As much as I tried, keeping up with the 366 challenge thing ain't going to work out, especially with the revision I have to do now *eye twitch as I think about the 26 maths past papers* and my mocks start early April, and my board exams are 2 weeks after my mocks...which is the weirdest and most useless thing my school came up with AND we just finished a couple of portions...
It has been a fun couple of months and it filled up my page but i just can't x_x I'm going to post the stuffs I did after January as not part of the challenge, maybe mid-year? I'll be definitely drawing everyday then
A Vury Happy New Year to everyone who stumbles upon this ^3^
My New Year was a bit marred by the fact that one of our best hotels went up in flames a mere hour before the fireworks show...right next to the tallest building in the world where the annual fireworks display holds. I happen to live across the street as well, talk about putting fire in the fireworks.
In other news I decided to attempt the 365 days of doodle challenge (key word: attempt) that should be fun ;w;
A Vury Happy New Year to everyone who stumbles upon this ^3^
My New Year was a bit marred by the fact that one of our best hotels went up in flames a mere hour before the fireworks show...right next to the tallest building in the world where the annual fireworks display holds. I happen to live across the street as well, talk about putting fire in the fireworks.
In other news I decided to attempt the 365 days of doodle challenge (key word: attempt) that should be fun ;w;
What is this you ask? I actually have a journal entry? Well well what could this be?
Essentially this is about Pay it forward, and pay it forward is a meme of sorts that has me giving you gifts!
To participate (expecting zero participation) simply write "Meow" in the comments below and which medium would you prefer from me, traditional (charcoal or pencil) or digital
Bear in mind that I have to choose the gift, so no requests other than for medium please ;w;
The first 10 (not even sure I will get that many people) to comment will get a gift ^3^
Not To Be Analyzed
I write this poem,
In a daring hope,
That this will not be
Analyzed.
I’ve read and re-read,
Some good stories and books,
But what spoils it most,
Is my Language class.
I endure pain every step,
When I read and analyze a text.
When words are gauged and torn apart,
In a vain attempt to get at its’ heart.
I cringe when they set me a test,
And tell me to analyze a text.
And every word I have to take,
And turn into a soulless blade.
When phrases turn into empty shells,
Devoid of feelings, Empty things.
When words lose their meanings once so vast.
And when the words so carefully written,
Become the things of tec