and balloons and balloons (pt. II)

ah~ yes. more photographs from nephew Sam's birthday! i guess the post about what actually have happened today (which are fun too) would have to wait. these pictures are better because it is taken by an actual camera and not by a crappy mobile phone. the colour mizes are mroe interesting and it is fun to edit.

 

with pretty cousin Loops. we were childhood friends and know plenty about each other's attitude. or not.

how handsome. oh, how handsome.
(jk,obvsly.)

and to make it all more accurate, let me end this thing with a Sylvia Plath Poem;

Balloons

Since Christmas they have lived with us, 

Guileless and clear, 

Oval soul-animals, 

Taking up half the space, 

Moving and rubbing on the silk 

Invisible air drifts, 

Giving a shriek and pop 

When attacked, then scooting to rest, barely trembling. 

Yellow cathead, blue fish-------- 

Such queer moons we live with 

Instead of dead furniture! 

Straw mats, white walls 

And these traveling 

Globes of thin air, red, green, 

Delighting 

The heart like wishes or free 

Peacocks blessing 

Old ground with a feather 

Beaten in starry metals. 

Your small 

Brother is making 

His balloon squeak like a cat. 

Seeming to see 

A funny pink world he might eat on the other side of it, 

He bites, 

Then sits 

Back, fat jug 

Contemplating a world clear as water. 

A red 

Shred in his little fist. 

5 February 1963

and balloons (Why-I-Don't-Have-A-Girlfriend-Yet-series pt.4)

photo-dump time.

 goddammit. balloons are so much fun.

i know, i just make fun of myself often, but nights are really getting lonely. i wish i have somebody who can just talk to me any time of the day and will really listen and share things or whatev. life is a very, very sad thing.

i dreamed of my special secret love twice in one sleep!

it is epic. i am very happy 'cause, although we have never been together for real, and my darling rarely replies to my messages, at least in another dimension that only exists in my subconscious mind, we can hold hands and lie in bed together.

---

i decided to use my other black sketchpad as an art/doodle diary for 2013. i am not sure how long will it last. it has more than two pages filled although only one and a half day of the year has passed. i wish i can get more organized but it really is tough for me. i want to die.