new home

so i finally moved over the last weekend

which explains why there wasn't any new entry of illustrations done.

can't really describe the feeling of finally staying by myself

but one thing i definitely noticed about myself that i am rather disgusted with

is that over the years, i have become a weaker and ...

the best animal to describe it : a chicken



I get paranoid when i shower

i get paranoid when i take the lift up

i get paranoid when i think of the times when i will be alone...

how gross is that?

where's the me that was always hungry for her own space

who knew she needed no one but perhaps would wanted company

for kicks, rather than for security


yes, its time for a review of who i really am and who i have become

not necessarily bad, but where i lack, i hope in having my space now

i can start filling up the void

the void and silence, or even the whisper from within me

that i so often ignore, by being distracted with everything else



well, alittle more about the space...

its really small. period.

:P



ny.