Halved

An struggling attempt, other than coffee and ciggies, to keep myself awake in the office.

I started with the eyes, pretty much to convey the weariness at that very moment. By the time the face was done, I have brought my out of the dreamy wonderland, into my current world of unsettled callings.

Where am I now? I see everyone else progressing. Meaningless job scope in the office stirred up the fustration of a talent, undermined. The job hunt is still on. I prostrated to the fact that studies is delayed. I have been uptight about the discouraging turnout of events. Dad is turning 50, and committed hard labours of more than 12 hours each day. It pains to see the weary in him. The retire mindset should, by right, be setting in at this time. Instead, he is not paid of a 3K wage by a former employee, who replied in an SMS: "I no money to pay you. Do me a favour, my kids are hungry. Need to feed them."

Fuck him and his kids.

Drawing down the neck, the chest and biceps are toned. Since a longed revisit to the gym last week, I constantly reminded myself not to bathe straight after I reached home. A daily weights training regime awaits my return. Definition in the body acted as the potential strength to brave through the uncertainties.

Or perhaps otherwise, a pretty desperate attempt to replace over wealth with a well-built body. I am convinced that a man without penny have no right over another lady for he will have little or no ability to bring her happiness in the long run. Even flings can be expensive. I do not refer woman to be materialistic or practical. A capable yet plain-looking man emits a charisma and confidence stronger than a brainless hunk. It is thus justified for a woman to measure man by his penny rather than his penis.

To portray a man still fiddling around in an unsettled state of mind, I halved him. Incomplete. He has a rough idea of what he wants and what he wants to achieve, but uncertainties ahead blurred the vision. Only half of him is visible. Bounded by various considerations, he dare not show his hand to what he have interest in. He walks the financially paved route, leaving interests as hobbies.

Reaching the lower body, I left him undressed. In his sub-conscious state of mind, there hides nothing. He demands the naked truth and condemns the lies.

I finished the censored piece of sketch to see the halved man in deep thoughts. A simple sketch that, yet, contains distorted emotions which some may sound nonsensical or unlogical.

I carried on to pen a halved female version mirroring the man. But the breast had gone terribly out of shape and proportion. So I folded the woman away. This can only mean I have never seen a real naked woman's body to gauge the proportions of the female's anatomy.

Any posers for me?