or anything. Doesn’t look like something I’d read so I don’t know where that came from. Maybe those real life crazy crime books. lmao. Looks like I’d be better off with poems. If I make it obscure enough, you guys will eat it up. =p I just realized I named the chick wonderwoman. That was supposed to be a draft name. Lets just keep it. Btw, if you didnt know, the story’s purpose is to elongate=p my post. I promise I’ll find some awesome realization soon. Just not today. This is, as can be expected of me, another rant post. Becoming a habit. Who cares anyway?
Right? Thats all you’re getting. I don’t like typing up stories. So the time spent on that might just have been a waste for me. Enjoy tho. The universe isn’t bugging me as much as it used to. Less ponderings or ‘mind-wanderings’ to post. You know, stuff along the lines of why god created the world, is Darwin a genius, how big IS the universe, will I ever get the children I want or will I get ones I kill in their infancy *gasp* I’m not a damn savage. *prays for hot children who are hot enough to make me proud of them yet are not future:sluts/paris hiltons [same thing as the previous one really]/ idiots/ bad drivers/ splurgers. Untrue rambling. I will love my child no matter what. Even if s/he kills people for money.

Hmm. The “s/he” thing just made me think. What is it like to be parents of a transsexual person? I use the term transsexual lightly because I cant be arsed to figure out the difference between transgendered and transsexual. It must suck either way. I could include a funny pic at the bottom but the internets getting screwy lately. Uploading is a bitch. Maybe just to this site tho. My downloads are on track =) Oh, I may just post a spiderman inspired poem soon. o0. Sounds good eh?
Until my next adventure,

pSyCh

Posted by azngeek at May 6th, 2007

This week. It’s been different for me. Things for this week even from the most cynical perspective. Was (dare I say it?) good (in the sort of way where everything that could go wrong didn’t. Some of the things did. But not everything). Well sure. 4 am nights, 6 am wake up calls. A 50 bloody page project would usually take the spring out of my step. And remind me how much I hate engineering. And that MAYBE I shouldn’t have skipped first year of engineering instead of diving straight into the second year thinking that it would somehow validate myself in some way, or that MAYBE I should have stuck straight to the plan, and been a good Asian boy and did medicine as I had initially planned to(but chickened out of. Because.(Fill in blanks. Be creative. I’ll give you an example. Because I was abducted by a beauty queen that wanted to elope in Vegas ONLY if I did engineering instead) But that thought kept itself quietly in the corner of my mind in stark contrast with pretty much the rest of the torturous grueling mind numbing gay ( I wuv anti-climaxes) 4 months.

Well. Now. I shall be in tewweebwel azngeek form, be hirarious, and try to make this post semi intellectual( semi -> definition: partial. NOTE: I didn’t mention how intellectual it would be. I think using words I don’t understand qualifies as some sort of intellectual stimulation. I pick the word now. *looks up* A big word!)

So about the difference in the week. I’d probably attribute it to the lack of time to actually think of thinks through. Brood over life. Contemplate existence. And just be overly philosophical and annoy the person on the treadmill next to me with my uncomplicated self absorbed annoying theories. But that lack of time. It allowed for me to make silly decisions. Like go to Mcdonalds. And have a big mac. (damn. I had mcdonalds this week. The first time in 2 and a half years… the heart stopping burger. I hope I see another day. On a totally unrelated note, a fitting quote for this news of an unfortunate event. “Give me a McStraw so I can jam it in your McEye” - some comedian.) I think we’ve established that this week was busy, but not entirely crappy.
Okay. Why the difference. Without further delay. I’ll hint more at why my week was different! Hah. Fooled you. I’m an ass : D.

EDIT: Will continue this post tomorrow. Far too sleepy right now

Bah. 4 am nights for the week finally took its toll. The 3 hours of soccer and touch (rugby you dirty dirty dirty ewww disgusting people) didn’t help either. I actually nodded off for a while there. Time of crash. 11pm.

Soooo. Where was I. yes. What made my week completely teh awesome.

Impulse buying!!!! Yay. I’ve always wanted the DVD for Once Upon A Time In China Trilogy. Collector’s Edition. WOooOooOoo. 70 dollars later. I’m happy. Impulse buying. Is soooo gratifying. Except when it sinks it then. Damn. I couldn’t justify that. But I’ve always wanted a copy of the best kung fu movie ever. And I have it now. Okay. Maybe that wasn’t the reason behind the difference for the week. And got myself a new G-Shock watch as well. Seng Ming the bugger accused me of being childish.

Timothy: I got a new watch.
Timothy: I lost my old one
You’re a mushyme: oh
You’re a mushyme: wat watch
Timothy: ended up getting one of those bulky g shock ones
Timothy: : <
You're a mushyme: y u like gshock so much ler( I actually prefer plain casio ones man. I hate those dress watches. Only wear it out to formals man. Don’t wear them otherwise. I needed a plain watch)
You’re a mushyme: so kiddish(I smell some flirting here)
Timothy: Because i’m kiddish(I return the favor)
You’re a mushyme: no ure not.. the way u think oso not ur age
You’re a mushyme: i mean it in a good way (Seng Ming is trying to hit on me here.)
Timothy: I like being kiddish(I call his bluff. And drop the bait and pretend that I’m interested)

And more random conversation bits:

You’re a mushyme: have u seen pcis of my trip to redang? *insert link here*(Man. I definitely thing he has a thing for me… I’m worried now. Further down the conversation he’s still flirting)
Timothy: No I haven’t
Timothy: you didn’t post the pics on your blog
You’re a mushyme: haha i lazy to blog la
Timothy: I see no one hot
Timothy: Wait
Timothy: Maybe.
Timothy: Oh crap. laptop screen gloss. Reflection
Timothy: Just kidding (Here is me trying to be a jerk, to make him “uninterested”)
You’re a mushyme: ass

Note, no animals were hurt in this conversation nor were any fuzzy woodland creatures crushed by lumbering industrial tree cutters in the making of this pseudo parody of a conversation between friends. (Really. Just friends. I mean. He might want something more. But I don’t think I’d like to bat for the other team just yet) Ah and Seng Ming. This was just for shits and giggles. So don’t bite my head off when I get back to Malaysia man.

On another completely random note my Asics Kayano 12s; Completely fucked them over. The best pair of sneakers I’ve ever had. 6 months. 280 dollars. A great time together. Best support I’ve received from any pair of sneakers ever, the PHF was awesome, and the rolling over support was beautiful, light weight, and well aired. It actually made amplified the running experience to the level of a constant state of a high. In laymans terms. It was orgasm inducing.(I like running. Finding the time for it is hard now though) Time to move up to the Kayano 13. And another thing I just realized. The bastard shoe stores here mark the Kayano range up far too much. 280 dollars here. When I can get it from the states for about 140 usd. Which SHOULD only work up to 200 dollars here… mmm next pair has to come from the states.

And more random randomness to titillate and tantalize your senses.

Look sideways people. And yes I know my table is messy. Cool huh? A bit hard to play on a rotated screen though. CS source Playing at 1680*1050 native resolution.

And I do realize how long a post this is. But I’m not too sure when I’ll post again, so I figured a long one would make up for any absence that may occur in the immediate future.(I’m also procrastinating some mechanics study and operational amplifiers… the mechatronics discipline sucks balls)
Ooo.Ooo. And here’s some poetry. By Nancy Wood a brilliant poet and writer. Possibly one of my favorites.

You shall ask
What good are dead leaves?
And I will tell you
They nourish the sore earth.

You shall ask
What is the reason for winter?
And I will tell you
To bring about new leaves.

You shall ask
Why are the leaves so green?
And I will tell you
Because they are rich with life.

You shall ask
Why must summer end?
And I will tell you
So the leaves can die.

And that people is some brilliant writing - The circle of life theme. Now it’s time for my own half assed crappy attempt at something of my own which is just another random piece of work. I call it lady death. And it’s for a friend who lost someone dear.

Picture from amateurillustrator.com by Asialiv

Peace out,

Azngeek