Hey guys, sorry for not being here a lot, I've honestly took a vacation with my family in the last two weeks. I am building a summer house to my design because of the new hobby. I’d never made anything larger than a kitchen seat before, so I am really proud of this. I guess it will spend whole summer days in my workshop. I all get into situations where my things go quickly, but the workshop is on fire because the space is limited so I was advised to have a water heater installed outside of the workspace (near my bathroom so I can use them in cold days as well).
People often say that having pimples is no big deal, but that’s far from true. There are no words to express the anger for this ugly fucking problem. I started getting pimple when I was in highschool and they won’t go away even I have tried every god damn topical I can get my hands. Sometimes, I hate my face so much! I lose confidence with all the acne scars that completely drained my self-esteem and my life and my future.
I have had bad varicose veins since I was 18 and I really hate the large, swollen blood vessels found predominantly in the legs. You guys are very lucky without varicose veins! I have had mine removed three times, and yes new ones pop up...and out! If you like me, one of the unlucky 55 percent of women in the United States who suffer from varicose veins, then simply following these ideas to prevent varicose veins, it will also make you feel healthier in general.
If you need a Floor Jack, look no further than Arcan ALJ3T Aluminum Floor Jack! I've been working on my own cars and family for over 10 years. My previous old jack I bought from Costco. I’ve been using the same floor jack for over 7 years. The price for this floor jack was $100, which is the best price for high quality and capable floor jack.
Before I say anything, I have to confess that I just googled how to spell ‘blazer’. I’m not illiterate, nor is that word unfamiliar to me, but it just looked so foreign when I typed it. Kind of like when you write/say any one word over and over again until it looks/sounds ridiculous, except I skipped that journey and got right to the destination: blazer=wtf? But I digress…
All you know is I’m an illustrator, a front-end developer, a traveler, a comics nerd, and someday I’ll get back into keeping snakes and fish. But none of these things takes precedence over woodworking, although, I’m still a newbie here.
Last week I was a super lucky duck because my company sent me to Auckland for its annual Graduate Development Conference. An all-expenses paid trip overseas to a country I’ve never been to before? It’s like winning the corporate lottery I tell ya. The conference itself was a little bit different than what you might assume conferences are like, because it was only people from my company in attendance, and more specifically it was all new graduates (from all of the Australian and NZ offices) who’d just joined the company in the last 2-8 months.
Today I wanted to change things up a bit, so I invited my little sister Alycia to write about something she wished she’d known (or listened to!) when she was younger. I hate to be the know-it-all older sister, but I tried for years to get her to see the value in experiencing life abroad, far away from home. It wasn’t until I brought her along with me on one of my trips that she really truly figured it out, and as a 23 year old who’s mere months away from graduating university, I’d say she figured it out just in time. Ain’t nothing like a trip to Iceland to change your perspective!
Seven months after my post about “Training My Little Hands to Learn To Draw Again”, I’m finally confident enough to show the result of this painstaking and slow process.
Sometimes, it would take some little “accidents” to happen to our lives to propel us into action.
Sometimes, I have this paranoid thought that my hands would one day forget how to draw. I know it’s a crazy thought. Humans have always had this innate desire within us to try to make sense of our existence and of the world around us through drawing. Our earliest ancestors, the cave people have already learned this craft thousands of years ago.
My drawing and doodling habits have stopped since January this year. Ten months of hiatus is such a long time and I’m thankful that finally, I managed to command my hands to hold that pencil to draw again.