A picture equals a thousand...

words.

And it pours.

Yup.Just as I barely sat down with coffee in hand, in a good mood after photography class...as I was doing so practice on outdoor sketching again...it just had to POUR.Literately.ON MY TABLE.

oh well.Pity it was raining, couldn't finish my roll of film today.

milk tea.

You know that little corner at AMK MOS Burger? Yeah?Its too cold.Damn cold when you are drinking a large ice milk tea. XD

Monday.

Has anyone noticed the Christmas Starbucks card look ALOT nicer than the SG editions?I got mine from Australia a nice gold one about 4 years back? Just wondering :p

Its monday.Urgh.

do the happy jig.

More often then not, when you just feel like shit and everything you do deserve a one way trip to the incinerator, you just need people to give you a giant slap and shake your brains out before you chug the booze and headbang your head into the nearest wall.But after that phase, you just face the godamn-I don't-give-a-flying-pickle about all these anymore moment.Thats where you start stoning.

And that is where a great cup of coffee comes along and make your day a lil less dreadful and now, you have a smiley artist that is all high on imaginary meth and talking weird things at 4am.

Heh.  

Sleep Depravity.

Its a driving force to squeeze any amount of juices from an artist.Think I might have lost weight again (hohoho).Been so tired, too tired to even sit and get anymore coffee art done.Just gimme a bed and I'll love you lots.

Apart from that, I have been trying to get alot of things done, including environment.Decided to colour all of them traditionally.21 pieces before 2012 ends.Yup, I'm officially an owl.

Oh owl.

WIP

Just adding colours before detailing with colour pencils later. Really hope I can finish on time...

class.

another impromptu art.Only this time done not at a cafe but in class ( yeah I know I am such a wonderful student )my anatomy still suck.

Oh Cryaotic, your voice is so sexy. Feels great to draw while listening to livestreams.

We sleep when we are dead.

Yes, amazing isn't it?I am actually blogging at an unholy hour of 8am. My mom seems appalled that I was not asleep when I opened my door. The logic of having less classes does not seem to equate to less work apparently.And as bad as my math is, I can still count properly.In fact that my work had doubled.Inclulding expectation.Yes.Unfortunate but that's life as an artist for you.

Now, to get a nice Macs breakfast or not...hmm.Tempting.