Tuesday, March 9, 2010

21 Weeks

My parents got Joe and me a wonderful book to read on our new journey - Someone Else to Love by Susan Polis Schutz.

Page 59 - I Am A Prisoner.
While this page doesn't really reflect how I am now, it does echo what I am feeling. There is a sudden rush of overwhelming anxiety and distress lately, like when I first hit adolescence. Suddenly everything is new, I became very conscious of myself, and I am so guilty, scared and embarrassed about everything I just want to hide away.

Why do I do that? I don't know. I guess I just feel fragile. I am no longer allowed to be who I was (page 25 reflects this so well). I became more conscious about environmental and personal hygiene, because it's not for me (the one thing I don't mind at all). Every now and then, new sensations pop up and I get freaked out so easily by it.

I am no longer in control of myself. I have to let go of so many things, especially whom I could have been. She will never be back. I will miss her. I am angry.

I don't like feeling this way.



But a good friend of mine told me, "The best things never come easy."

I am humbled, and I am happy.

*picture/scan was taken 3 weeks ago.

Monday, February 8, 2010

Lazy

It'll be nice to own a comfy couch

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Hulkling

A psc commission I did last year (only remembered to post it up now). Ink and marker on ivory card.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Pfft!

How blue and red quickly becomes blue and black.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

First Doodle!

My new year resolution? Try not to get sloppy... and get fit at the end of this year.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Meow

After looking at some people's artworks, I got a little itch.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Deck

Another freestyle drawing.