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.