Spanish Pavilion

Shot at World Expo 2010, Shanghai

 

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Pass, Meet, Know, Bye

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.

A funny and sad love story

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…

 

Which Side of Brain are you?

Saw this picture on Facebook, liked it very much. I think I’m definitely the “Right”.

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LEFT BRAIN- I am the left brain
I am a scientist. A mathematician.
I love the familiar, I categorize. I am accurate. Linear.
Analytical. Strategic. I am practical.
Always in control. A master of words and language.
Realistic. I calculate equations and play with numbers.
I am order. I am logic.
I know exactly who I am.
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RIGHT BRAIN- I am the right brain.
I am creativity, a free spirit. I am passion.
Yearning . Sensuality. I am the sound of the roaring laughter .
I am taste. The feeling of sand beneath bare feet.
I am movement. Vivid colors,
I am the urge to paint on an empty canvas,
I am boundless imagination. Art. Poetry. I sense. I feel.
I am everything I wanted to be

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