Blow me away

I really like this one, did it a couple of days ago.

The texture, the words and the unexpectedness

Blind drawing

Pencil/pen

A5 

What rn

I think there are much more stuff that I can work on for this, especially the hands (hmm can you even tell what those are, haha) but it pretty much sums up the emotions that are keenly felt now. And it's been a while since I did any metaphorical drawings so it's good.

Hmm I seldom post the wordings accompanying the drawings but I think I should for this one. 

In this cocoon

I'd be immune

And I would hurt 

No more 

Ball point pen

A4

Let's be patient for once;

"Hoping you take that jump

But don't fear the fall

Hope that you fall in love

And it hurts so bad

The only way you can know

Is give it all you have

And I hope that you don't suffer

But take the pain

Hope when the moment comes

You say...

I, I did it all

I owned every second

That this world could give

I saw so many places

And things that I did

Of every broken bone

I swear I lived

Hope that you spend your days

But they all add up

And when that sun goes down 

Hope you raise your cup"

--- I lived, OneRepublic

Something interesting I'm workin on for now: 

Mixed media 

A4

:)

Let's be wild for once

I'm a little excited over things that aren't gonna happen.

what's wrong with me. 

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I wish I'll have the guts 

Someday, oneday,

At least for once.

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Maybe just don't let me see things that will affect me too much.

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"Lately, I've been, I've been losing sleep

Dreaming about the things that we could be

I feel something so right

Doing the wrong thing

I feel something so wrong

Doing the right thing

I could lie, coudn't I, could lie

Everything that kills me makes me feel alive

Everything that drowns me makes me wanna fly"

-- Counting Stars, OneRepublic

Ball point pen

A4

Spaces. Holes. Filled. (?)

Drew a lot these two days, it's been so long. 

It's a really weird feeling how you want to put things down so badly but you can't seem to find anything suitable to express it. 

And the worst part is that you can never get them off your chest, as much as you tried. Well, maybe i haven't tried enough I guess. 

But I'll start my mugging tmr, my papers aren't yet over, so i've gotta stay focused. I will. I will stay focused. 

Haven't felt so weird in a while,

I did many really weird drawings too. 

Shall post them someday if they are decent to look at hahaa. 

(wow, even that's some weird title too)

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What do I do when the thrill of being there is to see you, what do I do when all these things coming to an end. 

What do I do after this? 

I still haven't got a clue. 

Maybe I should try dreaming about you. 

Ball point pen 

A4 

The clock strikes 6:00

Coursework has finally (finally!) concluded.

it's been quite a while.

It was a undescribable feeling when the clock striked 6:00PM, it was a mixture of loss, joy, pride and maybe nostalgia.

Well, things hadn't exactly been the way I envisioned them out to be. 

There had been moments of sorrow, angst; 

there had been moments of surprise, laughter as well. 

It's been an unforgettable journey, and I've gotten to know some really really lovely people. 

This is a bunch I wouldn't want to live without. 

It's weird how I felt more independent (and confident) doing my S4 coursework as compared to this one. 

But through this journey, I guess I've gotten to understand myself better and all my quirky (or you can say weird) habits and temperaments. 

To be honest, it ain't exactly a good thing to let those temperaments manifest. 

but oh well. 

I think I've become more sensitive too, and that's bad. 

Oh, one joy to add on to the many: 

I've found new loves I guess. And this is one of them; embracing things I never used to in the past. 

Approx 10 x10cm

Pencil

What now

It's been a long while since I've posted anything here |

At the brink of losing things you hold dear ,

You start to feel like the whole world is going to crumble.

You wonder if things will ever stay the same,

Cos you're so used to seeing the same old faces,

You're so used to the like-minded conversations you share 

You're, too used to heading to that same space as a refuge

And you wonder if after today it'd all still be there.

I guess things have more or less concluded, 

And maybe what's left is a fragment or two.

Somehow I ought to feel relieved,

But there's more sadness than joy and a little tinge of regret.

Pencil

10 x 15cm