Am currently really busy working on my Zakum Project. This shall be like, a big Zak! I shall give all of you Zak keychains. Because I adore this big one too much for me to give it away.
Yay!
Keychains!
For Maple illiterate people, this is what Zakum looks like:
Day 1:
Day 2:
Also, check my DeviantArt account, I'll be posting the progress there. Tomorrow I hope to finish the crown, attach it to the head if its dry, make the tablet, and possibly one arm.
Here's a thought I had when coming home from AEP. (I think in strictly rhymes sometimes, an example of how language completely determines what I can think.)
Why's a heart always "broken" and hope always "crushed"; hate always "seething" and our love always "hushed"?
I'm starting to get very, very emotionally weary.
Sigh.