Before & After

This is my latest collaborated project, an artwork yet to be given a name.
She is the second piece in The Eraser-Free Art Project, yes, please do take its name literally.

Somehow I tend to work well when filled with distress and sadness.

This may be the little positivity in things.

I do not know how to enlighten my writings.

Maybe I shall add a picture of cream cheese pie and you'll forgive me?

Or delicious melted, baked cheese and onions- of which I wrote a poem about.

The Walking Dead keeps me happy, a lovely plot to fill my night.

The zombies in the series, however, fail to impress.

//Friday, 8.32pm

Just thought about adding this intriguing piece of art here.

My dear friends, this is the one and only Blue Cheese (bleu cheese)

After all my 16 17 years, I've finally got to taste this.

Although unattractive on the outside, and not so pleasing on the first bite,

it leaves a nice afteraftertaste after a while.

Strong and powerful, all hail le mighty cheese.

Thank you, Maddie, for sharing this with me.

I am happy.

"What if your whole life was just a dream, and you are actually a baby imagining life in your mother's womb?"

I am painful, I am shy.

My relative is about to arrive any moment now.

Thus my insecurities and critical judgement skills.

I want to break out of this self-conscious shell and just be happy for who I am.

I have made an amazing discovery today,

my two friends are magicians in disguise.

They also pick locks, fly planes, shoot and speak French.

You have no idea how much I vomited rainbows. And unicorns.

Fruit smelled the XX's today, she picked up their lingering scent.

Though just a whiff, I find it amusing as she may just like the same things I do.

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She's coming any moment now, I best leave you in peace.

Take me to the second star to the right, maybe life will be much fairer there.

Farewell.

P.S. Please do not judge me by this sad post. I will promise you better things. However, I am not one who is good at promises.

Goodbye, goodbye.

Tis painfully sad to see two dear friends leave.

One, the beloved colour of '97.

The other, friendly abuser, who lives to torment me.

Though you're not to far away,

I dearly wish you'd stay.

Away to the underground land and another off to join the Kangaroo inhabitants.

I bid you farewell.

You left behind...

- a delicious, yet different jar of drop cookies

- a collage, as requested

- a sad, measly piece of paper with a meaningful note that will last me 'till April

Now all I've got is this photo to keep me company.

I shall paste your mural on my wall of writings and fame.

Our dreams and plans of Italy and Paris won't go to shame.

See you soon!

I was the only one in the back seat today.

These are such pretty, just oh-so-wonderful sentiments

I would love, just love to receive.

Considering I never liked flowers as gifts to begin with.

Well, wrapped in score sheets- that just changes things.

packaged in creative, colourful envelopes such as these.

You, all the way in Kangarooland, yes, you.

I saw these and I thought of you immediately.

Of you and your Oreo fetish.

I hope this inspires your innovative mind to make more Oreo creations,

just like the mini-Oreo keychain I got.

"Be strong. We all depend on you."

Bonjour, my darling.

How are you?

I baked with a lovely friend yesterday at 10.

We successfully managed to open a jar of honey

without the help of the three young lads next door.

Natalie Tran must be working my guns.

Winter and I talk non-stop about the mysterious opposite sex.

Of which I should add Spanish and Italian to the list.

It has been awhile since I laid eyes on such a nicely constructed face.

Thank you for the pick-me-up, lovely weather.

" It's true. I do love guys who have a nice scent around them. I'm sorry if this fact disturbs you."

"... I wouldn't want a guy who is your everyday, boy-next-door kind. I want someone who may appear normal on the outside, but rather in-depth, different and unexpecting (in a good way) on the inside. He may have bizarre quirks but that's what I love most about him. He's a player only when it comes to sports and is an adorable geek as well. He gets lost in books and enjoys figuring out things that intrigue him (next to me). He likes to try innovative and fun ways to celebrate our memorable occasions, each celebration with its own sentimental theme in it. He enjoys travelling and is rather cultured on the mysterious, foreign wonders. He is the intelligent cognoscenti; someone who knows much about the unknown. There are many sides of him I have seen, some of which I have yet to uncover under his alluring facade. He is the patty to my Sausage McMuffin, the combination to my locker, the inspiration in my writings- the one I have yet to cross paths with. Somewhere out there, as I write this, he is going through his daily routine. He had yet to know that I exist. And when we do meet, and once we've fallen in love, I will tell him how much I love him. "

- Page III, Paragraph X.