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Rewind. Rewind. 81 days, 10 hours , 23 mins and 4 seconds into the year 2008. Hate to admit it but time really flies. It's been rather hard to get inspired lately as my brain has been taught other stuff besides drawing. Toyed with the thought of giving up creativity and specialise (focus on tasks at hand) but it always come back to square one. Back here. Like an old piano still trying to strike a harmonic chord, yet the off-tune melody only brings back hardship and memories that should have stayed.
Why all that bitterness? Some things are better left that way. The reason for writing was often unknown. Was it that undeniable desire to pen down the state of mind during a certain period of time? or was it the nomadic behaviour of our forefathers generically rooted within our primitive self urging us to do what cave-men did best; painting on the wall just so somebody will see it one day. I'm afraid that's one question without any answer. The fallacy in all of us to believe in something; anything, is no doubt what makes us human. For instance , hope. Don't we all do that a little too often? Not to declare myself as an anti-believer but reckoning that believing is just a psychological aspect of homo sephia behaviour that dated since pre-historical times, I take only as little as I find. What is it today that requires that much talk of philosophy? Surely, it wasn't karma trying to take another stab at me (we sign the peace treaty for now) nor irony stop poking fun at me, certainty not because I've decided to call it quits either.
For once, the frequent viewers of this deep white cyber space deserve to know a bit more about the pen-master, the man behind the curtain. A little side-tracked information about him. Just a little. And lastly, because someone is leaving and asked for something to be inspired upon. Not much to offer sadly but I dug up a little something nonetheless. A little something you asked for , old friend, from my little black book of random muses. For a certain somebody whom wrote on a piece of paper at a burger shop lately (you know who you are) As promised, with a little touch of sugar and no lemons included. Hope you'll like this one.
Those Eyes.
Someone came and took my heart,
How cruel , how cruel of her,
And of all the thou'sand eyes I met
Really was none like those of hers
O' darling haven't you heard ?
No matter how superficially beautiful,
it's only in the eyes of the beholder..
Rewind. Rewind. 81 days, 10 hours , 23 mins and 4 seconds into the year 2008. Hate to admit it but time really flies. It's been rather hard to get inspired lately as my brain has been taught other stuff besides drawing. Toyed with the thought of giving up creativity and specialise (focus on tasks at hand) but it always come back to square one. Back here. Like an old piano still trying to strike a harmonic chord, yet the off-tune melody only brings back hardship and memories that should have stayed.
Why all that bitterness? Some things are better left that way. The reason for writing was often unknown. Was it that undeniable desire to pen down the state of mind during a certain period of time? or was it the nomadic behaviour of our forefathers generically rooted within our primitive self urging us to do what cave-men did best; painting on the wall just so somebody will see it one day. I'm afraid that's one question without any answer. The fallacy in all of us to believe in something; anything, is no doubt what makes us human. For instance , hope. Don't we all do that a little too often? Not to declare myself as an anti-believer but reckoning that believing is just a psychological aspect of homo sephia behaviour that dated since pre-historical times, I take only as little as I find. What is it today that requires that much talk of philosophy? Surely, it wasn't karma trying to take another stab at me (we sign the peace treaty for now) nor irony stop poking fun at me, certainty not because I've decided to call it quits either.
For once, the frequent viewers of this deep white cyber space deserve to know a bit more about the pen-master, the man behind the curtain. A little side-tracked information about him. Just a little. And lastly, because someone is leaving and asked for something to be inspired upon. Not much to offer sadly but I dug up a little something nonetheless. A little something you asked for , old friend, from my little black book of random muses. For a certain somebody whom wrote on a piece of paper at a burger shop lately (you know who you are) As promised, with a little touch of sugar and no lemons included. Hope you'll like this one.
Those Eyes.
Someone came and took my heart,
How cruel , how cruel of her,
And of all the thou'sand eyes I met
Really was none like those of hers
O' darling haven't you heard ?
No matter how superficially beautiful,
it's only in the eyes of the beholder..
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you know.. for the certain someone who wrote on a piece of paper in a burger shop recently..
"thank you, my friend"
I read this post with a hint of laughter and a touch of ph7. =)
haha. just like how i'd wanted it to be. :D glad u enjoyed it !
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