Museum visits have been a ritual for me. From Vatican Museum to Picasso Museum and I have to admit that this one here, The Barcelona Museum of Contemporary Art got my whole body electric shocking. There is one particular sculpture Le Chaperon Rouge by Laia Pla caught my eyes within a second and got my full attention for the rest of the day. Absolutely stunning, hauntingly beautiful, as if the air freezes and I could see water vapour coming out from its nose and mouth when i was 0.5 millimetres close. Literally attached. An inspiring day indeed. Definitely going back to Spain for this amazing museum. 

Our BA Degree show was held at The London Brick Lane Gallery on a summer June evening. I think I had a marvelous period with the most diverse studio ever exist. Our commitment has become an accomplishment, the accomplishment which means differently to every one of us. But yet we share a common aim, to be a better person. I have to admit that this is the world's most influential studio. I am like a sponge learning so much from all of your high-quality personas from the past year. May all of our ambitions come true. Cheers. All photographs were taken by classmates

Darlene and I inadvertently spent 2 minutes during our new year eve lunch to decide a short getaway together before our new term. Somewhere nature, not too far - Eastbourne. Wasn't sure how long I've not been seeing the sea since I got here in England but the excitement was real. Peaceful and quiet little town as expected. Most of the buildings were shut down along the coast. We even spotted a fox in the middle of the road during a dark evening but they said it was quite a normal scenery here. Interesting. I could remember we were walking along the beach until the bottom of the cliff under the pinkish sky where I found lucky to have such a friend like her. The friend that I spent most of my time having fish and chips with because that was the best we can get. Now I am writing this in the summer and missing her singing by my side like school time. I almost want my grave up there at the Beachy Head. The hiking journey itself has been too good for free.