Puke You, Puke Me

Every morning, on my way to work, I doodle on my sketchbook in the GO train. I wish I could take train home too, so I can draw, but by then, all the trains are discontinued, so I have to take GO buses. I get car sick very easily, so I often just listen to podcasts or sleep.
Despite of my hatred towards commuting (total four godforbidden hours a day), making art is blessing. I want to complain to GO authorities, demanding train services till 6:30pm. I mean, in Oakville, there is a train service past midnight.

All the talkings/whinings aside... so this is one of the GO series in my sketchbook. There are more, but I am too tired to upload them.

I love how this one turned out. I mean, who wouldn't love the charm of a puking cat?
And the beauty of Japanese papers are used for something putrid.
I often hear a story about people puking after watching their friends puke. Oh, that reminds me, when I was in junior high, my friend almost puked after seeing me puking.

Puke me, puke you. Oh, what a wonderful world.