Pebbles

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Whatever is spilling out my mind is too sombre (alright introspective, rather, since it's not particularly dark really) - what with quotes and film critiques - so here's some mandatory adorable to nudge the balance scales. Gotta love smiley pebbles lol.

1. I need to buy paintbrushes. I eased my urge to paint with my Letraset markers last night, but they are afterall markers and my urge has been anything but quenched.
2. Me + Sam + Daniel = utter randomness ensues. So today from an unsuspecting game of Monopoly Deal at Starbucks, we drove over to Jalan Kayu for prata and then watched people fly massive LED kites behind the Singapore Sports School. Hilarious conversations in the car and Daniel's chronic fear of massive trucks and buses when driving, gotta do this again.
3. Somedays I feel like printing pages of my tumblr to stick into my moleskine D:
4. My siblings are growing up to be progressively more amusing.
5. 750words.com (Habit back in Washington that I lost when school got way too busy. Picking it up again!)
6. I am thankful. I truly am.
7. Rome + Venice ahhhhhhhh.
8. Cynicism =/= Maturity

Psst. I also fixed the mountain timelapse video's autoplay - it was annoying me muchos.

Unearthing

I just packed my room! Well half-way through at least. I am talking about packing of elephantine proportions. I shit you not. Of course, already in Phase One of Operation Ning-You-Seriously-Got-To-Do-Something-About-Your-Bed-Store-Room, I have found treasures aplenty. Always happens that you'd discover something that makes you either smile or feel awkwardly embarrassed as you unearth stuff in your room. Neoprints (omgah) from secondary school, all the letters and notes and postcards and massive birthday boards. And then of course, in more recent years - all the memories from Ngee Ann seem infused with a different feel, looking at them now at this point of closure. Mmmyeah. Let's save the nostalgia for another day.

In my packing I have realised that:

I have a lot of scrapbooking supplies sprawled all over my room. They are now all in one very nicely cataloged drawer - really proud of myself HAHA! And timely sign for me to stop splurging on scrapbooking supplies.
I still have notes from Year 1, semester 1. For real. D: I don't know why I don't throw them away - even now that I have graduated it just feels terribly... wrong to throw away my notes and tutorials. No junior will want to take them from me anyway, they're ancient! Meh. I'll figure out in Phase Two of the Operation.
I have a lot of art supplies. Seriously. Apart from the typical set everyone has, I still have a whole thick slab of linoleum for linocuts. Acrylics and oils. Stack of primed canvas. Charcoal pastels. Man, this brings back more nostalgia than the letters I unearthed! Back in the day when I was still an AEP student mugging for art history and all the sleepless nights with only our art supplies for company. And the strange things I decide to draw (my choice of sketch subjects was always peculiar) - prawns, owls, egg shells - yeah.

And of course, that was back in the day, when there were only 4 schools in Singapore offering the programme (IJTP, VS, NYGH & HCI). And being one of the apparently very few higher art students in Singapore, it seemed a general notion that art should be our destiny. Everyone in IJ still cannot believe I am pursuing science. I quote Lucille just a fortnight ago: "BUT NING. You're an art student, goodness, are you sure you still want to do science!". Only Zee went on to pursue art in London! Val and Nicxy are both doing law. No idea where the rest are, but I'm certain they aren't doing art. Regardless, AEP late-nights, not having to do D&T + Home Econs and all the studio madness - fondest times in IJ. Why should it matter that my love has been, and is ever increasingly, science? What matters is that the artist in me never left. ;)

Okay now, didn't I say nostalgia for another day?

Anyway! I've this terrible urge to paint! I've got so many supplies, surely I must do something with them. Seeing that I still don't have a job, I might just head down to Art Friend to purchase a stretched canvas (and maybe an easel too?) so I can paint again! Y/Y?

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