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Zid — Painter, comic artist, bedroom musician. Sort posts by tag: #Diary of a Work-from-home Dad #Kamen Rider #Kong #Lost In Space #Raksa #Monster Hunter #Questions

Mama,

Thank you for leading the solat as my Imam in my formative years and forcing me to recite the Yaseen every Thursday night, for without which I would have struggled in my youth like my friends did.

Thank you for leading by example and showing up during my childhood. You'd be there in a blitz even if you were swamped with work and important meetings. I knew I could count on you any time.

Thank you for giving birth to me, and raised me to be who I am today, especially now that I have become a father myself.

Happy Mother's Day  ❤️

The Mother of My Children Nearing a decade with each other, clocking in six years as parents soon. We're gifted with one strong-willed and one special need: two total opposites to shape a better world than the one we grew up in. I pray that your sacrifices and hardships be rewarded in this life and the next 🤲 To many more years to come, Happy Mother's Day, My Sara  ❤️

Anonymous asked:

Hi Mohammad! I've been following your work I think literally since 10 years ago when I was an aspiring digital artist. I was so captured by your rendition of Malay culture. Thanks 4 bringing beauty into the world!

Oh WOW 10 years? That is a very long time to remember me by. I’m touched 😭 Thank you for reaching out to me, whoever you are. Really thought nobody goes here anymore 😢

Anonymous asked:

Hey Zid, I am a big fan of yours and rates your art as one of the greatest ever in history. The sort of realism you bring to the whole thing is extraordinary. I am 37 years old, with a family and job and I hate my job. I am hopeful that I can still be a comic artist. Could you give me a suggestion how did you motivate yourself to continue what you loved, when you were not famous and when you were not working with Legendary?

I don't believe that I'm ever famous even now. Nothing has changed except having a publisher who believes in my work and have been the best people to work with for almost a decade now. Other than that, I'm still a nobody in this industry. In my youth, I used to have existential crises with self-worth and my reason to create, but since becoming a breadwinner my main motivation is livelihood. If I don't work, I won't be able to provide for my family. Thankfully I've never had any day that I don't feel like it. Every day I'm always working hard to improve myself. However, come to think of it, I may be operating on a carrot and a stick - I want to write and draw my own comic from my own concept art as the endgame, so that definitely pushes me to do my best at work so that I have enough savings to do my own thing... Hopefully, before I leave this life.

Diary of a Work-from-home Dad no. 20: "Carry On"

"Free will is what makes us human. Free will is the ability to make choices, good or bad, have rights and freedoms. It is only our will/choices that are truly ours in this world. The only thing we have ownership of. Think 'give me liberty or give me death'. So if it free will is compromised, such as in depression and anxiety, where the illness makes us believe we have no control, no choice, then we feel trapped. Our brain then goes into survival mode. Fight or flight. It starts brainstorming options, trying to free us from feeling trapped. One of the options it comes up with is suicide because that in a way is an escape from our trapped feelings. It ironically tells us that to end our lives is a viable option to escape or rather, SURVIVE this situation." - Dr. Mona Syeda Masood (https://twitter.com/ShrinkRapping/status/1497286395848708099)

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Lost In Space: Ultimate Collection is out with my art on the cover! It’s actually a homage to the photo of the original cast and characters from the 60′s. Seriously, I can’t get over that the show is done, but best to leave while you’re on top than drag it to a slow death towards cancellation. Get it now on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Space-Ultimate-Collection-Richard-Dinnick/dp/1681160978

I wanted to post this in conjunction with Godzilla Day, alas I had my plate full.

This is a personal key art I made in preparation for Godzilla Vs. Kong way before there was either Godzilla: Dominion or Kingdom Kong. I didn't know where these two alpha titans were going to meet, so I roughly painted the background to be in Skull Island.

Since it isn't officially released, here it is!

The Frog-headed Cyclist This happened possibly around my 1st year of primary school in 1990. It was night time at a family friend’s house in Rawang. I was crossing the road after taking my things from my mum’s car when a cyclist passed by. Nothing unusual happened except that I saw the head of the cyclist to be… Of a frog? I had no concept of the paranormal at that age so it just appeared strange to me. It paid me no attention either, and I wasn’t scared or anything. It was just... Weird to see. This may not even be anything paranormal and it could have just been a person with a frog mask, but… Who would cycle at night alone with a full mask on? Anyway, thought I’d immortalize the memory here before I continue with my comic.

Diary of a Work-from-home Dad #07: “Lygo” (Reprise) A few days ago, a friend of mine (JL) - who happens to have the gift of sight - shared in a paranormal group we're in that she saw this entity at the exact basement level of the same mall that spooked Zayra when she was about 2 years old. I brought up the story (from 2019), and got JL to describe clearly what she witnessed there: "𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘐𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘺 𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘺 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭. 𝘏𝘦/𝘴𝘩𝘦/𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳. 𝘐𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 "𝘩𝘦𝘺" "𝘩𝘶𝘶" "𝘩𝘰𝘩" 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵. 𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘎 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬. 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘳, 𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴." - 𝘑𝘓 So I decided to go on record to add a splash page, concluding the chapter.

Diary of a Work-from-home Dad no. 19: "Moment of Truce" Finally, the moment of truth. After a year of living with Prader-Willi Syndrome diagnosis, Dalya's bloodwork revealed that she has a totally different gene deletion and condition all together. I couldn't express in words how I felt in that room to hear that it's an even rarer case than PWS, or at least if there were similar positives, they were undiagnosed. What is Smith-Magenis Syndrome? It's just crazy what the absence of ONE tiny genetic material called the RAI1 can impact an entire function of the human body. You have 99% of the components to make a human but you're operating without that little project manager telling your body how to run in order. I'm barely scratching the surface but this is based on our own experience raising Dalya so far... All speculations can be put to rest. The doctor didn't impart any informative explanation upon dropping the bomb other than therapy. As soon as I left, I sat down for a good moment to look up online and educate myself before breaking the news to Sara, and the rest of my family afterwards.

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Taking a break from my fatherhood comic, I drew this recounting of my first and probably the only paranormal experience with my cousin to commemorate his birthday yesterday.

It was in the mid 90s. Still in early primary school, I was at my cousin’s place in Selayang. We’re tight, so every school break we would take turns staying over at each other’s house to spend the holidays playing together. We were left with the family’s Indonesian maid while his parents went to work. 

It was drizzling outside. We took a bath playing boats together in the bathtub when we heard a repetitive creaking sound. We were so juvenile that the sound was too funny, we imitated the sound and chuckled our asses off as we got out of the tub. After drying ourselves, we opened the door to where the sound came from - the maid’s room.

To our infantile humour, we saw a built Caucasian man humping the maid full on in missionary position, and it was making the repeated creaking sound we were laughing about. Again, being innocent, we had no idea what that position was until we both got older and talked about this encounter when we met during family gatherings. We compared notes to check on each other’s recounting accuracy.

Anyway, the whole act of intercourse was way too hilarious for our young eyes that we choked ourselves laughing and tears were flowing senseless. We didn’t even question the logic like what on earth was a mat salleh doing in the house. The man saw us, turned his head to us, and we slammed the door and reenacted the position while in stitches. 

A second later, we opened the bathroom door again and to our shock, the white man was no longer on top of the maid! She was instead hugging the bolster? She was like: “Mengapa kamu ketawa? Kak Sal lagi sakit perut (possibly having her period), makanya Kak Sal baring peluk itu bantal.”

We went into her room to look for the guy. We asked her where he went and she kept insisting that she had no idea what or who we were talking about. Now, the bathroom was connected to both my cousin’s room and the maid’s. The only way out was through his room or the corridor to the stairs which also had to pass by us. If he escaped through the window, all of which were grilled, and we were one floor up for him to jump without breaking his legs - we would have heard it if he did open the grille too.

We searched high and low, the wardrobe, behind the curtain, the doors, and there was no trace of him whatsoever. Someone that big would have had his clothes sprawled on the floor. But there was none. The door downstairs was still shut with the chain lock. All the while we were looking everywhere in the house the maid kept saying we were seeing things and hammered the fact that she was hugging the bolster all day from having cramps. Being kids, we were like “Oh well!” and continued losing our breath imitating the position they were in and made the creaking sound like there was no tomorrow.

Fast forward several years later, my cousin said that the maid had already ran away. To this day we still couldn’t figure out if she was telling the truth having no idea what we saw or if she came to our shores with some sort of companion for pleasure… Who knows.

Diary of a Work-from-home Dad #15: "Holidaze" This was difficult for me to script and illustrate. I had to recall among the worst moments in my life as a father of a special needs child. It was, my earliest (in)experience into Dalya's chronic meltdown, and we learned the hard way — during a getaway no less — to expect the unexpected when making plans: to be ready to throw them at a moment's notice. The plans! Not the children! Drop a tip via Buy Me a Coffee or keep up-to-date with works in progress by pledging on Patreon 🙏