bella notte

I'm listening to Disney soundtracks and besides the soundtrack to the Little Mermaid, I love Bella Notte from Lady and the Tramp.

Oh this is the night, it's a beautiful night
And we call it bella notte
Look at the skies, they have stars in their eyes
On this lovely bella notte.
Side by side with your loved one,
You'll find enchantment here.
The night will weave its magic spell,
When the one you love is near!
Oh this is the night, and the heavens are right!
On this lovely bella notte!

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I am SAD because my art skills has gone to virtually 0 after like, not keeping up with sketching and drawing for ages. The only really good thing I can do are eyes. I love the eyes that I do but I CAN'T JUST DO EYES MY WHOLE LIFE.

Did some random doodling of Hei/Li's face and might upload it soon. gekajrerq;we

finally.

I say it emphatically, finally. The bulk of my work is gone, I'm only left with an article due Friday and the Buddhism report due Tuesday - I'm feeling rather relaxed now. I can look at the clock and say, hey it's only 10:30pm right now, not some god forsaken witching hour.


5 second shutter speed. Transform the world.

( I want to superimpose life onto life, and death unto death. )

I've been more or less reduced to a mere shell of what I used to be and what I'm supposed to be right now. I feel exuberantly, lifeless. In a sense, I am now a number-crunching, letter-punching drone - but a more cerebral kind of course, yet a drone nonetheless. CLONE DRONES. Haha. Sorry, I thought of Star Wars for a moment.

Writing is supposed to be therapeutic, cathartic releases for tortured souls. I'm feeling this release that I'm supposed to feel, but not in it's entirety. When I write, when I blog, when I pen down words, it becomes a mouthpiece, a reflection for all this eroguronansensu which is basically - me. Hi, I'm a teenager, I talk like I'm on crack. Good day.

And good night. I need to start brainstorming for microfiction stuff. Maybe I shall take part in NaNoWriMo?