Shane

Shane wearing his badass TOJ Moto, Unbranded and Red Wings.

Headless Doodle

Doodling on a boring Sunday afternoon.

Onion

A little birthday present I made for a friend, whom I miss very much.

A certain someone a long time ago once confessed what I was to him. Listening to him, I thought he understood me with so much clarity – he recognized my irregularities, and yet regarded them as a collection of fitting details that created a defined portrait. Hell, I thought, I don’t even understand myself half as well as he does.

I find it difficult to explain myself when I’m angry or upset. I spend hours and days trying to figure out why I feel the way I do, or why I reacted in such a manner. Is this what is called being irrational? I’m assuming that irrationality refers to how ridiculous or nonsensical it is for a particular thing to have caused a particular feeling. But how can it be irrational when there is causation in one’s mind? In that case, irrationality does not exist. Never dismiss anything that anyone says as irrational, because everything always makes sense as long as you are looking through different eyes.

I’m afraid that even that certain someone probably does not understand me fully, or maybe he does, I don’t know, because I don’t even understand half the things I think or feel. Feelings are just such great big onions aren’t they. Can’t figure out if they’re different onions, or maybe just one huge one. But here’s my guess – it always boils down to just one very simple desire.

How lovely the world would be if every one had a companion who could figure you out before you can even do so yourself.

The complete process on tumblr. Wanted to try out watercolour pencils for this but amidst all the school work, returning of lost work permits, L4D2 etc, I’ve even forgotten where I can buy watercolour pencils (I don’t think bookshops sell them).

A few months ago I was just telling Shane how I was craving for mooncakes and couldn’t wait for mooncake festival to come around. Now, I’ve eaten so much that I think the craving won’t come around again for another year. But damn those chewy, fatty, oily, artery-clogging, heart-attack inducing mooncakes are tasty.