My fwiend in dawkness, Suddenly, is weleasing hew evil monstews! Cute little cweepews fow youw little dawlings! Go thewe to peek peek and buy buy! >:"D
*Clue: replace the "w" with "r", then you can go "aaa" and kick me in the nuts...
Speaking of sisters... happy birthday to my darling one Pit... hope you'll get all the blissful blisses you've been waiting for, sooner than soon! Je t'aime Mek! :*
My favorite drawing of the week... preeettyyy stitchings and watercoloring by Muli of the ensembles she put on during the holidays. They are oh so delicious!!!
{ the silent smelly victory, a true story } it was a third grade story, in the year nineteen ninety. with a class teacher who hated me, for being so fat and oh so clumsy. afraid to tell him honestly, that my bladder was going blinky. so on my chair i peepeed secretly, with my skirt sponging carefully. the stinky number one went smoothly, with absolute notice by nobody. i still wonder how was it really, none figured out why the hell i was so smelly.
It's the end of the world in a Tuesday night. It's a dry spell on heaven and hell with no food left to bite. Only two left on the table, the walrus and the dancer. With a gun to decide sooner than cancer. The answer is there in their Russian roulette. Whose fate will replace the main course's fillet.
Last month's Kamar's Bukan Bazaar was not only fun, but also full of surprises! I finally met Cecil, and got this aweeesome artwork she made for me! For me! For me! For me! *doing the butt dance*
The colors are oh so beautiful, even more than these photos can show. And she also wrote a lyric along with it: "One lazy afternoon, Miss Tatiana taught her pet owl how to dance polka, while resting on her lollipop-colored sofa."
I wish I can really have that lollipop-colored sofa like you drew! And the owl! And the hair! And the blushing cheeks! And...and...and...
This is Anisa Tegar Insani { Nisa }. She is three and a half years old, but she still cannot walk and talk, with her 20 pounds body weight, and a brain which the doctor said to be smaller than the normal size. She is so small that she can fit into Yola's seven-months-baby's clothes.
Her family is very poor. Her mother had very insufficient nutrition when she was pregnant with Nisa. She barely could afford food than occasional cheap instant noodles that are terribly unhealthy. That's why Nisa was born in a bad condition.
Her father does all kinds of labour works, while her mother and grandmother take care of the house and Nisa, in a very tiny one-bedroom house, which can only allow them to sleep one at a time because there is no room for all four to have a good rest.
According to doctors at Cipto Mangunkusumo Hospital, there is still hope for Nisa to improve her health, but she needs weekly therapy for that. To help her walk, she needs a specific pair of shoes to support her very tiny feet. The shoes cost one million rupiahs.
If you want to help Nisa, you can donate anything you can. Fund is collected in Yolanda Chandra's BCA account 5270505921. Food and clothes can be sent to Yola's mother in law { who lives right next to Nisa, and is helping to collect the stuffs for her }, Sri Widiastuti at Jl. Pasar Baru Timur Dalam 13B, Jakarta. Don't worry if you cannot donate or send anything, you can still participate by joining this Facebook group.
If you want to know further details, you can contact Yola at pardallic@yahoo.com
it's tea time, myfanwy! me whiskers are dry and thirsty, said alfie. why not you come, myfanwy? yer tea better not be cold already. wouldn't you love to see me new suit, myfanwy? the new suit i've asked you since early. the new suit you have not got me, myfanwy. the new suit i must sew meself, said alfie. the new suit that looks like you, myfanwy.
oh bloody owl, cries alfie. how have i forgotten already? this new suit i've hoped you'd fancy. it's trims of yer body, myfanwy. oh no, oh well, too badly. now i get to show it to nobody. but let's not be all too weary. though you cannot come, myfanwy. me whiskers are dry and thirsty, said alfie. so it's still time for tea time, myfanwy!
and i'll remember you, myfanwy. every time i do me laundry.
John popped by and took me for a stroll in the yellow submarine. We went to the pub, the toilet, the octopus' garden, and anywhere in between. He healed my wounded eyes, and replaced them with lemon-flavored diamonds. He walked me back home, and before he said good bye, he tucked me in the sky with almonds.
Thanks Suddenly's for inviting me to assist yer haunted spot! Happy to meet new friends, our dangerously shop-urging neighbor Juju and Connie (errr do I spell it rite?) + Vantiani and Mikisi, whose oh so vintage table was my favorite at the bazaar + the coolest tattoo on the neck, property of Mr. Glenn, our right corner kind neighbor + Mba Ida from the unbelievably crafty Retrogogo + finally meeting Miss Daysz for the first time, yeah mamih it's like we've known you for ages though we've just met! + of course, my long-awaited-to-meet friend, Cecil who gave me an amaaazing surprise which I will be posting soon after!
Mucho thanks also to Jule + Miss Ong for shopping by and for the ride home! :"D
(Photos from Blackenthered & Smokey O's click click at Kamar's Bukan Bazaar.)