Where’s my Hunny part 3

Hunny, I need a hug soon….

Stay Home Sunday

Time now is 9:30pm. I have worked the whole day on the stencil. All three layers are up and I did some touching up with white paint, by spraying the white spray into a bottle to collect it. No movies tonight most probably, but I would never know till the last movie showtime for the day is over. LOL

Oh well, that aside, I’m quite proud of the work that I have done. I wonder if one day I can actually start selling these pieces. I’m thinking I’ll put a picture of the final work up instead of my progress for anonymity purposes.

LOL, I’m just stoning and staring at the stencil.

Cooped Up Sunday

It was another full day cooped up at home. Working on the stencil, and as it was coming to life, I really couldn’t help but feel excited about it. Did a little more designing on it to add more contrast and to make up for some mistakes. I think this could be the final one. I’m quite proud of it considering it’s my first attempt.

So today, I was actually contemplating making a trip down to Bras Basah or Takashimaya and buy some additional supplies. Unfortunately, it’s been quite a dampening day. The rain isn’t really helping with my stencil, mainly because there isn’t any light in the area outside my flat, where I’m doing my spraying.

Currently, I have already completed the second layer tones and just put on the top layer, waiting for it to dry and spray a few more layers. Then the whole picture should be quite alive then. Now I’m beginning to feel cooped up for not heading out today. Feel like catching an after dinner or late night movie, not really up to a Wala Sunday. Enough of music for the past few days. Especially with last night’s exposure, I’m a little off from EIC at the moment.

Sian 1/2.

A night filled with joy, a morning filled with thoughts

So last night I went to St James Power Station. Wasn’t my intention really, I just wanted to head out for some coffee. But my friend had original plans to head down there, and so I tagged along.

And I was so glad that I went. They had one room which was really good, in fact, I didn’t want to leave it for anything else. And when I say good, I really mean for the music. I can foresee myself heading down to St James pretty often now.

I have to admit, I was thinking of someone the whole time I was in that room, and I was convinced she would most definitely like this room.

Got home at about 4 after a late night’s supper and, as usual, again, I automatically woke up at 9 am. I tossed and turned, in a dream like yet semi concious state, with alot of thoughts on my mind again. I’m beginning to get quite used to this.

I couldn’t help but rethink some of the conversation that I had with my friend at Velvet the night before. I’m becoming quite tired, but at the same time, I’m still thinking and re-establishing myself. Sometimes I wonder have I really accepted everything that come my way. Sometimes when I say I want to be honest, I wonder have I really been honest? So when my friend said that I “flip” well, I begin to wonder, why then do I still deny things when I can flip both ways?

So after much thought, I reached an undeniable conclusion. I’ll be damned at that conclusion, and most ironically, this conclusion is making me so confused that I had to write it down in a poem.