You Walked Out Of My Life
for the first time after i ORD, i actually felt i know what i'm doing with my life.
reason being i've finally register for NAFA's visual communication.
but the bad thing would be the admission test on the 22nd may 9.30am to determine whether my application will be successful.
for your information, it isn't cheap, the test itself cost $53.30!!
luckily i pass my o level english, or i have to pay $20 more for another english test.
anyway if i flunk the test, money gone! and not forgetting my application.
therefore, i HAVE TO do well, but somehow i feel fucking nervous about it.
maybe because it's been so long since i ever took a test.
and the test involved drawing and my creativity!!! argh.
i even have to bring along all the necessary drawing materials like pen, pencil, colour pencil, glue, scissors, cutter, ruler, set square and even magazines.
there would be 2 papers involved:
paper 1 (1 hour), observation drawing
we are required to observe and draw an object based on a given description which will test our drawing skills in the use of colours, shadows and medium presented.
paper 2 (2 hour), creative visualisation
we are required to interpret and express a word visually, which we test on our creative generating and translating ideas and concepts.
i have full confidence on paper 1, but paper 2 could be a pain in the ass.
this is my only chance, i have to nail it.
but i wonder if i need to do some practice.
i'm just too lazy! haha.
thanks to wenyan whom i bumped onto on the way to NAFA and even offered to join me.
before that i was having gym session with mr yip zhenfai.
i still want to say this, zhenfai, you are one fucking selfish bastard!!!!
how could you stare alone without me.
without even bother to call me to join you.
i am so utterly disappointed.
you should go fuck yourself.
HAHAHA.
after NAFA was back to tampines where we met up with suet.
ocha-ed and home where i took a lil' nap.
these days i'm simply feeling so wore out.
i need distractions.
this heartache is fucking killing me.
eating me alive from the inside.
soccer at 10pm later.
i can't wait.
i thought you were an angel, i guess you were a vulture.
either way, spread your wings and just fly away.
reason being i've finally register for NAFA's visual communication.
but the bad thing would be the admission test on the 22nd may 9.30am to determine whether my application will be successful.
for your information, it isn't cheap, the test itself cost $53.30!!
luckily i pass my o level english, or i have to pay $20 more for another english test.
anyway if i flunk the test, money gone! and not forgetting my application.
therefore, i HAVE TO do well, but somehow i feel fucking nervous about it.
maybe because it's been so long since i ever took a test.
and the test involved drawing and my creativity!!! argh.
i even have to bring along all the necessary drawing materials like pen, pencil, colour pencil, glue, scissors, cutter, ruler, set square and even magazines.
there would be 2 papers involved:
paper 1 (1 hour), observation drawing
we are required to observe and draw an object based on a given description which will test our drawing skills in the use of colours, shadows and medium presented.
paper 2 (2 hour), creative visualisation
we are required to interpret and express a word visually, which we test on our creative generating and translating ideas and concepts.
i have full confidence on paper 1, but paper 2 could be a pain in the ass.
this is my only chance, i have to nail it.
but i wonder if i need to do some practice.
i'm just too lazy! haha.
thanks to wenyan whom i bumped onto on the way to NAFA and even offered to join me.
before that i was having gym session with mr yip zhenfai.
i still want to say this, zhenfai, you are one fucking selfish bastard!!!!
how could you stare alone without me.
without even bother to call me to join you.
i am so utterly disappointed.
you should go fuck yourself.
HAHAHA.
after NAFA was back to tampines where we met up with suet.
ocha-ed and home where i took a lil' nap.
these days i'm simply feeling so wore out.
i need distractions.
this heartache is fucking killing me.
eating me alive from the inside.
soccer at 10pm later.
i can't wait.
i thought you were an angel, i guess you were a vulture.
either way, spread your wings and just fly away.