I had a dream last night. it was a happy dream. Isn’t it sad how happy dreams will make you wake up feeling sad, whilst you are glad as fuck when you wake up from an unhappy one? They say that dreams are depictions of things you want the most, locked away in the darkest depths of your subconscious. So true. So anyway randomly and nonsensically the dream led to many thoughts and then to terrorblade. So, I was trying to look for cartoons of terrorblade on google to find some inspiration to draw. and then i realized:

they are cute as fuck. and then there is this:

WHY IS TERRORBLADE so artistically and beautifully drawn. #emoheroeshatebeingcutiefied.

So anyway that aside I thought when terrorblade first came out in dota2 and I was so obsessed with him cuz he’s so handsome. Like, so dark and so strong and all~ ya’kno. So I was introduced to the movie that was beautifully made by warcraft 3 characters! its 64mins long, so if you haven’t watched it and you have the time, please do. It’s quite nice and surprisingly touching. 😥

The video has a sad ending 😦 I cried. I CRIED OVER PIXELS MOVING ON A SCREEN! YES!   Thus, I have decided tb and mirana need a better love story.

married life

Forgive my tb drawing… It’s the closest I can get with reference to the images that show up on google :’D   I wrote a poem few weeks back. I know it will never reach the eyes of the intended, but I guess I should just post it up anyway :’)

I still remember, the way to your house, the warmth of the sun through the windows, As you buried your head in my blouse< I traced the shape of your brows to your nose.

It’s getting easier to be harder now, to let us go, as you’ve gone on the train with a stoic goodbye, I was left by the tracks crying I love you so, You left nothing but a suitcase of memories behind.

As I unpacked to neaten, my life got messier; the façade was broken and crumbling from overdrive, As the bag got lighter, my heart sank heavier, I wanted to be dead, but pride kept me alive.

How do I struggle, and learn to erase, to forget our Saturday suppers and bad puns, to wipe my memories of your beautiful face –

How do you pen the exact pain of losing someone?

  Oh the scales of emotions on this post just tipped real quick now. ITS OK I AM ALIVE AND KICKING COME ON. ITS FINE!!! 😀 By the way in case anyone cares, I missed mambo jumbo at Zouk again. Bloody people everywhere.