Musing 02.28.17


drawing 2017 | <3, skim

From time to time, life seems jagged and rigid… out of alignment… stained. You catch your reflection from a shop window and the expression you see breaks your heart. You try to let go of the tension from your face. The expression deepens. You try to smile instead distorting the expression into one of confusion and denial.

All this within a matter of seconds lest someone catches you in the act of self-awareness.

When the seconds pass, unable to conceal the reality from your face, you face the ground and walk on.

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Postcard | Feb.2017 | 01


postcard 2017 01 | <3, skim


Sending you lots of love and peace~ I miss you loads! Do you like the postcard? I made it the other day. It’s a moment that a lot of healing moments were spent creating. What do you think?
Until next time, it’s the month of love~


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A Letter to January 2017


postcard 2014 01 | <3, skim

Hey January 2017,

You did it! It’s your last day. As expected, you were always on time, and you performed your duties perfectly.

So here’s to you, January 2017! Despite whatever else may have happened during your time, this is how I’ll remember you.

I’ll remember seeing Venus burning a gleaming hole in an otherwise dark and cloudy night on the 12th. It was as closest I got to the beauty of the outer space in person, and purely by chance to boot.

I’ll remember The Women’s March on the 21st: witnessing the sea of pink pussy hats, hearing young female activists’ reasons and demands, admiring grandmothers swearing politely in solidarity, being uplifted by picket signs covered in hearts, kittens, and glitter, being encouraged by the gorgeous weather during a rainy season, and being in awe amidst the power of women.

I’ll remember looking at pictures of David Bowie traveling in Mexico City at Forest Lawn Museum. Are museums in memorial parks a thing? Seeing photographs of David Bowie’s hypnotising eyes housed with the museum’s permanent collection of classical paintings, sculptures, and objet d’art was kind of like seeing the progress of the human history: loads of old stuff with a bit of new stuff to breathe in some freshness to the old stuff that have outlasted countless lives. Seeing a teenager with neon green dreads in rainbow tights in the pristine and imposing environment made me feel like magic by proxy.

I’ll remember the lights and the music of Night on Broadway where the usually traffic ladened downtown streets became a backdrop for visual and musical artists, DJs, performers, a buffet of food trucks, and a giant ferris wheel. And it was all sponsored by the city! Now, that’s government done right! Bringing people together for fun, food, and friendship while boosting the economy and creating a community united in boogieing together, interculinary marriages and their offsprings, and a giant ferris wheel.

Goodbye January 2017~ Thank you for your impeccable contribution to the humankind. Without you, nothing would have existed for the past 31 days. I’ll remember you!


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