Another sketch I did years ago.
There are some people
They walk pass each other but they don’t have time to meet each other.
They meet each other but they don’t have time to know each other.
They know each other but they don’t really know each other well.
They know each other well but they have to say Good bye.
I was tidying my room yesterday and found these old sketches I did many years ago. I remember reading this little funny but also sad love story from somewhere, so I drew my own version of the story on the sketch book.
The fox hanged himself on the line, because he fell in love with the Rabbit. He wanted to drag his ears longer…
But Rabbit doesn’t love Fox. She drinks a lot of coffee during the day. Listen to rock music very loudly and dance all nights. Because she fell in love with Panda.
But Panda doesn’t care about Rabbit. He painted himself with different colours. Because he fell in love with Parrot.
But Parrot thinks Panda’s style is a disaster. She starts to learn swimming, trying to hold her breath a bit longer in the water everyday. Because she fell in love with Fish.
But Fish thinks Parrot is really silly. He bought a new hat and wears it everyday. Obviously, he fell in love with Fox.
However Fox hang himself too long. He died…Every other story after that is a sad story…
So I guess, sometimes change yourself too much for the person you love doesn’t work…
I remember taking this photo almost 8 years ago at Hong Kong airport when I first traveled to Sydney with my parents.
I don’t know the girl in the photo. I didn’t know whether she was going on a holiday just like us? or couldn’t wait to get home.
But something touched me to rise my camera and catch that moment.
I always have a thing about the airport. It’s a very emotional place let’s admit it. I know, it might be less the case for the regular business class (I’m sure they are still happy to go home at the end of the business trip though). However, for the rest of the passengers, it’s normally an unknown exciting holiday, or a home sweet home waiting at the other side of the flight. Unless an even faster travel machine is invented, until then, there is nothing can speed up the journey.
So you always have those moments, sitting at the airport, reading a book, sipping a cup of coffee, listening to some music, sending you thoughts far away, imagining a few hours later you will be at a completely different place on the planet, or even a completely different stage of your life for some people, such as me…
Saturday was heaps of fun making macaroons with Ally. It was an afternoon full of laugh and sweat.
I’ve heard those little french biscuits are not easy to make. However, with caution and patience we succeeded.
We made five different fillings, butter cream, vanilla butter cream, lemon curd, raspberry jam, and nutella. (Ok, I cheated, I didn’t make the last two)
Although the macaroons were definitely the center of the attention for two hours, surrounded by camera, iPhone, and paparazzi when we were making them, they were demolished within seconds once the photo shoot session was done.
Sunday went pass quickly with a relaxing picnic on the lawn near the light house and beach at Wollongong. The weather wasn’t the most perfect, but we enjoyed it~
p.s about the bunny picture, the rabbit is actually a marshmallow ^^
There was something about London makes me want to go back again.
Maybe it was the English accent. Maybe it was the building. Maybe it was the Thames river and all the bridges.
But definitely it wasn’t the weather, I would love to go back again during summer time.
Hopefully next time there will be more blue sky in my photos. (not the photoshoped blue sky, lol)