2012

Hi.

Hear ye, hear ye, followers of my 2009 blog of old.

I'm back for 2012.

Yes I am.

The only way is forwards, right?

so here it is: scrapsofdailylife.tumblr.com

I didn't make it!! (oyea? so what else is new?)

huh.

Y'all probably forgot about me. I even made this blog private due to, um, certain embarrassing (mostly my unfulfilled goals ahahah) reasons.

Yes. It's been over a year now. Safe to say that I didn't make it through the entire 2009. However the previous post was not my last post, I did make 23 more drawings since then... alas, I didn't even make it to my birthday.

But no worries! I will be coming back next year! 2011!! yeay!!! I will be graduating. Yes, the last time I updated this blog, I was a first year (second semester). 2011 will be my third year, final semester. Hopefully all things go well. Graduating is a much bigger change and milestone than turning 20. I am 21 now, 22 next year.

I may have only gotten through to just above 100 days and 100 scrap arts last year, but next year, I will make it to 365! and I say, bring it on!

Till then, enjoy the 23 previously unpublished scraps:

Short notice

to my few readers whom I love very much,

Sorry for the lack of updates, as I've been very busy with assignments (as you can probably tell....) so I haven't had the time to go back home and scan my scraps. Don't worry, I'm still doing this thing, and I haven't missed any days (I think so. When your days consist of nothing but drawing 24 hours, and not sleeping, its hard to tell or remember).

Um, so when I get back home I'm gonna have to scan a lot of scribbly junk! haha.

Happy Tuesday.

1,2,3

[marker pen on a torn piece of a film processing shop's envelope]

This would be.
So.
Good.

AAAAARGH

[illustration on a bank receipt I found somewhere in the hostel]

!

Je ne suis pas

[fiber-tip pens and marker on a graph paper found in the studio]

Je ne sais pas que je ne suis pas
Je ne suis pas un superhero
Je ne sais pas qui je suis

Intravenous hours

[pen illustration coloured with brush pens on a paper that came in my Lomography box. It's Japanese and I don't understand it.]

I need to breaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaathe.
It's another Wednesday.

It isn't a crime to dream, right?

[blue marker on a brochure for Maldives from Ummatic Week]

Oh, how I long for a nice, quiet holiday.
That would be so perfect right now.

私は私の holga を愛する!

[pen illustration and highlighters on my Holga's valid-only-in-Japan-warranty]

I bought myself a Holga a few days ago, after years of longing and chasing and drooling.

It looks like a black toy box camera.
Totally the opposite of my brother's DSLR.
Awesome!

When life gives you Lemons

[markers, highlighters and pens on a glass/mug holder/warmer from a splendid cafe]

Yes, I seriously don't know what they are called.

Life is bittersweet.
I can only thank God for my countless blessings.

My geeky self-portrait

[drawing pen and red ballpoint pen on old school notebook paper]

My friend is setting up a website, BakatSeni, and I've been invited to join as a contributor.
She asked me to come up with a self-portrait, photo or drawn, and here it is.
Drawn based on a photo ;)

The Ultimate Holiday Celebration

[pen illustration on a flier that was stuck to my foot as I was walking down the hallway. lol]

Oh yeah.
I kinda died on my bed today after crit, only to be revived hours later by my phone ringing.
Today's crit session was ok-ish. It didn't suck!

Not.

[scribbles on my now rejected floor plan]

Everyone's on fire.

Death by Architecture

[pencil sketch on a piece of paper I found in thestudio]

*Note: This is not an emo post. Sorry, emo fans.

I am not crying in the picture, I am trying to catch some Z's.
And that's not blood, but ink.

Holga baby

[pens on a sticker that wasn't so sticky anymore, peeled off a chair on campus]

Today I got my early birthday gift to myself: the Holga!
Finally.
You and me are going to make it through this chaotic life!
Sorry this work is not of high quality, but you thrive on flaws, don't you?

Half a world inside

[pen illustration on a matte photo I found in the family room's drawer]

I long for the days I get to freely roam the world.
I am a nature lover caught in between loves and responsibilities.

Drowning

[pen illustration on a hostel return key envelope]

Much work to be done, and I am enveloped within, drowning again in this sea of monotony.

Fatigued February

February, all 28 days, is done.

It's a combination of fast, furious, fun, fearsome, fatigue, frailty and fighting spirit.

Flustered Faces

[pen illustration on today's bus ticket]

Saturday, end of February.
Today has been a long, full day.
The sun, the heat, the work, the heavy surveying equipment.
The road, the friends, the food.
The night, the smoke, the unfamiliar faces.

Labyrinth of words

[pen doodle on a crumpled up piece of butter paper I found stashed in my bag]

Too busy living life but I have none
is this the time we strive since we've been born
I can't even fathom
what this is
beneath all this shizzz

so much to do so little
time goes flying out the
door that you never even noticed was
open your
mind is a labyrinth of
words only mean
so much ...

Hello, feet.

[pen illustration on half a hostel room booking form]

Hello, tired feet.

Today has been a tiring day.

I haven't played in years!

[marker on scrap cardboard and model board]

Today, my roommate Za just popped into my compartment and asked,
"Do you wanna play basketball?"
Yeah!

She saw a girl playing, that's why she asked. And we just joined in.
I really need to play more often.

I haven't been shooting hoops since I graduated from high-school 3 years ago. Haha.

Green Warrior

[handmade badge; made with scrap board, newspaper, glue, and a pin I found]

Made this for Green Team.
It's very simple to make, and fun.

I have two other designs as well, been wearing them around campus.
Do you want a tutorial?

Pinwheel Personality

[pen character doodles cut out from the back of my butterpaper pad, and an empty pin holder]

*Who am I today?*
*Let's take a spin on the pinwheel personality!*

la la la la
dum dum dum
da da da da

Empty consumption

[fibre-tip coloured pen on a Body Shop bookmark]

The grandest, shiniest, time waster.
A hollow orchestral consumption, looping forever.
I am sorry.

AThief of a Different Kind

[poem written with drawing pen and coloured pens, washed wish water, on a tea-bag aged scrap paper I made last year]

[click to enlarge, or read txt version here]

This came to me today, when I realised... it's marking me.

"I ebb and flow into your mind
I am the fear within your tunnel of time
creating seismic superfluous yarn
weaving yourself into an intricate darn
Barrier."

202 SOS

[felt-tip pens, scrap board that was cut into circles ages ago, yarn]

The three of us threaded through time.

I need this to get through.

Can't wipe it away

[pen sketch on a napkin I got from eating at Johnny's today]

Busy as you can see.

Dangerous & Sweet

[pencil colours and pen on a passport photo envelope that's been stashed in my wallet]

it stings
like a spider
hits you deep inside