Last week, she heaved a sigh of relievement that he art piece was finally completed, waiting to do her last touch up, ready to doll up her porcelain doll. Fake eyelashes, silver-lined glitter ribbons, all already bought for her porcelain figure. Little did she know that what she was going to see later on will practically tear her apart. She exclaimed in horror by the sightings of her art piece, when it was finally revealed to her. Months and months of time, effort GONE. In the art's store room, fragments of her art piece threw all over the place, those broken pieces that will haunt her for now, of which she will not forget, will not forget. The outcome turned out nothing of what she discerned it to be. Sheer disappointment, you said it all. Yes, indeed. seeing is believing.
Tears glistened in her eyes, she did not want her sorrow to be known, but soon was discovered. It looked perfection at first, finely carved to perfection. After it was fired, it became shattered and broken. We should all learn to expect the unexpected. I did not expect it, it just wasn't meant to be broken. Somethings just were not. Though sadness does not prevails in me now, i still feel the disappointment, the feeling of being a failure. a complete one. -shakes head
There currently a spider on the ceiling directly above my head. A small one though, but spiders naturally bring a sense of fear in many, but me of course. hahaha. Told julia i will blog simple, so i try and here it is. No hard words right. I was really depressed over my art piece which i took like what seemed forever to complete. Maybe in these kind of things, no one will truly be able to understand til that happens to you. Yes, and i guessed so. thanks all for cheering me up. art is like practically everyday alive thing. Even saturdays aren't a break-off. sighs. Planned to go wet and wild or whatever at that pasir ris place tml, but seems like art took it away. That included my last sunday pls. Fever, for sake.
Sometimes i feel my body has been playing on me. I had these look alike chicken-pox rashes through my whole body last night. They aren't itchy, painful when you accidentally scratch. Body, body, when will you get well huh? And i guess i should be catching up on my deprived food intakes. Yes, oh mr icecream, mrs chocolates, mdm cookies oh yeah! My rumbling empty stomach growls for food. Oh, english oral was a trash, a suckfest. just adding with my complete sore voice. May the handsome teaches or rather leaches give me a good mark on the scoresheet. I'm serious on the handsome part, i hope i'm not lying, leaches oh leaches. pls forgive me on that one.
bye now loves.
