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Dalai Lama’s 18 rules for living

1. Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk.
2. When you lose, don’t lose the lesson.
3. Follow the three Rs:
- 1. Respect for self
- 2. Respect for others
- 3. Responsibility for all your actions.
4. Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.
5. Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly.
6. Don’t let a little dispute injure a great friendship.
7. When you realize you’ve made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.
8. Spend some time alone every day.
9. Open your arms to change, but don’t let go of your values.
10. Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.
11. Live a good, honourable life. Then when you get older and think back, you’ll be able to enjoy it a second time.
12. A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life.
13. In disagreements with loved ones, deal only with the current situation. Don’t bring up the past.
14. Share your knowledge. It’s a way to achieve immortality.
15. Be gentle with the earth.
16. Once a year, go someplace you’ve never been before.
17. Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.
18. Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.

I apologise profusely. I have been completely exam-less for the last 6 days, but I can vouch for myself when I say that I spent half of it in a half-awake stupor that still hasn’t quite gone away.¹

Anyway, now that I feel more awake, and seen that my friends have been adding to their blogs, I figured I might as well add some of my thoughts out there into the big world wide web 2.0. Um.

I apologise that this will be a drawing-less post. I don’t have a scanner with me, and since I forgot the power supply for the main laptop, I can’t even use my tablet. Still, its given me a good opportunity to catch up with my sketchbooks, and indeed I have been spending the time redesigning some characters for a comic you may never see. Also to return to pixel art, not that I ever did much in the first place, but until I have a crochet hook all I can do is sketch with pencil and make pictures pixel by pixel with the netbook touchpad.

Here have some pixel “art”;

I wish I could figure out a way to export some of the animated sprites from a program I’m using so you can see hatwearer walking, but until then its just stills of these…things that I’ve previously uploaded to this blog in another post.

In the meantime I have been looking after some rather large puppies whom are almost adult sized and waiting for one of my best friends to return to Teesside, so that we can show off our ball dresses and look pretty.

1. I have, in the space of 2 days left my straighteners at my father’s, my main laptop’s power supply in Durham, and my brand new shockingly bright coat at my cousin’s house [↩]

Again, I’m writing this from Microsoft Office 2007¹, because I am an amazing person, and in my wishes to get some revision done – in which I have – I’ve blocked my own site on Firefox thanks to LeechBlock, and figured it was easier to use Office than open up Chrome and go through all manners of crazy things to get to my site to use the limited editor. I think I’m throwing the rest to the day away to frivolous things, each revision sessions gets to me more and more, and I believe I’m saying things that I wouldn’t normally say to people. I’m sure that I’m sounding like a right nymphomaniac to a certain group of people, as a boring whiny angster who has nothing interesting to another group, and as extremely distant, inattentive and repetitive to those last few not covered by the others.

I can no longer deny that I am not a part of democracy. Actually, I couldn’t do that before, but today feels like it’s on a grander scheme.

Yes. I voted. As I’ve said to others, I won’t be telling you who I voted for, but I’ll tell you that I’m ashamed that my first vote was such a challenge to pick. Since I wasn’t voting at home – I had been registered for Middlesbrough² I had to contend with Durham’s candidates. The campaigning styles of some made me reluctant to vote for the party whose leader I’d really like to see walk out of 10 Downing Street. It was a horrible balancing act of ‘my vote will count for’ against ‘but my values are’ against ‘but I don’t want someone like that representing the region’. So I’m not too happy, but at least I have voted, and that is that.

I can’t be the only one who is sat on the edge of my seat waiting for these results – even knowing it’s going to be quite some time before the results come in.

Anyway, might go do some maths. Revision is depressing,³ but revising maths makes me slightly happier. Failing that, I’ll try on the new boots I bought today, make myself a cup of tea, and watch some more Bobobo while eating nutella straight from the jar. Then I’ll pad out the dwarf and Halfling, and rewrite the first mini comic so that it’s actually funny. Oh procrastination.

And because a blog post isn’t a blog post on here without a picture;

Meet the Sparkly Good Fairy, sans lipstick. Whoops.

1. how do you tag things in this thing? seriously [↩]
2. but my housemate so kindly registered me at the Durham house without asking [↩]
3. and amplifies everything I dislike about myself [↩]

It always astounds me when I think about how long I’ve had some stories swimming around in my head. Given that I am relatively young compared to most of the population, these stories have existed for a significant amount of my life, and some (most) of them are even older than the friendships I’ve forged. Since I’ve finally met someone who inspires me to keep working at my art,¹ I just want to get something out there. I was going to do the Pirate story, but I realised there is just so much I need to sort out. It’s strayed away from the initial feeling I wanted to go for, although it kept some of the personal issues I wanted to raise.²

Then there was the detective one – but I need to do far more research on various things to do it with, mostly crimes and stuff.

Then I remembered my 2^nd earliest non-science fantasy story – the one about ghosts and angels in a world that was ravaged by war, and has only just began to return to normal. It’s almost 3 years old as a serious concept. I spent one of my summer holidays working on it to stop myself from becoming painfully bored of 3Ss holidays³ and now I think it might be the time to seriously do something with it. I posted up some comparisons of the 4 main characters from 3 years ago and how they look now; and the differences are minimal in one, and astounding in the other. Take a look for yourself:

Oh yeah, did I mention I have exams coming up? You could tell because I’ve been drawing instead of memorising derivations of how the galaxies aren’t bright enough compared to their masses because of dark matter and bound high velocity stars or something. Elliptical shapes from non-isotropic random velocity orbits and whatnot.⁴

But yes, this project is back on the brain, and I had better damn work on it after exams have ended.

1. http://lenkobiscuit.deviantart.com [↩]
2. Being half-race, I’m not quite sure where I fit in – too dark to be white, and too light to be black, and then that begs the question of where your primary loyalty lies – I personally think the answer is in friendships. No one cares what race you are in a friendship. [↩]
3. 3Ss: Sun, Sea, Sand – if you were wondering [↩]
4. I got 2.5/10 on a question for this module. I do not enjoy the maths for astronomy, I just like looking at the pretty stars and their spectral lines. [↩]

26 mins for a 16 min journey, and I still managed to miss my connecting train, even with an oyster card. I didn’t count on the platform steps in Waterloo to be closed, and the insane amount of steps and escalators needed just to get through Kings Cross.

The trains are also insanely busy! Stupid volcanic ash, its all your fault! Here I was, gloating because it wouldn’t affect me, and it did. Ah well.

I’m almost home now.