omg. omg. i got up to use the washroom. starring into the mirror, i saw horrendous eye bags. i can't imagine if i have to keep this up.

But the grayness gnawed where your dreams were haboured.
The mirrors of your eyes,
of your lips,
of your words,
were emptied, their echos lost.
Your words fell into the grayness,
where no trace remains.
Gray into gray, your life flowing away.
Like a gray front of extinguishing tongues,
but the last time i saw you,
you were a white wave,
poised forever to return forever
into the whiteness.
-ARP

cool art books/



so mary asked me.

mary. how old are you?
cheryl. 18 this year.
mary. you're really quiet. if it wasn't for your work i wouldn't remember you.
mary. you have distinct work.

hur hur. so i don't know if i should be feeling happy.

bweah. meet my happy terra-cotta bear. it once had a happy balloon, but the happy ballon ran out of helium, so it had a happy rose, but the happy rose withered away, so all it's left is a happy cheryl on it's happy butt.

manda calls these shots jail style.

goosh?! we're the last batch of level 0 foundation students. what a snishuptuppy waste of time. it was fun i suppose, doing something different for a while, but once you do too much of it, and the workload starts piling up, it get's borish and tiring. it was all FA not D. almost. maybe less then that. let's say half. back to the FS point, yeah, we're the last fs0 batch.

yawnn. just got home, i wonder if aall thaat we put in this time is really worth while. it just gets to a point when projects become EVERYTHING. and oh no please no nuns and moses, no green night, no wink182, no banglah noobs, no orange, there's just got to be something better. (:

how did we ever become like this.

i'm skipping more classes, and leaving earlier once done. 3 more weeks left, 2 presentations for next week, and we didn't know till today, for one of them at least. exam on the 17th, and i still havent got a clue what art history is about. because suhaimi has been reading out of the chunky powerpoints, so much that we refuse to let him do that to us. :/

i saw a DHL truck! it was yellow and had the red DHL logo on it. man, i thought that only happens on tv. lol :)

an unexpected song from an unexpected friend. thanks shawn. (:

Some see a teacher
Standing on a hill
Speaking words of wisdom
Some see a healer
Reaching out his hand
To give sight to a blind man
Some see a dreamer

Wasting his life
On what can never be
Some see a fool
Dying for his dreams

But I see love (I see love)
I see love (I see love)
Light of heaven breaking through
Well I see grace (I see grace)
I see God's face (See Gods face)
Shining pure and perfect love
When I see you
I see love

Some see a prisoner
Alone before his judge
With no one to defend him
Some see a victim
Beaten and abused
With all the world against him
Some see a martyr
Carrying his cross
For what he believes
Some see a hero
Who set his people free

But I see love (I see love)
I see love (I see love)
Light of heaven breaking through
Well I see grace (I see grace)
I see God's face (See Gods face)
Shining pure and perfect love
When I see you


With your last breath
I see love
Through your death
I see love
I see peace in the ???
I see hope in your suffering (I see love)
I see a calm in the center of the storm
I see a Saviour

I see love
I see love
Light of heaven breaking through (heaven breaking through)
I see grace
I see God's face
Shining pure and perfect love
When I see you
I see love
When I see you
I see heaven breaking through
See Gods face
Shining pure and perfect love
When I see you
When I see you
When I see you
I see love
I see love
When I see

Some see Him walking from an empty grave

lol. class starts in just a teeny wheeny while. i'm going to be late.

it's been so exhausting, so much that at times, i lose the mood to work. i've been sleeping earlier and getting up earlier at hours like these to finish it off. urgh. screwed up biological clock.

It’s all about Jesus
It’s all about the way he changed our lives
It’s all about Jesus
The power of his blood can’t be denied

It’s all about Jesus
It’s all about the covenant he made
It’s all about Jesus
Victorious he rose up from the grave

We lift our hearts to him
He is the reason that we sing
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
We praise your name

It’s all about Jesus
It’s all about the way he set us free
It’s all about Jesus
Wearing every sin at calvary

It’s all about Jesus
It’s all about the gift of love he gave
It’s all about Jesus
Precious lamb of God us was slain

i've thought about a lot i can't seem to comprehend.

imperfect stranger. so i assume that the remote chance of meeting an imperfect stranger is guy rubbish. or rather imperfect stranger itself is. hmmm. isn't everyone an imperfect stranger to someone? isn't it wrong to pass judgement on a stranger?

beautiful letdown. i don't get it either. how can a letdown be beautiful? if it was easy to forgive and let go, what was it about all along? wasn't it just the disappointment?

predestination & free will. it was quite a good discussion. we seemed to have gone from east to west. from purpose being no accident because it was all in god's plan, to the way predestination and free will works, to god's love and earthly sufferings, to christianity not being a religion, to pagans & catholism in those times, to the origin of christianity, to all sinners & the difference it makes to be a christian means that you can stand righteous before god. and all the other misconceptions along the way.

everyone needs someone to remind them of their blind flaws and faults once in a while.

more guy rubbish. even some guys cannot take the crap. :/ and you wonder why really. okay, so i do know why. it's a nice fair & reasonable why.

hulllooo.

oh yay! hooray! i got into the school of design, visual communication.

alice asked me to sound more excited. okay. so yay! hooray! heee (: cheesey. happy grapes (: haaaa. hooo. wheeee. gweeee. happy bears. purple grass. supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

(: there's no where else for me.

it takes a crane to build a crane
it takes two floors to make a story
it takes an egg to make a hen
it takes a hen to make an egg
there is no end to what i'm saying

it takes a thought to make a word
and it takes some words to make an action
it takes some work to make it work
it takes some good to make it hurt
it takes some bad for satisfaction

i laughed at the egg to hen, & hen to egg part (: haha. jason mraz is good music.

hulllooo aloy, the real reason i wanna see a video (: is because, is because, i thought of someone i know. while running, he would continuously open and closes\ his mouth really really wide. and it's soooo funny. haha. it kinda resembles a goldfish. haha. picture a running goldfish on a red track.

oh yeah. 3 more weeks. just 3 more weeks. i'm counting down (: and i'm going to have my disgusting long break as hans calls it :P ppppppf!

i'm going (:


and look ms raisin has nice pink claws! (: but mr rum doesn't because he bit them off. oh oh! does the mash potatoes taste cattish enough? (;

f` says: (10:35:18 PM)
u chicken pokpokgei

cheryl. abcdefgijklmnoqrstuvwxy says: (10:41:41 PM)
u chicken baba :/

f` says: (10:41:52 PM)
LOL

f` says: (10:41:56 PM)
u englababababababaaaaaaaaa

f` says: (10:41:59 PM)
u babaablacksheep

cheryl. abcdefgijklmnoqrstuvwxy says: (10:42:53 PM)
i'm more of a white sheep


okay la. whateverrr.

ohhh i very much dislike group work. i'm okay with disagreeing, it's part of the process but slacking isn't. we're supposed to be supporting each other, not leech off. it just noooookkiypook. i get so snishytuppy till i wouldn't even say anything. hello, when you're told to do something, you're actually meant to do it, not come to school and start, in the end we did it for you right. it's getting to me alright, i'm actually worried we wouldn't be able to pull it off.

after having mary for almost two sems, you know she's so sharp she can instantly tell if you had reference. and yet you still do it. tracing over images or redrawing references are still copying okay. have some dignity please. don't stoop so low, you're bringing your group down with you. it sucks, every other good person has to take in all the crap.

little tokyifo

i said Nmmmmmmmgh.
she said wake up.
i said huhhhhmm.
and she pulled me out of bed.

i can't wait for the day celz and clar wouldn't have to get up at 0530.

happy 80th grandma. still going strong, and still as cute as ever as you all say.

wsi crew really does have the best mix. a small one, nonetheless, so proffesional it's unbelievable. the goal is set straight, the most practical one. proposal before, report every weekend, and an archive thereafter on his desk. sounds really impressive (: and yeah, only for excellence. no one else can pull it off the same way. it's a pity it's unappreciated.

im sorry. school hasn't been friendly either.

uh. im starting to wonder how i'm going to get by. i really really need 30 hrs a day!

oosh. mum is right abt the lecturer thingy. i asked bk today how to set the colour mode to cmyk in freehand today, he said it should be doable but he doesn't know how to and will check it out but he never got back to me by the end of class. ugh, how now brown cow. my colour doesnt look right after importing, and i need to send the A0 for printing by wed.

i can still hear the echo.

It's the kid inside of us that keeps us all from going crazy.
mwhahaha. wikipedia has scrubs.

hulloo zonkaye.

amazing worship.
a circle of voices rising to the heavens.
you're in for a surprise.

another shot of fixatives enough to kill.

it's funny how we were just talking yesterday. ren remarked, my using the pen knife to sharpen my colour pencil is a try to be different. haha it's funny, because it's just the oppo. all artsy students use the pen knife. being an art student has changed the way i do certain things.

i no longer own sharpeners, i own pen knifes (: i carry one almost everywhere. oh and everyone owns NT cutters.

when starting a new drawing, instinctively you'll think of using charcoal instead of 2bs. development sketches are redrawn with drawing pens before filing up.

when you buy plain paper, it must be, it must be layout pads. oosh, and a4s certainly do look like a5s now, and who ever said a2 is huge is certainly wrong.

packs of 36 colours is way too little, buy 72, you'll find it still not enough. markers do not cost 20 bucks a set, they cost 5 bucks each, 188 a set.

you'll start picking up ish & idn & all sorts of visual zines to read. and of course you'll start critising, that ad sucks, this sucks, that sucks. and yeah you have to admit happy grapes do make you feel better.

oh and must haves are fixatives, spray mount, uhu & masking tape.

trait secret, flip a steel rule, see masking tape? tt defintely belongs to an artsy.

uh yes, and it's always about extra work to pay for materials. and apple is good. apple is always good and nice (:

better is one day in your courts
better is one day in your house
than thousand else where

i'm just very distracted :/ i've actually done a-w, i'm left with 1-20, 1-15, shapes, textures, patterns, colours. which means i have, 70 flash cards more to go.

why is it when i follow the percentage of the color index i can't get the exact color?

fio calls it epitome of cheryl-ness. with my hair standing, and crooked glasses.

wallpaper morning. oh yay! i'm finally getting the hang of this.

what's that feeling again? it's never good enough.

alma matter tmr. someone just had to remind me. :/

gosh. luis tried to kill the sepak takraw. he asked me to hand him a brick, i refused. but alice did it anyway. so he put a brick on it. amazingly it stayed. stable. safe. sound. so the class made some jokes about using it to play soccer or dropping it on down from the 3rd floor.

heh. the interview was for the next level of my diploma course in school. okay it was quite funny, everyone was telling me i'll do alright, and so did luis, after looking at my portfolio he said i'll defintely get in. so he chased me out of class to go for the interview early. but i said wait 5 more mins, no, 10 mins, because i was nervous like now. at that very moment. the whole class laughed at my nerves. then he said dont worry, if cd didn't take me in, he'll take me into fa. so the class joked that i better go before he persuade me over. then he said actually i shoun't do fa. okay. so yay! fa's not for me. and of course i got chased out. i went to D303, and all the lecturers were out having lunch. so i waited. and waited. and got more nerve wrecked.

man, i dont even know if im making sense

but thank you all nice people who wished me well over the last two days. and thank you all nice classmates who had to put up with my red face, my nerves, and my happy grapes the whole day.

okay the interview didn't go well. i couldn't answer the questions the lady lecturer threw at me. they asked me who inspired me, why i wanted to do com d. my understanding between the difference of advertising and graphic design. i didn't know what to say when they asked me to crit a design mag they showed me. she just kept asking questions. i barely answered anything. okay so i was all butterfly in the moment. she didn't even look at my port the guy lecturer did instead. i guess, my portfolio was fine though. they didn't talk about it. nor did he not say it wasn't suffice like what he told some of my classmates. they said they'll let me know again. i went back so shaken, it's not because i'm afraid i wouldn't get in alright. i was just shaken.

so now that's done and over with, i have off the top of my head a million things i need to do. ugh ugh.

a bundle of nerves.
too many.

oh like dummit. that's like less than 24 hrs notice. blue cow. yellow cow. purple cow. orange cow. i need more happy grapes. i just started doing my portfolio at 7.30. 1206, ran out uhu, adhesives spray & paper to mount. brilliant. i know i should be one of the last to worry abt it. but i almost died when they said my interview was at 2, was so stunned i didn't know what to say. so after a long while of awkward silence, the clever me asked if i could push it back, and they said okay. so yay! one more day extra. guess it's better than nuts. the rest of my classmates have to come up with something by tmr. :/

jer's a donkaye

it's intresting when the minds of 18-20 year olds think like the 2-4 year olds. either we're making things too complicated, or they're too complex to comprehend. take your pick.

okay, i know you guys were just playing but the reason i said it's not funny is because i acted instinctively as a big sister when he threw his shoe bag over. we were talking about the millions of what ifs last night. so what if, what if. i see now why serena panicked when she saw the field catch fire during one camp. and please, hitting on hc guys, so not cool.

oh dummit, i forgot about bleeding. now all my white strokes are cropped unevenly. i feel like sucha green horn.

day one. it's not about me. i like the analogy, even the wheel needs an axel to spin.

it's funny, when we first settled down we had 9, instinctively i knew for more would come, uncanny, but indeed, 3 more came, so then again, we were 12.

ha ha ha. don't get me wrong. i love the unglam.

oosh. i'm very much tempted to do a b&w portfolio now. looking at the shots now, i think you can tell the times i've given some thought before shooting, and the times i don't. there's this happy team game spirit captured in the w.quest shots that i've never noticed before. but if you ask me now what i was thinking then, i wouldn't know. and of course there were flukes too. during the times i don't think, i'll get crappy shots, then lazy shots. i've got 2000, but i picked only a 100. i guess you get the idea of how much rubbish/

is it just me or does flag have a little of indigo in it?

actually, i'm just distracted. illustrating is such a chore because i'm no good at it. it's taking me donkaye years to clean up and colour this image. then i turned to my left, and there was indigo. so i started flippin' though. and then i thought of flag. and then i felt tirsty so i went to get some water from the fridge. and then i conveniently picked up the box of grapes and sat on the sofa in front of the bin to unseed. and then i turned on the tv which is currently showing AI. so i watched for a while, and then i picked up the guitar which was sitting beside me all along and started strumming. and then i thought of getting downloading charts, so i came back into the room and stood in front of the mac and looked at my illustartion which was still on my screen. so it's back to illustration time. pee wee.

i've learnt all the books of the bible by heart (: but of course you wouldn't really know until tonight.

genesis
exodus
leviticus
numbers
deuteronomy
joshua
judges
ruth
1 samuel
2 samuel
1 kings
2 kings
1 chronicles
2 chronicles
ezra
nehemiah
esther
job
psalms
proverbs
ecclesiasties
song of songs
isaiah
jeremiah
lamentations
ezekiel
hosea
daniel
joel
amos
obadiah
jonah
micah
nahum
habakku
zephaniah
haggai
zechariah
malachi

matthew
mark
luke
john
acts
romans
1 corinthians
2 corinthians
galations
ephesians
philippians
colossians
1 thessalorians
2 thessalorians
1 timothy
2 timothy
tidus
philemon
hebrews
james
1 peter
2 peter
1 john
2 john
3 john
jude
revelations

right right? am i right?

okay dummit, i have to swap daniel and hosea

you know how it's like when you think up little tunes or sounds that is associated with what you type or read, and it just comes along naturally. well, i've got one stuck in my head now.

it made me tickle.

"our students do not sleep in class."

i saw this while walking out of the mrt station, wanna guess which school? a poly in particular.

abcdefg, hijklmnop, qrs, tuv, wxy&z. now i know my abc, won't you come and sing with me.

ho ho ho. blue & pink friend. trust me, you don't want to know really.

it was.

now it's.


it's prettaye. thank you deary.

oh goosh. it isn't safe anywhere. fio's dad wanted to use it to play sepak takraw. and now, since i brought it home, celz wants to use it as a bowling bowl. oh goosh. oh goosh. i'm going to lock it up some where safe.

and no, i did not fall for some malay boy, even if i did, a sepak takraw ball made of match sticks and glue?? oh puh-lease.

okay la. so it isn't as hard as i imagined it be. i'm picking it up really fast. stop messing with my mind.

oh dummit, after they knock a big hole in the wall, they tell us they're going to take 2 months, to patch that big hole in my wall and redo my flooring. just when i was about to move the keyboards into my room. if i don't i defintely wouldn't practise. ugh, now i have to make some space somewhere far away from the leakage. oh can someone remind me to return the bass cable, it's still here :/

Sonnet

My friend and me
Looking through her red box of memories
Faded I'm sure
But love seems to stick in the things you know

Why can't you see
That nature has its way of warning me
Eyes open wide
Looking at the heavens with a tear in my eye

is secular music necessarily bad?

lazy me. am going to school in pjs. (:

i've always been very disturbed by this painting.

picasso's guernica invokes a lot of thought. there's just so many dark hidden symbolism and representations in the painting. have a read. can you imagine the tremendous amount of research and development, he did it so well. doesn't it just marvel you? i can't belittle the importance of design process anymore.

aesthetic isn't all.

okay, so i wanted to post a picture for so long. im lagging, i know. i signed in.

6 Mar 06, 06:33
cheryl: i've been thinking, why believe something that doesnt come from the person it may concern? seriously, you guys have been misled by my silence, because you choose to take from me what you want to make of it. when all i said was, if you want to know, go and ask.

i was so fascinated by this, when chris showed it to me over her lcd. it was as though the sky split into half, prettayelicious.

8 hours of tetrahedral. killlllssssss.
up by 6. home by 12. over the last two days. spiffy.

killlssss is kills with extra l & s. in case you didnt know.

oh yeah. have a childlike faith. that's what he says.

oh guish! help help!
i'm almost done illustrating.
i just need a wild animal that start with N, U, X, Y.
i've searched yahooligans, ask jeeves for kids, and wikipedia.

but i did learn that animal x is a romanian dance. okay, im stuck with umbrella bird and x ray fish. and other unhumane names. oh no, how now brown cow?

oh. i must get this right.
squeeze less shampoo.
squeeze less shampoo.
squeeze less shampoo.

Growth itself has the germ of happiness.
-Pearl S. Buck

che&ryl: (6:31:49 PM)
guess what the chances of having to learn abc all over again at 17 are?

f` says: (6:32:00 PM)
1/1000

guess what? i just happened to be that 1.
i relearnt my abc & 123. it's b2b man.
i learnt F is to flop.
i learnt that X is to be an X.
i learnt Z is to zig zag.
i learnt that yellow stands up and rounds her shoulders.
i learnt that purple runs around green.
i learnt to knock my stick, knock1, knock2, knock3.
i learnt to play maisee flashcard game.
i learnt Mm is for mouse.
oooh.


just a funny flashback i had.
many little men scurrying around in the rain.
wearing yellow rain coats and boots.
what a sight. (:

there's fun stuff in my mail.

i like this (:

it's time to pick for the interview.

fio's absolutely right, i feel so much better after sleeping it off. (: i just realised how careful i became when i sliced my submissions today. ooch, i need to change my rusty blade and buy a cutting matt.

mum said if she hit 180 she'd get her one. she hit 199. i think. i think. i think. so it's one more into baby's family. this one's a 12 pound sparing ball. it's got prettaye blue and purple glitter all round.




long day. thumb nails. print making maybe. lunch. casanova. dinner. one voice editors. portfolio. more thumbnails.