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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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Ba Dum Tss
Friday 24 February 2012 | 12:35 pm

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;



Today, I'm planning on drawing Zidane…and I don't know, possibly even every player's faces of Real Madrid — on a smaller scale, though.

Bah! I think I'm just trying to forget about the Europe trip, which is why I torture myself like this.


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To Go or Not to Go?
Tuesday 21 February 2012 | 3:17 pm


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…

AND SAY HELLO TO FRANKFURT IN DECEMBER.

InsyaAllah.

Go Away
Monday 6 February 2012 | 11:52 pm

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?

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