Torch Bearer

The new generation will carry the axe to the finish line.

Staring into the eyes of those she challenged
She gently put her axe down
The vibrations rattled off its body
And seemed to make a different sound;

Their protective armour was studded
And hid in it legacy
But the history was now in the books
And their shell wore only hypocrisy

She came from a different land
With different way of tread
They looked upon her, questioning,
So she opened her mouth and said,

Those are your gods you talk of, not mine
To me, they’re but influence
They taught me how to stand up
But have sat down since

They taught me how to sing
And you, how to talk;
Their spirit flows within my veins
But I choose my own cause

I’m not out to topple the stars
I merely build on the earth beneath
But bearing the torch lit in last flames
There’s mountains to go before the peak.

 

Names

Every new year reminds me of how bad I am remembering names, and remembering in general. I don’t know how I’m capable of forgetting someone’s name two sentences after I’ve asked it. ‘You’ is my best friend. And you, nameless friend, are a friend now, just as soon as I’ve got your name down.

On the flip side, I do hide behind the curtains of “you probably can’t remember my name either”. I don’t blame you. I also don’t help by prefixing my introduction with “uuuuh,” like I had to think of what my own name is. It’s really befuddling. I’d had a period last year where people would walk up to me (“hey you!”) and I wouldn’t remember at all having spoken to them, though they would. I guess sometimes when you don’t know someone, you’re just too busy focusing on what you could say next so that they don’t look away and you can really have a shot at making a friend.

(Of course, this is before you forget their name for the third time).

Anyway, we’re all probably bad at this. It’s just that time of the year. By December, we’ll all be used to weird names and will probably have invented a few of our own. In certain areas, I am still, in fact, known as the monocle-wearing, fedora-tipping, moustache-twirling English undercover columnist called James.

I gotta buy me a monocle.

And thank goodness for pronouns.

I’m Bad At Promises

First up, I gotta say I try.

But I’m also quite a heat of the moment sort of a person, especially when things happen after 11 PM. Which means, for all the stories I string about being up till 3, I’m there, but I’m really not.

My friend and I have a theory that after 11:30 PM, my alter ego takes over. And after some inspection, we’ve come to realise that my alter ego is in fact a monocle-wearing, Fedora-tipping, moustache-sporting, English journalist called James. 

Too bad half my best work seems to come after 12 AM. 

So I’d promised comics twice a week, and now I’ve put out more. Feast, dear readers! (Actually, I don’t really recommend eating while you’re reading comics. I’ve done that with my Spider-Man comics (with a hyphen, as the guy himself has said!). It doesn’t end well either for your food, or for the mag.)

Here’s one and here’s the second

To be fair, the last one isn’t really a comic, so you can cut me some slack. If you actually like the comics and would want to consider it one, then you’re rare, hurrah for more comics!

There’s Change A-Comin’

Hi

I’ve picked possibly the absolute, singularly worst time of ever to decide to do this, but I’ve decided to do this, so I’ll say it here. 

I’ve been drawing a lot of comics of late. My current record stands at 7 in 24 hours. 

Of course, as you can probably guess, I have had a math exam recently. My inspiration to do everything that’s not math peaks around math exam time. 

To put that mathematically, we hit a local maximum on the inspiration function around the input time “math exam period”. 

Some of you have probably seen a few of my works as well in the past week, and in general the response seems pretty positive; I’m impressed someone’s reading my scribbles on a tissue paper, but hey, I have this ego of mine and I’m gonna assume you liked it. 

Just because. 

So I’m going to try and make a bit of a habit of this. 

I’m going to try and make the comics a biweekly thing, and while I love being able to use this ambiguous statement to hide under a rock uninspired and lazy for two weeks before coming out of my cave with a comic, I’ll clarify here that I mean the twice-a-week sort of biweekly. 

At least, I’ll try to mean that. 

Some weeks if I can, I’ll try to push out three. I haven’t decided on the days yet, but let’s work this through elimination. 

Peeking at my exam schedule, I have all my tests on Tuesdays and Thursdays. That counts out all days beginning with a T (and my lazy alter ego yells, “Tuesday, Thursday, today and tomorrow!” Shoulda done this yesterday.) 

So maybe Mondays and Thursdays. I don’t know, I have no idea how my schedule will look in two weeks time, or if I may sneak back here at 4 AM and try to silently delete this post and wonder, in all my exhaustion, what on Earth I was thinking when I wrote this up. 

But for now, I’ll try to keep it to this!

I have a new blog I had to make for my portfolios, and it actually is a little friendlier to centred images than my comfy black background baby blog here, so I’ll post them there, but will put out links to there on this blog because everyone’s even lazier than I am. 

So I will try my best, I will see you there this Thursday! (Glances nervously at watch and realises she has exactly three days to get her act together)

The (currently gaping wide as an empty galaxy) brand new baby blog can be found here: https://www.originofthepitchforks.wordpress.com and if you don’t like the name, fight me, I like it!

Freeze Frame

Fall’s reign is over. 

It’s a wonder of sorts that I am remotely able to say this, given the state of my fingers. If you’ve ever felt like the cold is so bad you’re afraid your nose or even your fingers might fall off, be thankful it was mostly only rhetoric in your case.

Check out this poor guy.

That’s the very same tree I’ve been plaguing like a paparazzi would a slippery star, all month long, and it’s finally lost all its leaves to winter’s incoming onslaught.

I suppose that means I can’t take any more pictures of it (and you poor folks are finally rid of my tree photography).

I’ve also got to admit this post is a bit of a test. I’ve been wielding my phone camera like a hungry kid would a spoon at dinnertime… assuming they weren’t eating bread. Fortunately for me, there’s tons of stuff out here and my camera’s looking sharp (quite literally, you see) and my memory isn’t. 

(On that note I should probably mention I have a midterm tomorrow.)

I’ve got more pictures on me than space, I fear, both on my phone and on WordPress. 

And before you sigh in relief, I’ll let you know I’ve been solution-seeking. 

Tumblr!

It’s super easy to upload photographs there and simply embed them into WordPress instead. So you’ll probably never be rid of me. Never ever! 

(evil cackles are heard in the foreground as ghostly laments moan in the background, almost seemingly as if they were screaming out “Nooooooooo” in agony. A few terrified birds shoot out of their nests with alarmed cries and take refuge in the skies as the sun dips down and begins to hand over its reigns to the night. In the silvery, gloomy twilight, the dying day seems to reflect the reader’s despair as they hunt, fruitlessly for that ‘Unsubscribe’ button…)

I’m honestly not that bad though, you know. 

Boundless

So here I am, it’s my first “proper” day at university, in the sense that it’s my first day of classes. I would have loved to document the whole first time in a new country, first time in Uni, first time living with a roommate and adding a new accent to my resumé (I’m pretentious, but like hell I’m not pretentious about that fact). But what with orientation and shouting out cheers that I would cringe at if I were a spectator and completely, horribly underestimating the Canadian sun, I’ve had absolutely no time at all. I haven’t been this tired in a long time; mentally, I’m out by 8 PM. I’ve had such little time in my room that I am currently typing this out from my dining hall while shoving myself full with soggy waffles (using syrup as a slow eater was a  horrible oversight) because I missed the lunch hour proper because I had a class. 

I do have tons of pictures of landing, and a long drive getting to uni and everything, and I may do a post with them later, but something’s telling me otherwise. 

Maybe it’s the five 22 page-long PDFs on Byrne sitting on my pending list that are due Monday for a class I have never attended in my life thus far. 

But yes, first day, tons of Google maps and buzz and nerves and mess ups. 

I managed to keep tradition alive by almost being late for my very first uni class ever in spite of waking up at 9 for a class at 11. Then, I promptly proceeded to cut my leg, spill some milk in the dining hall, hobble to class, nearly die at a road crossing (nothing new there), get to class checking Google maps only about twice (I studied them for half an hour the previous night, so it’s nice to have successfully employed them. Also, does this explain how I nearly died?), find a place on the balcony for a seminar of 1200 people and get set for the next two hours before hobbling over to the next. 

So university has been great so far!

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Might just be as old as the university though

I’ve also grossly underestimated how I’ve lost my ability to work on less than 8 hours of sleep. 

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Finishing this post at 1:56 AM, my capacity for stupidity and mismanagement of time too are, truly “boundless”.