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How I communicate in China

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Draw Me A Birthday Cake

draw-me-a-birthday-cakeI haven’t doodled in a while, and was trying to figure out what to doodle. It so happens that sometimes ideas are presented to me instead of coming up with them myself.

The Oatmeal has been doodling snarky pictures of people on Facebook for a while now, which I find pretty cool. With Facebook now supporting image replies in the comments, it was only a matter of time before I did this.

In case you’re wondering. Boey is a friend who has an awesome blog and has published a few books. Definitely worth a read, especially if you’re a Malaysian.

PS: I still welcome doodle requests. My interpretation of the request might be different from what you’re expecting though.

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My “inspiration”

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I bought a new stylus for my iPad

I bought an Adonit Jot stylus
I bought an Adonit Jot stylus
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Where I Paste Post-it Notes

I'll leave it to your imagination to decide what it's stuck onto
I’ll leave it to your imagination to decide what it’s stuck onto

I take the the train to work daily, but on the rare occasion that I drive to work, I run the risk of forgetting that I drove to work and end up taking the train home, leaving my car behind.

Hilariously, this has happened more than once.

I was figuring out how to “not leave my car behind” and my friend suggested using a Post-it note. The challenge was where I would paste it so that it would catch my attention. I eventually figured it out…

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Childhood Snacks

Have you ever been so in love with some snack when you we’re a kid?

You’d bug your parents to buy it whenever you could, and you’d buy it whenever you had money.

And then someday, because your parents deemed it unhealthy or it wasn’t being sold anymore, it disappeared from your life.

You searched high and low, far and wide. You did everything you could back then, underage, without a credit card, and the Internet.

Then someday, after you’ve grown up, you discover it. Sitting there, on a shelf in a store, almost as if the past never happened.

Overjoyed,armed with a credit card, no parents in sight, you buy it, and a few more.

Getting home, You sit down, looking at the packaging, rolling back the years, tear open the snack, take a bite, and…

…it sucks!

Goodbye old friend. Age now separates us. While I now have the money and means for us to be together, you and I will just be a fond memory of the past.

Goodbye
Goodbye