Gig #3

I’ll be playing for the open mic at doppelganger again!
It’ll be this Sunday, 1st of June, 9pm, Marketplace KL
Like previously, it’s rm20 cover charge which gets you one drink
Benchmarx and Yuri Wong will be the main acts. For more info head over to the Doppelganger site.

I’ll be playing 3 songs on that night 😀
come, come, come! tell all your friends, spread the word!

It’s happening! (catchphrase of the year)

So recently I’ve been sketching people on LRTs, trying to improve my figure drawing skills (or lack of). Anyways, I’ve noticed one thing that happens almost everytime someone notices I’m drawing them. They give me this ‘Fuck you asshole!’ glare. Like I’m some sort of criminal. I mean come on! why are people so unfriendly looking when they know that I’m drawing them? It’s not like I’m taking their virginity!

In my mind I’m like, “just continue doing what you were doing before you noticed me, and ignore me! It’s not that hard!”

I’ve only been drawing figures, trying to get my proportions and body expressions right, I haven’t been doing any faces, so it’s not like I’m taking photographs of them, I’m only using their bodies as a reference!

So anyways, due to what I’ve been doing, I’ve observed new things about people that I didn’t really notice before. Here’s a couple of them that I saved in my phone to be blogged.

If you can’t tell how old someone is by their face, you can tell someone’s age by how their hands look. Hands don’t fool anyone, unless they’re wearing gloves. But then again, some people might just have ugly hands.

I think that’s pretty true. Old people have old hands and young people have young hands. Don’t think you can really change the appearance of your hands. I’ve seen loads of pretty, young looking women, but when I look at their hands, I notice how wrinkly and old they are. So the face can be pretty deceiving if you’re gonna use it as a measure of one’s age.

As you grow older your pants go higher.

This is something that I’ve discussed with Seng Yip before, but yeah, it seems that the older a man is (once he’s past his 30s), the higher they seem to wear their pants. Old men wear their belts under their nipples or something. If they could wear it around their necks, I wouldn’t be surprised if they did. Seriously.

Oh, and I got myself a deviantart account. Nothing new posted there yet, but you guys can add me as a friend 😀

So today I managed to get onto the train.

Ever get annoyed with the carriages being full in the morning? Well, have no fear, George is here!

Today I have discovered (and yet to perfect) this new technique for getting onto a crowded train. And here I am, sharing my secrets with you! Fully illustrated with easy to follow instructions that even a toddler will have no problems understanding it!

Got a tip to contribute? Want to thank me for this ingenious guide? Leave a comment!

LRT : I ride the train

As most of you know, I’ve given up on driving.. to work that is. I am now an official commuter of the LRT trains. Which means no more traffic jams for me, which means I get to save on money on petrol.. and a whole load of things. Anyway, the following email pretty much summarizes my transport situation:

From: George []
Sent: Monday, March 31, 2008 3:51 PM
To: ‘Jason’
Subject: RE:

LRT – 135/month = ~5 a day
petrol would probably be

This will serve as an introduction to the LRT stories I will be posting in the future.

Postal Postal Service

So I was chatting with Jason and he mentioned that his free DVD that was supposed to come with his magazine subscription was missing. So he started going on about he would kick the postman’s ass if he ever came back to return the disc. haha

Then I started thinking to myself- if i was a postman, my residents won’t be getting their mails!
I mean seriously, what does it take to be a postman? Do you have to sign some sort of trust/honesty agreement?

I mean, think of all the cool shit you can get as a postman! Everything gets sent by mail! Love letters, blackmail, money, magazines, bills, bank statements, CDs..everything!

Of course you would have to deal with the random mail bombs, anthrax packages and whatnot.. but I’m pretty sure all the good stuff you get outweighs the bad!

Alright, I’m adding working as a postman to my ‘things to do before I die’ list.

I guess I somehow knew that being a post man would be a cool job when I wanted to be one when I was a kid :p