Nightfall

Nightfall (Click for Tumblr post on this drawing)

I Could Use Somebody

Lately i've discovered the rather intriguing activity of rummaging through old storage boxes to find old drawings of mine and other little bits and pieces of the past.

Heh strange things IB afterlife does to you.

Found loads of old stuff, back since primary 1! Those were the times of jotter books with huge writing space between lines and a blank page on the left for drawing pictures (because creativity and scribblings were more abundant back then!). Found loads of old birthday cards too, and the farewell card my SJI class gave to me before i left for ACS(I) in sec 1. The smell of old paper is really nice in a way; brings back loads of memories. Hopefully i can find more drawings, especially that drawing of the tree in blue-black and orange which got me started on pen work. I remember i drew that in the school diary in sec 1 just after the page where you write your details and personal information. The past is a rather strange thing. Sometimes i seem to remember it so clearly as though it was yesterday. Kinda scary how fast time flies too. Anyway, gonna raid the top of the cupboard tomorrow! I think there is kindergarten stuff up there to be found!

Anyway, scans of the drawings i've found on the other blog on Tumblr! I set that up coz i kinda wanna have a proper organisation of my art stuff online. My blogger is getting really messy and the tags seem to be everywhere.




Heart Of Fire(Click for Tumblr post on this drawing)

I say, its getting quite lonely, more so when school is over.

EDIT:
A pretty nice poem.

XIII. "When I was one-and-twenty..." 
by A.E. Housman

When I was one-and-twenty
I heard a wise man say,
'Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But not your heart away;
Give pearls away and rubies
But keep your fancy free.'
But I was one-and-twenty,
No use to talk to me.

When I was one-and-twenty
I heard him say again,
'The heart out of the bosom
Was never given in vain;
'Tis paid with sighs a plenty
And sold for endless rue.'
And I am two-and-twenty,
And oh, 'tis true, 'tis true.

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Flowers & Squares (Click for Tumblr post on this drawing)

Yawn

Well! Since i still got my tumblr account, i guess i shall use it as a site to store my drawings then! Which means i've got something to do over the long break before NS. heh

http://better-use-of-paper.tumblr.com/

My Oh My

She acts like summer and walks like rain, 
reminds me that there's time to change.

You know, after prom, i've come to realise the importance of having a point and shoot, as well as how in the last moments of it, we try to capture everything we can just to experience it one more time. Don't hate because you failed, but learn from what went wrong.

Don't hide what you want to say because when you realise what you want, it might just be a little too late.

I just realised, we forgot to take a class photo. Haha

Oh mannnnn i'm gonna miss you people.
Pictures on facebook and flickr, steal-able and high quality!

EDIT: sorry, on zooomr

Sigh. I make alot of wrong choices.

Hey, hey, hey

Hey God, there are quite a few things i would like to rewind or correct in the future if i have a chance; any chance?

Hello Freedom?

 

Finally done with the IB exams and ended on an awesome note in my opinion! To be honest, physics was pretty good, econs too (It bloody hell better be, i finished the damn ten year series for physics, plus the extra remedial crap)

But then again, its a funny little sad feeling. I guess its missing the people around!

: /

Okay on the brighter note, finally have time to be free, and the first thing i do is waltz off to kino to get books (American Gods by Neil Gaiman and The Fixer: A Story From Sarajevo by Joe Sacco; in awesome black and white graphic art!) and of course to training at Kallang (Damn i miss feeling like shit after training) Well that's the rather sad part about finishing with an odd combi, you've got no one to share the joy with, hence the solo journey to bookland.

Anyway, 5 things i learnt from IB (Yes we did learn shit from IB, but definitely not from IP)

1) Art is no cheap/joke/easy subject

We lived with mould and rotting milk in a room so reliant on aircon for ventilation that natural air seems freaking odd. Besides that, on crazy days, we get only 3 hours of natural sunlight (1 hour during the trip to Wah Chee, 1 hour for going to the toilet, walking to the art room to print and 1 hour spent walking to and fro or riding the bike up and down the corridor wondering why the hell you didn't get anything done during the holidays.) More hardcore than your HL maths X)

Well but it was fun while it lasted. Oh, the rooftop looks really great at night. And, its possible to go with zero sleep or food and still get cracking on your work. The life of a hobo.

2) IB makes you feel invincible

 After all that shit thrown at you; EE IAs TOK yada yada, its rather surprising we're all still alive and taking more shit. It's a miracle we don't have any suicides. Makes you feel invinc(IB)le indeed.

3) In one month of studying, I have done more worksheets and practices than I have done over 4 years.

Seriously. (Honestly, towards the end of the exams, i found the physics questions and econs outlines quite fun to do.)

Also, in the half a month or so of exams, I also had more sleep than i will ever get on a normal day. Some weird shit is going on.

4) Studying makes you poor


I have overspent at least 150 bucks (Not including weekly allowance) on eating out breakfast (Hotcakes!) lunch and dinner. In addition, there is the massive amount of coffee consumption too when i study in Starbucks and macs (Honestly, Starbucks coffee is shit compared to macs. All I taste is sugar. Green tea latte is nice though). Not to mention gelato and gummies.

I think i'd be rather surprised if i cut myself and didn't bleed coffee.

5) For the most important event in my life since PSLE, it is kinda odd;

How i feel really calm. Something is really wrong. I feel more nervous for a class test than i ever really did for IB exams. Then again, maybe i've been numbed after getting so low for so long. You know, whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Well not stronger in this case; more like indifferent to stress.

Beat that stress. I eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Not to mention supper.

Actually, there is a lot more, but these are the ones that stand out the most. From IB, i kinda wished i figured how to efficiently study from the beginning, then i might actually have a chance to keep HL maths instead of dropping. I also figured out how to be more spontaneous for art, which is really awesome, coz i think its making me a bit more random everyday. Makes things more amusing. Besides that, get rid of work early before they come back to haunt you, and ALWAYS footnote WHILE doing your EE (That experience was no joke i swear)

Ah there, it flows better that way.

Oh oh, and IB is fun. The most fun two years of my life so far. (No. Not the work, i know i said physics was fun, but fun in a different sense) The people, the class, the teachers, and the random shit that happens while IB life goes on. I'm gonna miss it.

Aww shucks. This kind of sentimental crap always gets me.

You Know,

loneliness is a rather strange thing.

I don't need a 40+ score, just a 38 would make me over the moon. Serious.

Okay i don't know.




Hello, good morning, how you do?


What makes your rising sun so new?


I could use a fresh beginning too.



Anyway. I've got this story in my head i feel like painting out; i hope i have enough time to before going into NS.