I want to treat this as a journal. A record of how I spend my days. Here is where I'd like to accumulate the small things that've brought me inspiration, my ponderings, the insignificant things that amusement me, and the art that I create with my own two hands. If I go off topic or if some things I post don't make much sense to you, I apologize in advance (ahahaha). For this space is less of a blog and more of a diary to me, so please do try to understand.
With a bright, fresh smile it offers me a sip of crisp spring water…
Quick mushroom-head doodle!
I’d fancy a cap like that!
My perfect time of day.
This is how I feel about some people.
They’ll always be a mystery to me. Because I’m afraid the key I have doesn’t quite fit. As corny as that sounds.
Little ones that’ve found their home on a page in my journal.
An older doodle I doodled.
My parents are squirrels.
Particularly my dad. He goes about busily, flitting here, flitting there…always doing something. Currently he’s organizing his massive book collection. He’s re-shelving his books by alphabetical order of authors, categorizing by subject, by size, by colour…who knows. And he’s been at it for…4 hours now?
Just like how a chipmunk might sort the acorns he’s hoarded up in his tiny little burrow.
My recent days have been odd. Time passes irregularly. I have no grasp on what day it is or what the hour is. One day seeps into the other, and before I know it, a whole week has passed and I’ve accomplished nothing.
says the boa constrictor.
(Source: dibujarodraw, via seabois)
“Omnipresence has become an ordinary human dimension.”
– Marshall McLuhan