Now this begins to be ridiculous. What on earth is wrong with these chicks? Once I finished a bird-painting, I went straight to bed. On the next dawn I woke up in such a loud croaks and snivels coming from my living room. I shambled my way over there and then the noise stopped. During this awkward silence, I turned my head and glanced at my window...
Huge pile of jackdaws sitting on my window sill, just staring at me through those blinds. Weren't frightened at all, but I was instead. They didn't fly away nor made any sounds apart from the few which did whine a little. I walked silently over to the blinds and closed them. After my little
FINALLY I moved my ass to do some animation! ------> http://vidorulla.blogspot.com/2012/04/deathclock-animation.html
Spring is sucking the life out of me. All the sunlight and.... Ugh... Too... Much... Pressure....
Kuolinkello is my childhood character. Because of my SLI, I didn't understand the time, or a clock in that matter. Everytime I got late or didn't knew when I had to meet someone, I invented the creature named Kuolinkello and I blamed it for moving the clock's pointers.
That little bastard. :sarcasm:
Once upon a time there was the North Oracle, Nuuk. He knew the secrets of the world- all of them, because he himself was one of the greatest and dearest secrets of the Arctic Circle.
Nuuk loved everything white and cold. He loved walking on the snow and sliding on it's bright ice-fields, but once on the pure white winter day, he discovered something black from the abyss of the glacier. It was a bottle of something that even the Oracle Nuuk did not knew beforehand.
Nuuk was so fascinated by the colour in the bottle, that he began to paint and write with it's liquid all day long. Soon, however, he became so obsessed by the ink, that he
Oh dear. I made a list about all the funny things I've said.
(19 year-old) CONVERSTATION WITH MY FRIEND:
Friend: I don't actually know, why I adore Marilyn Monroe.
Me: Well, maybe it's because you adore her strenght to stand all that crap in her life. You know, men and all.
Friend: She made a suicide.
Me: Hm... Yes she did.
CONVERSTATION WITH MY DANCING TEACHER AS A KID:
Me: Why you're not getting married with your boyfriend?
Teacher: Because I'm not ready for that kind of thing.
Me: So you still live alone?
Teacher: Yes, I do.
Me: What are you? A hooker?
(I didn't learn that word from home.)
AT THE HOSPITAL TO S
I made a song about "Walking in the Air" and I sang it to the end with a really high octave. I DIDN'T KNOW THAT I HAD MY VOICE SO HIGH! :faint:
It's on youtube, you can pay a visit over there and check it out by yourself. -> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b0Scf5lvn4A&feature=plcp&context=C37db315UDOEgsToPDskLqrFGFGUA9ZU_KmeuUBuVG
I put my old piano songs in there as well, you know- my own piano compositions. Just go check my channel and you'll meet them there. -> http://www.youtube.com/user/Norulla/videos?feature=context&sort=dd&page=1&view=u
I'm doing a letter to someone, that I admire and I'm freaked out. I've never wrote to anyone and I