Mini Mini Mini Moe

Meemo: well hung

2010-01-06T17:16:00.004+08:00

Peekabooboo, Meemo's here.
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"i hang myself..."

“Language... has created the word "loneliness" to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word "solitude" to express the glory of being alone.” - Paul Tillich

“I owe my solitude to other people.” - Alan Watts

light is 7 colours

2009-12-31T19:23:00.005+08:00

Reflecting on 2009, I've found this, I've lost that, I've found it, but I will always love and learn to laugh. Happy New Year everyone :)
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"i wish the colours never ended..."

“We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called Opportunity and its first chapter is New Year's Day.” - Edith Lovejoy Pierce

“Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.” - C.S. Lewis

“Cheers to a new year and another chance for us to get it right." - Oprah Winfrey

a little cirrus, a touch of nimbostratus, and a dash of cumulus.

2009-12-28T06:50:00.004+08:00

Inspired by song 'Sway' by The Perishers
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"you'll be my solid ground..."

"A pessimist only sees the dark side of the cloud, and mopes; a philosopher sees both side and shrugs; an optimist doesn't even see the clouds at all - he's walking on them." - Leonard L. Levinson

"Things are pretty, graceful, rich, elegant, handsome but until they speak to the imagination, not yet beautiful." - Ralph Waldo Emerson

lost

2009-12-19T15:01:00.002+08:00

"i'll see you someday..."

"Just think how happy you would be if you lost everything you have right now, and then got it back again." - Frances Rodman

i cant find you

2009-12-14T13:34:00.003+08:00

This one goes out to all the nice people out there. As long as you believe in yourself and you believe yourself to be nice, its for you. This one is dedicated to an Eleanor Ng, who left me a drawing in my inbox and it inspired me to draw this. Thank you for being nice!
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"I know it will."

"We cannot do great things on this Earth, only small things with great love." - Mother Teresa

tough

2009-11-23T23:40:00.006+08:00

This will be a different kind of entry if you do follow miniminiminimoe because it is neither drawings, poems, or stories. This is the flow of my current thoughts, raw.

Raw to the extend that I type as I think, I do not even rationalise/look at it from different angles before typing.

Raw is a cute word.

I find myself to be in a very childish position whereby I am reluctant to change, I do not want to move out of my comfort zone even though I know I should. Stubborn.

When it comes to comedy, I am definitely blessed. In fact, I am incredibly blessed, having actively done comedy only since March 2009, now in November 2009, I have had shows in Malaysia and even given the opportunity to perform in Australia's biggest comedy club. A chance that really do not come by to 'newbies' like me. There is no doubt, no question that all of this can only be achieved with God by your side.

However, there is always a balance in things.

I am not 'gifted' in a lot of other things. I find myself to have many shortcomings. I find it difficult to learn to accept a lot of things, I find it hard not to excel motivated by people important to me. I find it hard to accept my worth.

Nevertheless, I accept all these as me. But I also wonder if I accept them because I dont want to face them, or do I accept them because I have already faced them?

I'd like to think that I put a lot of heart and sincerity into my shows. I'd like to think that I'm merely sharing with you a joke that I have just told myself earlier. I want to be real and honest. I dont want to be a stranger. I want you to know, that if I wasn't on stage but sitting next to you, I am just like you.

However, I believe I am a really mellow person by nature. I'm an urban hermit, almost a social-misfit, and near social retardation...and ALL these ARE the things that allow me to do comedy as I do today. Because of all these 'assumingly negative' traits, I naturally observe different things and just by chance, things that tickles my fancy, can be translated into humour for others.

Therefore, I find myself in a predicament. It feels like at this stage, it is imperative for me to upkeep a facade and 'act my job'. I realise people aren't too comfortable knowing me as a 'comedian' is silent most of the time. I'm sure people are okay and most will 'have an inclination' that 'comedians' can be quite the emo people but not many truly understands and accepts.

It is difficult for me to balance the both. On one hand I want to positively share my upcoming shows and that definite should be done a 'happier tone' but once that is done, I am still myself. A lot of things go through my mind, most are not as 'happy sounding', some are rather negative, but I feel pressured into not sharing them because of the views of my profession.

I find it hard to be sincere and insincere at the same time. I want people to know. Its hard to be sincere because I cannot share the negatives, yet feel insincere because I am not being honest with who I am and what makes me, me.

Just also want to say, you will never find your freedom if you cannot define for yourself the things you generate and produce - thoughts, actions, and intentions.

rain or shine.

"There is an eternal landscape, a geography of the soul; we search for its outlines all our lives" - Josephine Hart

army turtle

2009-11-13T01:47:00.004+08:00

Turtle felt the pain,
Bringing a shell and fears,
The trail ahead remains unstained,
The trail behind dribbled with tears.

His claws brushes the dirt,
And paddles slowly but firmly,
Now his chest starts to hurt,
This familiar vibe remains prickly.

At the pace he's swimming,
He cannot even be sure,
If the routes are waiting,
Or if he must swim clear.

However dark however low,
The direction he moves towards,
Eventhough he receives a blow,
A stroke forward is a step forward.

So,

He continues,
In the blues.

Of the sand and sea,
A soulful soldier he will be.

Until he reaches the light,
And swims in the sunbright.

+jenhan

they swim above us, they fly below us. we are the dormant.

"The longest journey a man must take is the eighteen inches from his head to his heart" - Anon

"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I - I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference." - Robert Frost

balloon misfit

2009-11-12T01:25:00.004+08:00

This little stretch of gum,
Is different from the others,
When she floats she hums,
When she asks she cares.

A choice not hers,
She stood out from the pack,
Luck for her is only a rumour,
But fondly Fate's got her back.

Neither round nor wrong,
Neither chance nor was it karma,
She’s a balloon born oblong,
She's a balloon shaped like a papaya.

Papaya was born a performer,
So she tries to entertain,
But no one stops to chatter,
Pity no one understands her pain.

She flutters and she flies,
And drifts into the unknown,
No one tells the truth only lies,
With that who wouldn't feel alone?

But all that work in the sky,
Travelling under the Sun's glow,
She happens to meet someone shy,
It appears only after the mellow,
She says hi and waits for a reply,
She waits awhile,

And

"Hi" said the Rainbow.

+jenhan

a ballooning glow

"To say 'I love you' one must first be able to say the 'I.'" - Ayn Rand

Miss Cactus the cactus miss.

2009-09-25T06:42:00.002+08:00

Do cactuses get thirsty,
And will they feel the heat,
These questions are aplenty,
Seeking them is imminent defeat.

Miss Cactus you are pretty,
But all you see are thorns,
For attention you become greedy,
From water insecurities are born.

Miss Cactus longs for aqua,
Yet she worships the flare,
You know its really karma,
When deception is a regular affair.

The tangerine Sun is the light,
Miss Cactus' universe seem bright,
The Rain descends the sky is broken,
And color white becomes an illusion.

While Sun and the Rain tango,
I often ask but I will never pry,
Why do you kiss the seven glows,
When once bitten twice shy.

+Jenhan

the exit before the entry

“One of the greatest titles we can have is "old friend". We never appreciate how important old friends are until we are older. The problem is we need to start our old friendships when we are young. We then have to nurture and grow those friendships over our middle age when a busy life and changing geographies can cause us to neglect those friends. Today is the day to invest in those people we hope will call us 'old friend" in the years to come.” - Grant Fairley

in hindsight i now live the past and present simultaneously.

2009-08-27T12:53:00.004+08:00

"I did not know how",
was never the best to start,
today I scratch my brow,
looking at grass grow apart.

I did not water the plants,
I carelessly overlooked Nature's deeds,
while you cared for my wants,
while you took attention to my needs.

"now that I know more",
I know knowing now will never restore,
this is only fair retribution,
as I peek up to adore,
and to celebrate your tree's fruition.
toujours.

+Jenhan

sunshine face

"Retribution often means that we eventually do to ourselves what we have done unto others."
- Eric Hoffer

A heart with a point

2009-07-23T01:32:00.004+08:00

His boots sink into grimy earth with each step he takes. The grass is a bitter olive green, trampled by his boots, black and relentless. He looks ahead to see a fort made of wood. Much like a beaver dam, it was built piece by piece, chunk by chunk, all by himself.

General Han is a one man army with a big fort. Has been a one man army with a big fort for many years now. Han never needed numbers by his side. His predicament doesn’t demand it, for you see, General Han is at war, with no one but himself.

It is extravagantly obscure that General Han builds a fort for protection when the adversary walks in and out as he pleases, just as he himself would. When he sleeps, so does the enemy. When he weeps, so does his enemy. So they said, keep your friends close, your enemies closer.

In his fort is a room, in his room a plastic throne. Everyday General Han would take place on it pondering of things foreign to him. He would wonder what it feels like to be a comet. He would secretly wish to be a shooting star. He always believed that when shooting stars fly by, the other stars actually stop to watch. He would also secretly wish to be the indigo in a rainbow.

General Han’s boots may be black and relentless but the man wears an oversize jacket. Cynics would translate it as inferiority to himself. They see that General Han always seems to be falling short of something. He seems to not fit in. He seems to lack. He was either too untimely, too timely, too unconvincing, or even too kind. But then again, maybe it’s just an oversized jacket, that’s all.

One day, a voice called out from outside the fort, “Han...” It sounded like a whisper, but a loud whisper. Han stood up on his plastic throne from inside his room to peek out the window. He sees no one. “I seek you”, said the voice, this time sounding more female but still gently soft. “Who are you and why?” replied Han.

There was silence.

This whisper doesn’t say much. Perhaps it did, but it was too soft to be audible.

“Are you there? I can’t hear you. Why don’t you send me a mail? So I can read it.” Han yelled out.

There was more silence. Han tip-toed. He then caught a glimpse of tree branches shaking, apparent to be from the quick blow of a breeze. What a sight. Tree branch after tree branch followed suit, from the furthest coming closer. A split second later, Han sees a ‘point’. It was an arrow.

This arrow flew into his room and hit the back wall. It had a note on it. It was in an envelop, made of hemp, in the shape of a heart. Not the shape of love, but a heart.

He grabbed the arrow careful not to damage its feathers. It was a nice arrow. He yanked it and yanked it he couldn’t. He exerted more force and eventually it detached from the wall. For a while, there was a tiny rumbling in the wall.

The heart in hand, he walked back to his plastic throne, sat down, and held the heart in both hands. Just as he was about to open the heart to understand its content, a loud tumbling sound thundered from behind. The back wall was crumbling down. Chunks after chunk fall apart, one block made its way to a nearby pot. General Han’s cooking pot.

Just like the roar of applause, an ovation, the chunks fell on and on, block after block sounding like claps. It was as though, the fort was cheering its own demise. The sides starts falling, followed by the front end of the fort while the back starts catching fire from his cooking pot.

General Han remains seated on his throne celebrated by a thunderous applause of wood, a heart in his hand, unopened still. He starts weeping. By this time, he was already surrounded by an eventual ring of fire. All it took was a pointy stick with beautiful feathers, and a heart attached. General Han’s fort now settles on the grimy earth with the bitter olive colored greens.

He cries in defeat. He had lost to the enemy.

cloudy eyes

"People are unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered. Love them anyway.
If you do good, people may accuse you of selfish motives. Do good anyway.
If you are successful, you may win false friends and true enemies. Succeed anyway.
The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway.
Honesty and transparency make you vulnerable. Be honest and transparent anyway.
What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight. Build anyway.
People who really want help may attack you if you help them. Help them anyway.
Give the world the best you have and you may get hurt. Give the world your best anyway."
- Mother Teresa

Meemo: shussh.

2009-06-21T03:14:00.003+08:00

"go away, you're in my space."

Meemo drawn with blue chalk.

"Be willing to be uncomfortable. Be comfortable being uncomfortable. It may get tough, but it's a small price to pay for living a dream." - Peter McWilliams

Joe: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven!

2009-06-15T04:20:00.004+08:00

"hee, it feels like a butterfly landed on the tip of my nose and it tickles."

Here are two quotes which I treasure equally the same though they have different connotations:

"The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears." - John Vance Cheney

"Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true." - Lyman Frank Baum

Miniminiminimoe has been awarded with "The Adorable Blog Award" by a Ms. JoyceyVoicy and we really appreciate it.

On other news, I really need to get a new mouse, I have to draw on my laptop now, holding the button on the laptop while navigating the mouse because the buttons on the mouse itself are dead.

*this drawing is dedicated to a rainbow.

One of those situations.

2009-06-13T21:03:00.006+08:00

No drawings to share but a tale of a bus stop, an ice-cream man, and a liar.

I live in a corner house and across the road are a park and a bus stop. 15 years ago, it would be the busiest bus stop of the area and being the busiest, it was inevitably the noisiest and dirtiest.

Soon buses were rerouted but the bus stop remained. Silent, now that marbled bench under brick roofs now regularly housed for 3 old men who have made it their gossip tavern and on a daily basis meet there to talk and exchange views.

One of them would always come with a 'tongkat' in hand, the other seems to wear nothing but a 'sarong' everyday, and the third man, well he seems pretty inconspicuous, except his socks were very often pulled up too high.

Today, at about 6pm it was empty. An odd sight. Even odder was that on my return from the city, I had experienced 'one of those situations'.

'One of those situations' in this context means one of those situation whereby you always think you were prepared to encounter or chance upon it and to a certain extent 'know you would' but when it really does happen, it catches you off guard and leaves you with a choking aftertaste.

That is 'one of those situations'.

As I turn into my lane, the ice-cream man, a 30-ish man, skinny as a twig, was dutifully making his rounds. He was pushing an equivalently slim black bicycle which carried a huge ice box at the back. He rang his bell every 4 steps or so.

He steered it aside for me to pass and I smiled.

After I parked my car, I walked to the bus stop across my house which was quaintly empty today. I sat down, reflecting upon 'one of those situations' which I had just encountered. Unmindful of how many minutes had passed, I was awoken by the chimes of the ice-cream man's bell that was now loudening. He had reached the other end of the road from when I had smiled at him and he was now near the bus stop.

Me, elbow to knee, palm to jaw, raised my head and tipped my chin a little, again I smiled at this 30-ish skinny twig of a man. He returned the smile and raised me wave.

Somehow he stopped, both movement and his consistent bell ringing. He stared at me a little while. I raised my eyebrows to signal "What's up ice cream man?" Though I believe it was unconvincing considering how little expression I show on a daily basis while thinking I give good facial cues.

He opened the top of his ice box, dug through his icy chest, making sounds that were akin to dry autumn leaves rustling on the tarmac.

He pulled out an orange ice cream bar. The one I used to love as a kid. The one that was so orange by the time you're done, not only will your lips be orange, even half the stick turned orange. That one.

He extended his arm and handed the orange bar to me, its packaging still full of broken bits of ice. He side-nodded his head, people here, we understand this gesture as "it's yours, yes, no, and even I don't know."

Why would an ice cream man give you an ice cream, your favourite ice cream, just because you had a face like stone supported by your palms against your jaw line, your elbow resting uncomfortably on your knee?

He wouldn't, because everything I typed after "he steered it aside for me to pass and I smiled," was a lie. It never happened.

I parked my car, glanced at the empty bus stop. For awhile I stood motionless looking at the empty marble seats, wondering if this 'tale' I had generated in that short period of time between first seeing the ice cream man and parking in my house, would actually happen or could actually happen.

One 'one of those situations' in a day would suffice for me. Afraid to possibly experience another 'one of those situations' whereby if I had walked to the bus stop and sat, I could received an orange ice cream bar, I turned around and walked in.

Hearing the bell louder, I peeked over my shoulder and saw the ice cream man walk past my front gate and vanished from sight in a mere 3 seconds.

To end this story, here is a quote in which I did not heed:

"Everything comes too late for those who only wait."
- Elbert Hubbard

Grew longer.

I miss you, IMG_0449.

Joe: Hee, it tickles.

2009-05-30T21:33:00.005+08:00

"just keep still..."

Special picture of a big Joe and I.

"The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach - waiting for a gift from the sea."
- Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Meemo: Eat sand!

2009-05-29T03:27:00.007+08:00

"I'll be gone soon too..."

This is a really special one as it is the first time Meemo has appeared anywhere other than here. You also get to see me. And boy is this Meemo big.

"If you must speak ill of another, do not speak it, write it in the sand near the water's edge."
- Napoleon Hill

And a poetic one:-

The Two Gentlemen of Verona , Act II Scene iv

Proteus: Then let her alone.

Valentine: Not for the world: why, man, she is mine own,
And I as rich in having such a jewel
As twenty seas, if all their sand were
The water nectar and the rocks pure gold.
Forgive me that I do not dream on thee,
Because thou see’st me dote upon my
My foolish rival, that her father likes
Only for his possessions are so huge,
Is gone with her along, and I must after,
For love, thou know’st, is full of jealousy.

William Shakespeare

Absence

2009-04-25T21:28:00.006+08:00

Hey all, no drawings has appeared for awhile now simply because my mouse finally became so vexed that I just cant rely on it for drawing anything anymore. Then again, I know I could have gone out to get a new one but I'm lazy. So drawings will resume when I get a new mouse. I have a few 'ideas' for new drawings and I just hope I dont forget them.

Anyways, since I have no drawings to share, I'll share a story instead.

Just two days ago, I watched Zoolander. Zoolander was banned in Malaysia because the plot revolves around people from the fashion industry plotting to kill the Prime Minister of Malaysia and knowing how sensitive we are....yeah.

Anyways Ben Stiller plays a male model who is, as the tagline says, 3% body fat, 1% brain activity. There is this drink that particularly made him happy and that is 'Orange Mocha Frappucino' from Starbucks.

After reading the Trivia section from IMDb, apparently 'Orange Mocha Frappucino' is a drink that is served in Starbucks but it is not on the menu.

Interesting, I thought.

Yesterday I was so happen at Starbucks and I thought to myself, lets try this, and I asked:-

Girl: Hi, welcome to Sabux.
Jenhan: Yeah hi, I was wondering if you actually have an orange mocha frappucino?

All the sudden, the other guy at the back who was preparing drinks just stopped the machine, froze for a second and did, in a slow-motion, 180 degrees turn and faced me. He was bespectacled, wearing a Starbucks cap, an apron, had a typical Chinese "short hair ahh" cut.

Guy: Sir.....Mocha Valencia was a promotional drink.
Jenhan: Uhhh, okay?
Guy:.....four years ago.

There was a girl who was in front of me in the queue who had already made her way to the delivery section of the counter. She also suddenly turn towards me and gave me a weird stare.

Why? Am I suppose to know this? The cashier girl, the informative guy, and the waiting-for-drink girl all made it seem as though I had just emerged from under a rock after 4 years. Like I was lost in time.

Anyways, here was the conversation in my head:-

Jenhan's mind: Okay. Mocha Valencia. Am I supposed to be shock as well because 'orange mocha frappucino' had a name?
Jenhan's other mind: No wait. I think I am more shocked as to how this guy knows what its called and when was it out. Dude.......have you been here 4 years?!

Long story, not so short... I left with a Dark Berry Mocha Frappucino and it was yummy.

So anyone who is nice enough to buy me one, I will jizz in my pants.

Okay, I have no drawing but I have this to share. My Emo Campaign poster in styles of Obama's Hope poster. I used a laptop's touch pad for this. I really have no mouse right now. Stop doubting me!

Joe: I wanted to help

2009-03-21T23:27:00.004+08:00

"guess I am doing it the wrong way. Salvage!"

"Now it is human nature to want to eat to fill when hungry, to want to warm up when cold, to want to rest when tired. These all are a part of people's emotional nature." - Xun Zi

Meemo: You don't scare me.

2009-03-17T09:45:00.002+08:00

"At least I don't fall easily..."

"All difficult things have their origin in that which is easy, and great things in that which is small." - Lao Tzu

Meemo: My balloon...

2009-03-14T23:22:00.005+08:00

A humble thank you to dear reader Jacqkie for sharing Mini Mini Mini Moe with her readers. May the cast continue to pour you a cup of fuzziness whenever you need someone to share a little bit of themselves.
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"...and a sigh is nothing more than an audible exhalation."

An extract from John Keats' Isabella or The Pot of Basil, line 73 - 76:

"Parting they seem'd to tread upon the air,
Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart
Only to meet again more close, and share
The inward fragrance of each other's heart."
John Keats

Meemo: You're cold.

2009-03-12T21:33:00.005+08:00

"I'm cold...you can keep me warm but I'm wont ask."

"Please don't dare tell her what I've become, please don't mention all the attention I have drawn, please don't bother, cause she'll feel guilty when I'm gone. Because I'm crazy like the rest of us, but I'm crazier when I'm next to her." - Jason Mraz

This is yet another very special picture to me because:-
1) It is the first time I attempt to draw snow...and a baby walrus.
2) Its strange of me to use candy-like colours but I did. I don't know why yet.
3) Also the first time Meemo quotes a song.
4) I super duper hyper love this drawing. Definitely one of my favourites.

Usually I don't like to explain my drawings much because I rather leave it open to interpretation but some interesting random facts for you:-
1) This is the first song from Jason Mraz that actually caught my attention kept me interested.
2) The song title is "Please Don't Tell Her" from his Mr A-Z album.
3) There are two reasons why I drew snow, one of them is because there is a line in the song that goes "She is taller than I am", and being Meemo, he goes up to a higher altitude to sulk. The other reason will not be mentioned.

Joe: Buzz buzz.

2009-03-09T22:50:00.007+08:00

"It's too sweet for one person..."

"...and all I really want is from you is to feel me, as the feeling inside keeps building, and I will find a way to you if it kills me. If it kills me." - Jason Mraz

This picture is very special for numerous reasons:-
1) I know bees make honey, but I wonder if bees would like some.
2) The pot of honey is inspired by Winnie the Pooh, a bear, which was one of my nicknames in secondary school.
3) This picture quotes a singer.

*This picture is especially dedicated to my friend Jacqkie (big Mraz fan) who offered me a chance to attend Jason Mraz's concert recently which I absolutely loved. This is also dedicated to Carmen who went with me. I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

Meemo: I just refuse to.

2009-02-28T01:12:00.003+08:00

"You know I'm smiling when you're not looking..."

"Let us always meet each other with a smile, for the smile is the beginning of love." - Mother Teresa

Joe: I hope no one saw me...

2009-02-23T19:35:00.003+08:00

"Its stronger than you think it is..."

"Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains..." - Diane Ackerman

*The background is inspired by the 'yellow umbrella place' back when I was in uni.

Meemo: Growl!

2009-02-22T22:50:00.006+08:00

"...I still want it."

"Hanging onto resentment is letting someone you despise live rent-free in your head.” - Ann Landers

Meemo: If it matters to you, say so.

2009-02-22T04:03:00.004+08:00

"If you hide it so conciously yet discreetly, how wouldn't I believe it? Why would you then hold it against me?"

"Being taken for granted can be a compliment. It means that you've become a comfortable, trusted element in another person's life." - Dr Joyce Brothers

*I don't like explaining my drawings much, but I have to say, "note the innocent little worm."

Meemo: For Every every.

2009-02-20T03:30:00.004+08:00

Confucius said "Everything has beauty, but not everybody sees it."

"I don't know the key to sucess, but the key to failure is trying to please everybody." - Bill Cosby

I can hardly understand what Cosby was saying most of the time, but he sure makes a lot of sense.

*This is one of the rare occasions that Meemo is actually sad.

Meemo: You don't have to look at me.

2009-02-19T17:33:00.002+08:00

"How do you differentiate a look and a stare?"

"People who cannot invent or reinvent themselves must be content with borrowed postures, secondhand ideas, fitting in instead of standing out." - Warren G. Bennis

Joe: Well, you see, its like...

2009-02-17T18:59:00.003+08:00

"...yeah."

"As far as I am concerned, I prefer a silent vice to ostentatious virtue." - Albert Einstein

Meet Joe

2009-02-17T14:22:00.004+08:00

Joe is just Joe.

Probably an average figure, annoyingly cute in his own right, shy, and feels he can't fit in.

Can't say he's not putting an effort though, just look at that neat comb and that little bow tie. Besides, he's purple, isn't that just mysterious enough?

"I want you to look at me, but I don't. I don't want you to see me, but I secretly want you to. I'm painfully shy."

Meemo: Puzzling

2009-02-16T23:21:00.005+08:00

"Sometime things can fit, but they just wont."

Here's is a quote I truly like which relates the best:-
A cat is a puzzle for which there is no solution. - Hazel Nicholson

*The puzzling piece in this piece, is actually Gumby, one of my favourite cartoons as a kid. Don't think you know who Gumby is, but I like it.

Meemo: Say what you want about me...

2009-02-16T12:50:00.004+08:00

"Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, and my opinion is that yours is stupid."

Meet Meemo

2009-02-15T20:04:00.000+08:00

Meemo was orginally a product of my frustration with assignments back in college. I'm a graduate now. Almost on a daily basis, I have to write at least a thousand words that make me sound really profound and smart.

Meemo as you have guessed, is a really bitter, bitter stick figure. Emo most of the time, one of the bigger problems he has with himself is his ego. Emo or ego, who cares, really?

Someone once posted an interesting question in the other blog and Meemo wanted to answer...

Anonymous said...
your Meemo is kinda cute, but why portrayed him around da negative environment? he looks sad. maybe you should cheer him up by illustrating him in the brighter and more cheerful kind of environment next time. ;)

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hi anonymous,

Actually the idea is to get him into a mismatch/ironic type of situation. If you realise, most (if not all) of the environment he's in is a very happy one. Lots of clouds in blue skies, green grasses, flowers and the sort. The only 'negative element' is probably Meemo himself. He seems to create an anti-joy in the smallest of things ruining his day ALL BY HIMSELF.

A friend of mine once said "sometimes, problems are just self-created" which I find to be absolutely true. However, at the end of the day, most people find these drawings cute. Stop to ponder, isn't it a little sad to feel enlightened by a sad little stick figure? Aha...see how everything is just wrapped up in a big parcel of ironic ironicness iron iro...wateverrrrr. ;)
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Seeing that this is the first appearance of Meemo, I will be generous and share two drawings.

This was what inspired the birth of Meemo. Possibly the first Meemo sighting.

And seeing that Meemo was introducted here aided with a question, this is what Meemo thinks of questions.

*F.A.Q. Background inspired by the movie 300. The scene when the Queen asks Leonidas to return home, with his shield or on it.

Catch a tiger by its toe.

2009-02-15T19:43:00.000+08:00

The actual rhyme goes: "eeney meeney miney moe, catch a tiger by its toe, if he hollers let him go, eeney meeney miney moe."

I dont understand it and neither should you.

About me:
My name is Jenhan and I used to be active (years ago) writing in kaypopotamus.blogspot.com
However, due to lack of interest and pure laziness, I don't do it as often anymore.

So for no real reason I decided to create yet another site. This site is at most an outlet for me to express myself and to share the product of it. The only difference between my other sites - I wont be writing much here. Sole purpose of Mini Mini Mini Moe is to share drawings I have drawn and will eventually draw periodically or whenever I feel like it.

Note: Whenever I feel like it.

As an outlet, occasionally I translate my thoughts into drawings and then decipher them to evaluate how I feel. It works for me. I believe these are feelings that most of us have felt before and ultimately I hope that each one of you will be able to relate to them in one way or another.

You will not have an idea of what I am talking about till I start posting more pictures, so just be patient. Should you have a 'unique' feeling you wish to share, you may always leave a comment and if I feel that I can relate to it and it sparks my interest. I will draw it and dedicate it to you.