My version of starry starry night. A gift for a dear friend. #acrylics on wood.
I do things. Many things. Sometimes they make sense, oftentimes they don't. But I do lotsa things anyways. Coz doing things is awesome. Just awesome.
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My EDC 1.tiny swiss army knife 2.flash light 3.olympus epl #edc #everydaycarry #bagvomit #gadgets (at Dhanishtas Grandma’s House)
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I started painting with acryllics mid 2012. That was the first time I actually painted on a canvas. Since that day, I discovered that I have it in me to paint… I just needed the confidence boost. I was looking at my modest collection over the year and I have gotten better. Maybe I need to practice working with hues and shading and how to mix colours. I guess practice really does make perfect.
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The mood swings have become extremely vicious. This madness it must stop.
Last night I confided to a friend that I think I’m going mad. I really think I am. But would that make me a genius, if I should so become a madman?
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The Girl Who Was Scared To Try”
There once was a girl who wanted to do well,
But she was scared of failure, so she’s stuck in a Hell
Of procrastination and excuses, since she’s afraid to commit
And these simple facts are something she’d never admit.So she dibble dabbles in this and that, but it’s all the same
Never finishing anything she starts, and only she is to blame
Cuz’ to fail at a sincere effort, is her greatest fear
So she hides behind cynicism, year after year…If she never attempts anything, then she’ll never be judged
Living in her cocoon of passivity, where she’ll never be budged
Hopefully someday she’ll decide to finally TRY,
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I’m unhappy dammit.
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Cer teka si bulat kat mana? Cer teka? Cer teka? Kat hospital laaa. I’ll be here aaaaaallllll weekend. Boo. :(
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Ask me how I’m fucked today and I will tell you 7 different ways.
Argh. This semester is killing me. I feel like I’ve lost control. The classed are overwhelming, I have no confidence when I express my views. My voice literally quavers when I talk. All my research make no sense. My proposals are scattered and I have this sinking feeling I won’t get to relive the glory of the previous semester.
My feng shui lied. It’s not a good year for Monkeys.
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This is how you make a girl melt. ♥♥♥
