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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The anticipated two-week break is finally here. I played TS3 for a while last night and got fed up with the lack of architectural idea for a new home. So I quit, grabbed my notebook and do an umpteenth floor plan in bed. Only that I dozed off and left my Mac on until daylight.

Never again.

Real Madrid plays at 05:00 AM today. I am still deciding whether to stay up or set my alarm for the match. I'm just tired. If only there was an energy patch or something. Sometimes I think sleep is such a waste of time. Think about it. If sleep wasn't needed, there are so many things that could get done.

Right?

This, I find amusing:

He had me at I have just moved.

Bloody hell. What a shock.

Am I actually waiting for 03:45 to watch Arsenal play against Barcelona? My day starts early and ends late tomorrow. Well, later to be precise; it's Thursday already. Thursday. And I've only done 2 study models of the sofa. I've got 88 more textures to do, and an A2-size paper collage.

What a vicious circle.

Week after week, there's always something to finish. I don't even have time to read or write consistently.

I'm so out of my element right now.

I want coffee.

Wednesday: Digital Art & Design class in the early morning.

I went with my assignments half done because I used the most part of the evening after yesterday's class retouching on the pattern above. This was made on Photoshop and I'm damn proud of it because I think the colours go well together and the chocolate background reminds me of, yes, dark chocolate and chocolate today, for me, pretty much translates to Theo Walcott — and now I'm cringing.

Below is the hand-drawn pattern. I had to draw a 10 by 10 box and then make the marks on the halves and the halves of the halves — it was quite tiring for me because when it involves things like this, the perfectionist in me expects nothing but perfection.

Or something marginally close to it.

Not quite as impressive as making a seamless pattern with the Photoshop brushes, but I think it's quite good. There's a little break in one of the lines and I wasn't about to let it show to the naked eye so I decided to just scale it down. It worked because the lecturer said my work is "not bad".

And I thanked God, Trivium, Lucenzo and the two other So Fine people that were with me.

Imagine him doing this celebration goal and somewhere along the way, he trips over his own foot. Heh. Eep. Oops.

Read: JUST JOKING. I heart no. 23.

Also joking is how I think it would be embarrassing if Cris sprained his ankle prior stepping onto the pitch because he's always doing that pre-game jump, like some kind of last stretching/warm-up thing. Please ignore this paragraph.

This gif is very adorable, okay? Him blowing kisses to the fans and kissing the crest. Yay!

Aaand…double yay! Suarez scored against Stoke City — but I still don't like the guy. Tra-la-la.

All things football-related isn't going well for me because blablabla left blablabla and blablabla moved to blablabla, and blablabla is blablabla behind blablabla, then blablabla tussled with blablabla, and that other blablabla talked smack about blablabla and saying irrelevant blablabla things.

I forgot that I need an A2 drawing paper. And my box of acrylic in the fucking locker. And my 3D model is missing. Fuuuck.

I'm just going to go look at my Pantone colour chart.