Obsessed On Øye

"Erlend Øye." Rough. Couldn't draw the lips and hands pretty well.

"Erlend Øye, Where's your lips?" I couldn't find yours.

Maaaan, I love your eyes, and that messy hair... uh. Unignorable.

These sketches don't mean a thing. Ever since I knew Erlend Øye on a very hazzardous and strange day, where I kept thinking that Erlend Øye from Kings of Convenience is a different one with The Whitest Boy Alive front-man. Poor me, silly me.

But I'm madly in love with him. The way he sings, plays his guitar (those tap-dancing fingers...!), the way he acts, and the way he looks super-duper-trooper adorable in red.

I love him. I really do. I’m such a maaaaaaniaac!

PS : Thought I got some talent to catch him in sketch, but in fact I didn't got any. But I promise I will keep on sketching him (or Eirik Glambek BØe, or everyØne)!

Shorties From Blab-Owner

I SOON POST A FULL-POSTING. I'VE BEEN MISSING MY DEAREST JOE. WHOLEHEARTEDLY.

The Laptop Charger

has gone well. Somebody repaired it.
Xoxxoooxoo

IT'S FRUSTRATING!

Somebody has broke my laptop charger. 'Somebody' was irresponsible about what 'somebody' has done to my laptop charger. And I CANT DO ANY BLOGGING THINGS RIGHT NOW.
I'm mobile.
I CANT TYPE.
I CANT TRANSFER THE DATAS.
I CANT EVEN SMELL MY LAPTOP'S SOUL! HE'S ALREADY DEAD!

I just.. cant. All I can do is crying cause I dont understand what the problem is and a cousin of mine said that a broken charger would never ever can be repaired.

Darn, I HATE YOU, somebody.

Who's somebody you may ask?
Somebody was my big brother. He was the idiot. And HE ALWAYS IS.

Story About Joe and Jane

Hey folks,

It’s been a long time, eh?

I got bored with my junk blog, it’s like filling up the glass for the very first time and I got thirsty over and over until it’s so over and I got thirsty again but suddenly I trapped in the desert because ‘someone’ had teleported me there for somewhat reason and I might be die of the thirsty feeling. ‘Someone’ was my boringness with blog and let’s call him Joe. So Joe teleported me to the desert and he would kill me before he knew. But another ‘someone’, let’s call her Jane, saved me and brought me back to my life, filled up my empty glass so I got thirsty no more. Have you been guessing? Jane was Twitter.

So I often play around with Jane, leave Joe desperately in his own-built desert, aloof and cold. (Wait, Where is Joe? Desert or North Pole? Oooh yeah--) Then maybe Joe got jealously jealous with Jane after a very long time I didn’t take care of him, let’s wonder about two months, and I could see Joe’s appearance had changed. He often angry with me and bully Jane without my detect. So, I, as the one who Joe and Jane had quarrelled about, surely had to make a move wisely.

And here I am, playing with my Joey-dooey-wumpkins, showing him that I still care for him, loving him with unreasonable reasons, and watching him, for no owner can do such thing like these.

PS : Happy Independence Day, Indonesia. When you’re Sixty Four...
PPPPPPS : Happy Other Big Days my posting had passed.. :D :D