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THIS IS PRO.


Obake no Koushin by *JohnSu on deviantART

beat my record? 39390 ^^

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It should read ''Please Flush After Use'' but the pro paint wore off. Eat me too pls *_*


First draft *i like this moar tho*



Final draft. 4e is teh sophisticated and elegant *cough* . looks like a wedding scene to me but oh well ;) its still nice and more importantly, unique [:

WELCOME BACK TO THE MORTAL REALM, YOU NUB :DDDDDDDD

waiting happily for class videooo

looking forward to sat sat sat

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did this in a hurry, less than one hour or so. made this on an impulse.. i was just bursting with the idea stuck in my head.

I'm holding on your rope,
Got me ten feet off the ground
I'm hearin what you say but I just can't make a sound
You tell me that you need me
Then you go and cut me down, but wait
You tell me that you're sorry
Didn't think I'd turn around, and say...

It's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late

I'd take another chance, take a fall
Take a shot for you
And I need you like a heart needs a beat
But it's nothin new - yeah yeah
I loved you with a fire red-
Now it's turning blue, and you say...
"Sorry" like the angel heaven let me think was you
But I'm afraid...

It's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late

It's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late
It's too late to apologize, yeah
I said it's too late to apologize, yeah-
I'm holdin on your rope, got me ten feet off the ground...

I seriously like that scene where that lady was crying black ink :D was like.. my god..

this gave me an even higher level of respect for media and teh arts. Timbaland pwns all~ i swear im going to start drawing in that dark style already *_*

speaking of the dark, im still dead scared of it. but im welcoming darkness more than light now :/ would wake in the middle of the night and wander around my house.. its the only time where i can take a breather, i guess.

cutting my hair tomorrow.. i always seem to enjoy chopping off my hair when in emotional turmoil. * britney spears ftw *

its too late to apologize, its too late~

LOL im repeating that sentence non stop.

Maybe its because of how well i can relate to it. Many people just apologize and later go back to their old ways >: Im now too lazy to express my displeasure lol. but at least im kinda thankful an equal number of people had learnt tact.

i wonder if true mates will accept whatever decision i make >: and understand the reasons behind those decisions >: i wonder when those heaven-sents will appear.



I named it as NightOfTears. <: given my generous donations of water content these days id swear 1% of the water vapour in the sky belongs to moi

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hmmm. not exactly a happy day. i think ill revert back to staring at my favourite sketchbook >:

and legit is a slang word meh T_T i srsly didnt know. ah well. dam yoo pks for making me infamous >:

cheered up loads after staring at my algorithms tho :D

trying to fix a nice date with bev or xiuhui to get my edible foodstuffs done :D

***

She stared, seemingly into a space that no one knew existed, that no one inhabited.

Not that she haven't been making any efforts, the girl had been trying to recreate that realm on her own, something that she knew will never come true.

With every stroke of her pencil, she laid down a soft layer of lead on her sketch block, willing all her thoughts and wishes into her piece of work, hoping that an angel will appear and take her far, far away..

In time, her drawings slowly, but surely, lost their shine. Just like how hope is lost, slowly dissolving, bit by bit. Why am i caught in this vicious cycle that i never started? She pondered, pressing her index finger on the edge of her sketch block, figuring that a paper cut will at least distract her from thinking about such unanswerable questions.

Night fell.

The next morning came as usual. The girl woke up to the tinkering sound of her phone's alarm, and readied herself to school, which she was never good at. She trudged to her secondary school, and settled down at her desk. Heaving a huge sigh, the girl took out her textbook and flipped to a random page, not caring what those sentences meant or how important they might be to her. What she saw was ink, precious ink that could have given life to her artworks, ink that could grant her another small step towards replicating her new world.

Turning to the window nearest to her seat, she stared, seemingly into a space that no one knew existed, that no one inhabited.

hmmm. This, is the life cycle of an average daydreamer. dreamers never die, but conditions here are making them hard to continue living >:

Support the power of imagination?

*Note: Small bit of writing done to console myself. Shan's EngRish is still OooOokay.