It Doesn't Seem To End

It was Saturday, two weeks ago to be exact. I was on my way to tuition class, but before that I decided to grab my monthly dose of Seventeen girly-ness. The October issue was a double cover. One of the covers featured a certain girly-voiced-dude-who-doesn't-really-have-a-girly-voice-no-more.

Justin Effing Bieber.

I gave out a little scream. Not of girlish excitement, but of horror. This kid is everywhere, it hurts my eyes just by looking at him.

And with utter dismay, Seventeen, my ultimate guide to being the all-rounded girly girl, has been slumped into the Bieber bandwagon. Am I now alone in this world, having to face the terror of seeing pics and pics of this nuisance that is Justin Bieber??

But still, I bought the magazine, sipped my drink and headed to class. I wondered why the world had gone mad. A few days later though, I made full use of the mag and this was the end product;

Dated 26th of September. I had a rough day, but doodling really helped ease the pressure and tension of the exams. I have turned Bieber into a 'blushing, mustachioed bloodsucker'. I never thought I'd say this but,

Thank you Justin!

You helped me get back on my feet by being on the cover so that I could doodle on your face. And you helped just by being who you are. HAHAHAHA. In your face, Biebs! Literally. Peace, no war :D

This is not my best work, but it'll do (: