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Zee. 22. Singapore. Fine Art student. Procrastinator. Occasional insomniac. My favourite kind of gifts come in the form of books. Writing keeps me sane. Art keeps me busy. Music is universal. Europe is the place to be.

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La La Laaa
Monday 30 August 2010 | 1:17 am

The date that's been heavily marked with black sharpie and excessive use of exclamation marks on the calendar is finally here. Yes, I'm talking about La Liga. (Since my EPL dose has moved to a rival TV network, everybody, on three: BOO!) I'm waiting for the 2:55 AM match but in the meantime, Barca players are entertaining me.

I've finished my Drawing I assignment and it looks weird because I had accidentally deleted the reference picture I took in class. Yes, I'm that smart, yo. So I had to really remember and visualise how the light falls on the objects. It was a bit frustrating but hey, it can't be helped. The picture is gone. Deal with it. I am, however, very unhappy about the last vase. The shading just doesn't look right.

Oh well.

Methinks Ozil needs a new diet.

Drizzle In Ma Heart
Saturday 14 August 2010 | 3:12 am

What the bleep bleep bleep.

In this holy month, I'm trying my hardest not to swear. Hence the bleep bleep bleep. But sometimes, I just do - by accident because humans just annoy other humans without actually meaning to but won't apologise for it and that just elevates that annoyance more. I don't do it out loud, though; it's all in my head, but that's just as good as actually saying it, and that further annoys me more.

Yes, I'm officially annoyed. I don't know if it's from the lack of sleep; or the frustration from having to clear away my assignment pile; or how angry I get just thinking about how bleeping pointless the 3D Studies class is, and how annoying that I have to do a portrait with research, colour studies, artist reference and a study reflection; or HOW MY DAD IS HOGGING THE TV WHEN I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE WATCHING A LIVE MATCH OF BAYERN MUNICH vs REAL MADRID.

Did I mention that it's Real Madrid? Did I mention that it's a live telecast?

I was so looking forward to it and then poof! All the excitement is gone. I was near to tears. I nearly tore this stupid planar models note down the middle. dsfhwpeijhewcifje fiejfdkfjdslkmfoeut-024jg.

This always happens, I'm telling you.

Why, God, WHY?

You've Got Me Squealing
Sunday 8 August 2010 | 6:16 pm

No, I didn't get to watch the full match. Not even half of it, either - just the highlights of the game which is okay because it's better than nothing. And of course they won. My huggable and adorable penguin scored! He got me squealing in front of the Mac. I'll be doing more of that when Barcelona plays later.

Oh, the excitement!

Too Bad 20 Is Not Here
Saturday 7 August 2010 | 2:25 am

How about some Real Madrid love, eh?

I absolutely love this shot. It makes me feel like I'm standing just behind Kaka, Ronaldo and Raul (which is all very well, to be honest, because this is the closest that I could possibly ever get with them...unless somebody decides to give me the ticket to one of their home games as a gift. Ahem.) You know the saying: So close yet so far. And the only saddening thing about this shot - and I really do mean saddening - is Raul.

Oh, Raul! It's going to be very weird not seeing him and Guti in white anymore. Wish things had turned out differently but oh well. As long as they're happy.

I'm going to have to find a way to watch this Sunday's match. If it weren't for today's (yesterday's?) paper, I would have forgotten all about it. Nonetheless, I still gasped. Then I scanned down the list, and hello! There was Barcelona. Another gasp. Though, it was mentioned that most of the World Cup players would sit this one out which means I won't get my dosage of Pique-ness. Feuch.

I know: I need to fucking stop talking about football.

This week's assignment load not so bad. I've got a reflection to write, some research to do and still that e-learning thing that I have yet to read. Oh, and of course that 80 sketches that I have to complete by the end of the semester.

I forgot how these people tend to make life miserable.

Mesut Ozil!

Yeah, I need to sleep. Goodnight.

Who Said That?
Sunday 1 August 2010 | 2:29 am

God won't give you anything you can't handle.

But bloody hell! I'm so fucking stressed, worried and frustrated. This coming week has got to be the worst yet. I've got two A3-sized work to do. 2 e-learnings to go through. A wire model to be completed at least 50% - and I'm thinking how do I know exactly mine is 50% done?

I swear to God, if it weren't for my PA-worthy phone that is E63, I'd be forgetting about my assignments and their deadlines. My God. I haven't been sleeping right. My things are all over the dining table. I think of my assignments as I'm falling asleep and I just feel so fucking sad and lonely - like school is eating up too much of my time and when I come home, I'm always doing some school stuff and I feel like I haven't been talking to my parents much and I feel like I'm drifting away and it's just fucking upsetting.

Bleh!