Funny how things just...

When we moved in to the new house, I was automatically elected to make a house chores roster wheel, because I like to pretend I'm a creative artsy schmartsy person. I know, I can be a bit douchey sometimes. Bear with me, will you? You ARE my diary, after all.

So earlier today, after four whole weeks of procrastination, I finally decided that it's high time for me to make the damned wheel. Mostly because the house is currently resembling the aftermath of a tsunami. As I was rummaging through my arts and crafts box to look for coloured papers, something caught my eyes, and made me pause.

It was a sketch book, bounded in spiral, with a bright canary yellow cover. I bought it around July of 2007. Most of the pages have been torn out, there was only a few blank sheets left. Well...they were all blank, except for one.

There was a half-done pencil sketch of the small and disgusting pond in Fitzgerald Park. I used to go there all the time when I first got here. I used to LOVE that stupid pond.

As I was staring at that sketch, I remembered.

I remembered why I started drawing it,

and I remembered why I stopped,

half way through.

And for many reasons we both know, it all felt rather...bittersweet.

Funny how things worked out just fine in the end.

Funny how I've always thought it was impossible.



Funny how a terrible sketch can paint a love song in my head.



xoxo
Atiqah