Because the song has been living in my head for the past two weeks, and because these feelings have been rekindled, I just want to share the awesomeness that is this guy and his violin.

Labels: BigBang, cool story bro, cover, violin

I should get started on my assignments, but I want to spend some quality time with my sketchbook. I still have another dozen faces to do for the 24 individual shots of Real Madrid's players. All is well from Casillas to Ozil; the resemblance in the silhouettes is strong, but come to Granero and Marcelo — well, I have to make a few adjustments here and there.

Labels: cool story bro

I am not going for the Europe trip. Yes, I'm a bit bruised and bitter, but it's okay. Now is just not the right time, I guess. Italy and Paris aren't going anywhere. The Colosseum will still be standing. As well as the Eiffel Tower and the Louvre.

So I've been spending quality time with my new sketchbook. I love it, by the way. So much so that I do my house chores as fast as possible and then just draw away the rest of the day. It's fun. I feel so relaxed and content. All I can think about is draw, draw and draw some more.


I did a portrait on Ben Barnes first. It doesn't really look him, and there are things that I should change in my sketch, but I'm trying.



I did Yoann Gourcuff yesterday. Again, there are things that I should change, especially the chin and jaw. ASDFGHJKL;

Labels: art, ben barnes, cool story bro, goodbye, i'm hurting and depressed and sad but believe this is all for a reason, sketch, yoann gourcuff

My heart just cannot handle this emotional ride of a roller coaster.

When my lecturer mentioned the Europe study trip, and my name is on the list, I was already saying goodbye to the opportunity. With a reluctant heart, of course. I mean, come on now. Who doesn't want to go to Europe, and visit museums and observe masterpieces first hand? A pity, though, because I couldn't afford it, but that was before I learned that I could actually use my PSEA account.

The balance amount is overwhelming and there was that glimmer of hope. So I was happy for a while until the day that my lecturer said to set aside 1.5K because the PSEA cannot forward the desired amount to my account without proof. They want to see the receipt that I actually purchase an airline ticket and all that jazz for this educational trip.

See the problem here? I have the money, but it's held hostage by the PSEA because apparently, I have to use my money in order to use my PSEA money.

So now I really don't know. Someone offered to cover the expenses for me first and then I'll repay at a later time, but I don't know how much later PSEA will be able to reimburse me because that's the only way to go; I'm not about to let my parents fork out the money for me.

To be honest, all this owing-people-money business don't sit well with me. I don't want that.

I guess I'll just have to find out how long the PSEA normally take to process for this kind of transaction. If it takes too long then I can officially say goodbye to Europe…



I mean it when I said that I feel like I'm stuck with some kind of blue since Friday.

Assignments are piling high and yet I feel nothing. No sense of urgency or whatsoever. It's like I'm numb.

Dead.

What is wrong with me?

Labels: ramble

It's back to school for me in a few hours.

As always, I'm having mixed feelings at the start of every semester; excited and dreary, but, to be honest, I'm ready to just immerse myself in the ever-growing pile of assignments because I realise that if I have no reason to actually pick up the paintbrush, then I won't because I'm on school break. What's the rush? And if you have any idea of the events leading up to this, I'd assure you that painting is the last thing you would want to do.

I have other interests to pursue, but of course I haven't written anything solid since November. I have penned something down, but then I'll go over it again and decide a rewrite is in order and I'm never satisfied with what is written — until just a few hours ago.

It's the 50 Vignettes that I've been meaning to write.

I've done 2 on the word-prompt list.

48 more to go.

It's always like this. It doesn't matter how long a school break is because I won't be able to accept what I've written until the very last day when I have to sleep early because school starts tomorrow and I can't get away from the laptop because these ideas and words have just raped my mind and it feels like if I don't type everything down now, I'm going to lose it forever.

Labels: ramble, writer's block

It's tutorial week and I'm on the bedroom floor, brushes in hand with the iPod on, and my improvised palette nearby doing the Harmony painting. I've been there for hours. My back aches. My eyes sting. My coughs never subsiding. Then I took a step back, look at what I've been painstakingly painting since daylight and thought, This is why we practice.




Long story short, I had no idea I could paint plaid and actually be satisfied with it.

It is bloody worth it.

The only annoying part is this: I'm sick again.

Well, I've never really recovered properly. And the flu just came back. It's one of those flus where you feel like sneezing and then you don't. Instead, you have tears coming out of one eye. What the actual bleep, man.