Scoooore!!

Or I mean hole in one.

Some time ago I was suppose to go golfing with my flatmate and two friends. So they went to meat me in front of my building. But because I am a bit slow they send my flatmate in to get me. The thing is that when he is in one elevator on his way up I’m already in the other elevator on my way down. A classic isn’t it? When he gets down again we both notice that we have forgotten to take our passports with us (we need them to get over the border from Gibraltar to Spain) so we both go up again to get them. One of our friends is at this point really irritated and the other one is just very amused.

After that little delay we finally manage to cross the border and go to the golfing area. When we walk inside to pay we notice that it is really quiet, too quiet. In fact there are no people around at all and then, we see a note with the opening hours. They closed 5 minutes before we got there. Unlucky I would say.

To still finish the evening with doing something fun we went to eat at a tapas restaurant in La Linea. The tapas were delicious and the finishing meat plate really finished us off. It was a mountain of meat and even though we were four people, three of us manly men, we could not finish it. Later when I got home tired and filled with meat I got inspired to draw this little picture.

Ps, The man on the picture is one of the employees at the golfing range that was playing after working hours.

On one dark day

....she asked the clouds to gather. By touching the sky with her hands she let the light gather above her head ready to let it spread over the world. For a moment, with the power bursting through her body tearing her human side asunder, she felt no fear and no remorse. In that moment she was ready to fight together with this world.

Some days ago I was really pissed over something (sorry can’t tell you the reason because it’s very personal). I was so angry I did not know what to do with myself. So I ended up in my bed with tears running down my face, drawing my anger away. Afterwards I dried my tears and looked at what I had created. Somehow my drawing is better when I am very emotional. I think I draw too much with my heart. It did however feel really good to take something bad like my anger and make it into something good. But even if this is one of my better pieces it can still get a lot better, especially my skill in drawing hands and feet. They are just so damn hard to draw.

Ah!! Evil lives in my mailbox

No just kidding. It only rented it for a couple of days, paying with terror and misery.

A little horror is good for inspiration I noticed. So a draw this picture to show you the evil that took a bit of my dignity.

When I got home the other day and was going to check my mailbox I got a nasty surprise. When I opened it up this little fellow was inside ready to bite my head off.

Chocked by fear a screamed loudly and slammed the lid shut and locked it. Lucky for me no one was around to laugh at my little scene. Well home in my apartment a thought "Well it's no big deal. I can ask my flatmate to bring in the mail". So when he got home I asked him if he is afraid of spiders. He looks chocked at me and says: "Spiders! Where?!" That face expression was priceless. I wish I had taken a picture of it. Anyway, so he is out of the question.

The next day I ask the guard or janitor of this building, not sure what he is really: "Are you afraid of spiders?" He looks at me with almost the same expression as my flatmate and says: "It depends on how big they are". Hihihi, I didn't tell him it was a small one. So he get a plastic bag from Morrisons as protection over his hand and follows me to the mailbox. Passing the elevator I hear the guy who just stepped in laughing his ass off. Damn him!

Once we open the mailbox that little bugger jumps up the guards face an bite him. Nah that was a lie. The spider wasn't there anymore, he must have known we were coming. So the guard removes the spider web left and even he laughs at me. I felt like I left a part of my dignity with that spider but it was worth it. Still I am scared of looking in the mailbox again. These evil creatures of Gibraltar. They are bigger and more poisonous than I am used to and I am scared.