The portrait of my father in acrylics has arrived at an untimely obstacle. Untimely because Father's Day's tomorrow, and the sole reason I want it done by midnight's because, I spent last year's broken to pieces in bed; no elaboration needed.

And so I worked on other things in the meantime, little painting exercises, portraits of friends- Fuzz's was supposed to appear earlier, but Yan's jawline was total maha twang I couldn't resist working on it first- and no, I will not infect this journal with my usual minah speak.

I start work on Monday- presumably another office job, so hopefully I'd still have time to work on portraits at night. And hopefully soon enough I'd have just enough to get a bike license, and my own bike- kinda first priority, well, besides being able to take my mother out on shopping trips often.

Funny how after freshman year I realised that time management isn't an issue at all. Procrastination is. I'll be working on weekends into the school year, but that'll be another thing altogether.

It's been a year, I'm still an innermost wreck, but that's okay. What can we do about these scars anyway.