Category Archives: Yellow Stuff

Somebody Help!

I just opened my email to realise that I have a exam tomorrow. Scheduled by IIT. Which I am supposed to give with a friend who I think lives in Fort Knox.

*Whistles innocently because mum told me to remember the date*


I Made a Cat. Because.

Just when the moments arise when I’m seriously considering deleting my blog and never ever thinking about it again, I find gems like Cat-like Icon Maker.

So I made a cat. Because.



It was originally supposed to be my sister in . . . um . . . cat form, with her emotionless expression and her freaky suspicious eyes (no, I’m kidding, sis. Really) but the question mark was way too cute not to add.

I want to make cats for everyone I know now, so watch out for more kitties on my blog.

My readers (you, my dears) won’t be spared. Beware.

I Fear I Have Discovered the Secret

So, as I ranted about in here absolutely nobody with a speck of intelligent (or just plain stubbornness) wants the new add post page.

So, messing about with the internet, I found I could access the old page without wasting two hours.

Simply add ‘/login’ after typing your website’s address.


P.S. Doesn’t work? I really don’t care. Kidding! You can tell me.

P.P.S. If anyone had already figured this out, try and not tell me. I’m riding on the high of doing something vaguely intellectual.

Ten things I learned the hard way:

Yeah, DEFINITELY don’t bring your weed when you turn yourself in to the police.

Plays Well With Words

Last week I enjoyed some time in a mental institution. I know, I know, anyone who reads this blog could have told me I was crazy, but I guess I needed professional confirmation. Anyway, here’s a few lessons I’ve learned the hard way:

1. Don’t bring your weed when you turn yourself in to the police.


2. Wearing a “I want to die, ask me why” shirt to the loony bin won’t score you any sanity points.


3. Being desperate for alone time can make even a trip to the psych ward calming.


4. The ability to go outside when you want to is a luxury not to be taken for granted.

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5. Spending hours on end with a small group of like-minded individuals is wonderful for forming great friendships.


6. Some non-profits have to use tarps and duct tape as a pillow (no wonder we all were nuts).

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The key

Imagine giving your key to everyone. Imagine having the everyone’s key.
<This could be made into a short film.

Plays Well With Words

I sometimes want a look inside the deeper world I know you hide. But your mind is locked and you hoard the key. I can only see what you let me see.

So I’ll skim the surface waiting for, the day you decide to open the door.

If that day never comes to be, remember it was you who held the key.

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Just To Say I’m Not Dead

As much as I want to update this blog as regularly as possible, I have been unable to do so because zombies and the purple monster under my bed keep killing me.

If you didn’t know already, it’s a tedious business coming back from the dead. I mean, the paperwork! First, there’s a twenty page long form to describe how you died and why you want to go back to ‘The Land of the Living’. Also, the office is run by old sods who don’t know what a blog is . . . or apartments . . . or females who can actually go out . . .

As I said, tedious.

Back to the point though, I haven’t been able to update this blog regularly. This year thought, I am trying to make an actual commitment and write stuff beforehand so I can just type up and publish it without fuss (much). It may take time, cuz my end of year exams end in the last week of February and I haven’t studied a bit, and the whole book(s) are coming for each damned subject and I HAVEN’T STUDIED ANYTHING and oh shit, I’ll fail this year and repeat the year with my juniurs who are going to mock and ostracise me and I’m going to be forever alone. *breathes into a paper bag*

Aaaanyway. *clears throat* I have been making art tutorials–from hand grips, to different types of shading and colouring, to drawing implements–so if anyone is on the lookout for some kind of help on any kind of topic based on anything art related, I’ll do me best to write a post on it or refer you to someone else. The tutorials will be published from March onwards weekly (2-3 every Thursday possibly).

Thank you, and have a nice day/evening/afternoon/dusk/dawn/you get the gist.


Is that a zombie with a meat cleaver coming towards me?



Depression really sucks.

The writer sums up depression really beautifully: “I really wish that saying “I’m depressed” was akin to saying, “Excuse me, but it appears I’m trapped in a swampy pond right now, and I’m having a hard time climbing to the surface. Is there any chance you would mind helping me out? Thank you ever so kindly.” Because that’s the truth of it. You aren’t weak. You are literally trapped somewhere that you don’t have total control over. Please: know that. Own that. Recognize that. You can’t figure out your escape plan until you know what you’re fighting against.”

Gah! Two Years Already . . .

So WordPress very kindly reminded me that today is the two year anniversary of my blog.

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Why, thank you.

I started this thing mainly out of boredom and mixed feelings of hey-I-should-get-more-stuff-to-boast-about and hey-people-are-idiots-let’s-turn-to-the-internet.

I’m not sure what to do with this blog anymore. Mainly because when i started this, I was just getting into writing for other people and I didn’t know how.

Most of what I’ve written in the early stages include masterpieces ranging from “When she was talking about Peace, why did I have an image of flamingoes down by the lake?” to “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Yes, well . . .

I digress. I really don’t know what to do with this blog anymore so if humans/genetically advanced lifeforms/that guy I met on the bus is reading this, please deign to read comment praise maniacally. Praising maniacally. Yes that works.

Meanwhile, I’ll have cake.

Wait . . . Where did it go?



*backs away slowly*

Never mind.


JM Randolph, accidentalstepmom

Eight years ago today my nephew Mark was born.

I can’t think about Mark now without also thinking about my niece Colby, who was born in January of 2010. Both of them were born with different, fatal birth defects.

Mark had Anencephaly: A congenital absence of the brain and cranial vault, with the cerebral hemispheres completely missing or greatly reduced in size.

Colby had Trisomy-18: A genetic disorder in which a person has a third copy of genetic material from chromosome 18, instead of the usual two copies.

Years before Mark was born, I became aware that the way babies are allotted here on earth can at times seem remarkably unfair. I’ve known people desperate to conceive, who can’t; much-wanted babies who stayed only a short time; people completely unable to care for a child who do conceive despite precautions. It seemed to me that whoever was in charge…

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