Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Nostalgia

I've just skimmed through some of my much older posts. How things have changed with the years! I am still baffled that I've kept this blog for the past 3 years..yes, THREE years....all because Wan chose to sabotage me with exposing my letter to him onto the internet...long story. But it sort of worked, and I have since filled it with my thoughts, anger(very much of this is seen), melancholy and those nonsensical epiphanies. Thanks wannie. (:
I am constantly lost. But by rereading it, I slowly find myself again.

I wonder if I will keep doing this till I'm forty...

This Is For You,...

...and you know who you are.

'I Am Not Yours

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love- put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.'

- Sarah Teasdale

Monday, February 20, 2006

A Life Chaotic- Review

The exhibition went better than expected and we had people from different walks of life participating. I was quite pleased, especially when Melanie and her photographer friend turned up with their toys (ultra-cool cameras) to photograph the event(thank you!). Here are some of the pictures she's taken...explaining the fun we had more than I can put in words.... (:

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Thursday, February 16, 2006

Time To Get Serious

Besides the current tragedy of my life, I am looking into exposing my work in more ways. I've just been updated on a fellow illustrator's blog, and since I am incapable of making something on the web that is comprehensibly resembling my own website, another blog solely for illustrations will be a good idea to get my work across. The one I've just been to is well...once a fellow student in Camberwell, he was doing a Masters in Illustration, a Portuguese guy I met on my last New York trip. He's still going around and winning competitions and I find this very inspiring- gives me hope that someday I will too.

Have a look. This is Pedro Lino. www.pedrolino.blogspot.com

Thursday, February 09, 2006

The End.

I was right.
There is no more us,
just you or me.
But it's always about you.
Wasn't it?
Don't try to be kind
to heal your own guilt
You've already done enough
Damage to me.
I loved you with all my heart
I don't know if
you realized.
Because you've always
been too busy deciding
Spinning, running,working
to know if you
Felt the same.

There is no more us
Just you, and I don't know
about me.