Staedtler Girls

I was so excited to give my pencils a try that I came up with my very first scribbles. I'm calling this piece "Staedtler girls" as I copied them off my pencil box. Hehe.

Yey!

I went to the art school over lunch. It's official - I'm an enrollee! I bumped into a couple of gals with those big black carrier cases for sketches...so very cool. For a split second, I imagined myself having one of those cases, walking around with my masterpieces like a Leonardo da Vinci-wannabe. (Trish, da Vinci, not di Caprio. Hehe)

My best buys for the day: an A3 drawing board, a box of Staedtler soft pencils and a kneaded eraser.

*Smile*

Globe Live

My brother got a part in the recent Globe print ad. Haha. Kinda funny really. Here he is, feeling mow-del...

Happy Birthday, Dude! Luv ya :)

Artsy

Whenever I am bored out of my wits or talking on the phone, I tend to pick up a pencil and scribble. Pages of squiggly lines, flowers and hearts... childish art, mostly. I think the closest I got to producing "real" art was around 10 years ago, when my mom gave me a 2ft x 4 ft canvass sheet and cans of paint to play with. The geeky scientist in me collaborated with the closest artist to end up with a whimsical painting of... uh, well, the solar system. Nice huh :)

Ever since then, I have been meaning to take some sort of art class. I remember constantly inquiring at the Ayala Museum or that little studio by Kingswood for their course list. I always inquired but never really enrolled. I guess my schedule just didn't permit it or simply, I didn't have the drive to follow through. Thus, art classes never really happened.

This is about to change. I guess one good thing about a broken heart is that it pushes me to do something, anything to get the mind busy. And what better way than revisiting old "TO-DOs" - things I've always wanted but never got to pursue.

I am starting my first formal drawing class on Sunday. Wish me luck! :)

Writing

Writing has always been my release. When something upsets me or makes me totally happy, I write. It can be a dramatic one liner or 2 pages of prose. Not all of these entries make it online, though, for the simple reason that they may be too personal and/or incriminating. Thus, they end up in my little, beaded, blue notebook for my eyes and mine alone.

I had lots on my mind last night. Lots. And I ended up writing and writing. My blue notebook is now stacked with letters which will not get to the intended recepients.

My thoughts have, yet again, floated into oblivion...

Ramblings

Work has been pretty hectic. For the past 2 weeks, Tegs and I have been up at 7 and leaving the house at 8 to get to Tampines on time. The presentations turned out alright. A little (ok, maybe a lot) nerve wracking, but we survived. Just glad that its over... for now.

For this week, I'm back to my old routine. Well, it's not the exact same routine as my body clock has adjusted to waking up early, way before the alarm goes off. Thus, I have an extra few moments of peace in the morning before braving the crazy day ahead.

At the moment, I'm staring at my PC, willing for time to jump from 622 to 8pm so that I can take off and head home. It has been unusually slow today plus Tegs and Orange are still offsite. Boredom has been eating away my brain for the past 2 hours or so.

My greatest thought right now is that the sea salt spray I bought last Saturday actually works. My hair, which I recently cut, is now puffy and all volumized. It turned out a little too short than I expected but I'm getting used to it, sideswept bangs included.

I was waiting for a call today, which actually did not come. I was half expecting that and I'm deciding not to be bummed about it. (Ok, ok, I am bummed. Just a teeny weeny bit)...As they say though, expectations are premeditated disappointments. So I guess it also is my fault for half-expecting the phone to ring...Howell...

Listening to "Touch" by Seal... Love, love, love this song!... "Without your touch I've been lost without the things I love. Without your kiss, I've been dreaming about the things I miss - your eyes, your mouth, your lips, your touch"... Hmm, maybe it's time to have a karaoke night soon?

Jumbled thoughts, jumbled thoughts.

Sis

When asked how many siblings I have, I say two younger brothers and no sisters. But, well, that statement is not entirely, exactly true. By extension, I have 2 sisters - Jumie and Jeng... and to one of them, I dedicate today's post.

Jeng is leaving for Barcelona tonight. Although she won't be as "reachable" as before, I perfectly know that this is a wonderful opportunity for her - one that she has been waiting for for the longest time.

I won't be elaborate and write lengthily about how I love Jeng. Suffice it to say that she is one person I can't live without :)

To my mush princess, I'm proud of ya. Take care and go get 'em!