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[pen illustration on a piece of scrap paper I took from that exact pile of trash in the picture, while sweeping]

We find things we are looking for in the most unexpected places.
We find the most unexpected things in common places.

Every now and then, we should take ourselves off the shelf and shake the dust off.
Spin around a little. Break a little. Heal a little.

Meow!

[coloured felt tip pens on the product tag for our newly purchased cat house/scratching post]

rrrr....

This kitty has somewhat become my muse!
Even when she is complaining.

Who could ever resist?

Atmospheric Pressure

[ballpoint pens on a serviette (fancy word for napkin) from a wedding today.]

It's hard to remain in one state of mind when everything keeps on interfering.
It's impossible to look at one thing and not see the finer, more sinister details.
It's easier to live in a bubble, oblivious to harm.
But everything is what it is, right or wrong.

On another note, it's so hot today.

Currently, in this life

[drawing pen and coloured pencils on half of found graph paper. The blue marker streaks are from last week's work, this was under it I guess.]

And I've barely even reached 1%.

There's definitely a whole world out there.

Melody Mechanism

[watercolour markers and coloured pencils on a piece of notebook paper with Regina Spektor's 'Musicbox' scrawled across it. I was practising lettering last semester.]

I went kayaking today with you.
I know the water wasn't blue.

It doesn't matter.
I feel better.

It's in the Details

[pink and blue felt-tip pens on a library fine receipt. I always return books late. sheesh]

I can be lousy. Very lousy.
But at least I'm trying.

I'm late!

[purple pen on a torn notebook paper]


Oh no!
I'm so busy today!

Ob La Di Ob La Da

[felt-tip pens, scrap fabric from a bandanna for my project, excess coloured paper]

Ob La Di Ob La Da
Life goes on, Brah!
Lala how the life goes on~

After a whole night and day working, the coffee is still going strong.

Polar Heart

[drawing pen, excess model board, some scrap pearl string I salvaged from my mom's discarded flower bouquets, excess frosted plastic, coloured paper and magnets on the back]


This is something different.

Magnets.
They attract and repel at the same time.

Here they complete each other.

Mental Block

[felt tip pens and marker on a decade-old scrap fabric I found around the house]

I really need to work.
But I'm having a mental block.

I need to find my way out of this!

Longing for

[drawing pen and pencil colours on a loose (fancy) notepad paper I found on our messy desk at home]

She never fails to amaze me.

Full circle

[drawing pen on a paper plate from tonight's barbecue for studio]

I want to hold on tightly to everything I've ever cared for or loved.
I'm unbelievably lucky.

Stlink

[Sharpie and various paint markers on a recreation brochure I got at FRIM today]

No water due to palm oil spill accident.

special

[pen on origami peace swan, folded using a section of my previous project's design brief. Different pattern on other side.]

I met some wonderful Japanese folks today.
Learned how to fold these birds.
They were displaying Hiroshima/Nagasaki art and collecting signatures for a petition to ban all nuclear weapons.

It's Zayan's birthday.
A humble heartfelt book.
An altogether wonderful day.

Even the most mundane can be the most special.

Light the Night

[Paint markers, sharpie, silver marker and pencil colour on a faultily spray painted mounting board for my previous project]

Monday.
Nervous. Busy. Passed with a blur.

Walking alone at night under the starry sky is refreshing, calming, liberating.
I freely roam my thoughts.

Tonight was the 15th of Muharram, thus full moon.

Cries

[candle from yesterday’s protest, watercolor markers, ballpoint & drawing pens, and other various markers from the marker box; on a piece of scrap notebook paper]

Listen.

This postcard is rael

[ballpoint pens, silver marker, glitter, and other various markers from my newly retrieved marker box; on a newspaper cutting of Gaza being attacked and some scrap model board]

I am shocked.
I went to the protest today, and I just can’t believe the police’s actions.

Oppression is everywhere.

I can't draw today

[drawing pen on the back of my a3 butter paper pad]

I scribbled this quickly, barely looking, while in the car on the way back from a forum on the Palestinian issue.

Packed, busy day, and no mood.

Just plenty of unanswered questions.

Departure Time

[my trusty drawing pens on an AirAsia boarding pass my friend Kim handed to me when I asked for scrap paper]

We have to live this life a little. Just keep in focus.

Having late-night conversations is good for you.

McBucks

[red and black ballpoint pens on the back of an Al-Aqsa Friends’ Society bookmark]

Can’t we live without being tied to the super wants?

The stars came out to say Hello

[drawing pens on a small promo handout for the Theatre Club membership drive]

The night started out cloudy, and then the sky cleared, greeting us with stars.

We sat and under the street light and listened to the angklung and the orchestra of the night.
We talked about defining moments, girl talk and life.

Wishes

[drawing pen on the back of a clothes tag from a scarf my friend T-qa gave to me]

It’s quizzically lonely.

Be gentle with me

[felt tip pens and coloured pencils on paper from an old school notebook of mine from 4 years ago, lying around the room]

Little Rain, I know you're still scared. I am, too.
I wish you have family and friends.
Meanwhile, we can try to be yours, little buddy.

And I made the first date mistake this year... I got the date wrong at the top. Ooops my bad.


music: The Boy Least Likely To - Be Gentle With Me

Little Rain

[felt tip pens on an ace hardware shop receipt, quite obviously]

(please click to enlarge)

It has soft brown fur, and eyes of gray blue.
Like the rainy sky.

7W

[coloured sharpie pens on an IKEA light bulb label I found in the drawer]

Are things beginning to change?
I don't know. Who knows what we have in store?

On a lighter note, I somehow enjoyed myself in AutoCAD class today.
Maybe I am a geek after all.

First post: A new Year

[pen illustration on a piece of paper that came in the mail with my dad's reader's digest]

Maybe we should start this new year with a prayer.
Everything should start with a prayer.
Especially now.