5 months and counting, sweets (:

I heart you so.

End of DrawEss.

End of ComDi.

BYEBYE BARNEY.

I can hear the hallelujah chorus already.

Hols for an entire month ( yay ), so now what do i do =.- ?

I've to work fridays, sats and sundays but the rest of the week I'm free. The sister suggested looking for work outside but yoko is a lazy girl.

Sometimes, i don't know what the bloody hell i want.

I fucking hate being broke, though.

And art materials are bleedy expensive.

My savings are evaporating.

Soon, I'll have to trade my bleedy brother for a bleedy drawing block, seriously.

Stab me somebody.

Or put me out of my misery and buy my bleedy brother.

Anyone got lobang? Like lobang as in jobs, not lobang as in hole cause obviously you'd have quite a few.

Pffft.

I'm not dead.

Not physically anyway.

Anyway, I'm another year older.
My classmates caked me.
But it was nice of them to remember, cake stains nonwithstanding.

(:

Again, some assholes didn't wish me.

_|_ !

But me being the nice person that I am, celebrated theirs for them. ASSHOLESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!

Them being Haris and Daniel. Haris is older than Daniel by one day.
HEh.
Bought them gay shirts, pics later on.
Gave each of them a muffin instead of a cake.
Haris' was stuffed with jap chilli while Daniel's was stuffed with chawanmushi.

HAHA.

Daniel said his was good, but then again Daniel is damn weird, so I wouldn't try it, if i were you ;P.

Bought my dad a thong for his birthday, signed on it along with homan and siblings. Dad said the cup was too small .
ZZZZZz.
Information overload, thanks.

Megahuge family argument thingy. Shan't elaborate. Bribed my way back into my sister's good books with a magazine. WAHAHAHA ;P. I don't really like ignoring her. Not fun la, got lots of things to say. ZZZ.

Anyway, joined squash. Training is killing me. which is weird, cuz the training really isn't that tough. Prolly cuz I haven't exercised in a million years. Felt like puking the entire time. ZZZZZZz. Did i mention this is the first sport that I suck at? besides soccer la ;P . ZOMG. Feel like stabbing myself. How can i miss a flying black projectile?! granted, it's quite small, but still.

Please try to ignore any typos/grammatical errors it's like 2.28 in the morning and I can't sleep cuz i'm waiting for my painting to dry but i'll prolly concuss when it dries so yeah.

Anyway, I DREW A POTRAIT OF MYSELF. As in, it was an assignment, I'm not that narcisstic i think. It actually looks good! Like REALLY! I mean, i cheated and stenciled it in and all but WHAT THE PONG IT LOOKS DAMN GOOD! MY BEST PIECE OF WORK YET! DAMN HAPPY !

Oh yeah.

I am in a retarded class. Everyone is mad.

And I find that I fit right in.

ZOMG.

Shan't analyse what that tells me about myself.

Anyway, pics because my brain is shutting down.


Joseph.


Shuyi.


Amos.





Brother.














BRITHDAY THONG!


Short, super fierce, super smart classmate of mine. LOL. 2POINTER _|_ !


Ziying, in the hospital.


bruised flesh where the needle was inserted. OW >.<


Haris' Birthday shirt.


Dan's

NOTE: IF you didn't get it, we're obviously not on the same wavelengths. LOL.














CHILLI MUFFIN!


The white stuff is chawanmushi la, sicko!





Before.


Afetr.LMAO!


Next Top Model? *PUKES*


LMAO.


That's my brother grabbing their crotch. Yeah i think he might be gay =.-


Resident ahbeng of my class.LMAO. who scored 4 A1s. stone.


MY PAINTING!!! GOOD RIGHT!?! WAHAHAHAHAHHA !!!


Alright that's it.
shall sleep now before i pass out on my keyboard.
boyfriend is complaining about me not blogging about him..

I LOVE YOU BOYFRIEND!!

happy now ?

ZZZ.

I'm off.

<3.

I are inadequate, to put it mildly.

I can't draw to save my life, and this is already the biggest understatement of the year.

The boyfriend believed my orchid to be an owl.

Yes, you read right.

An OWL.

*DIES*

Of course, sitting next to people who can actually draw vegetation ( the kind that tends not to resemble birds), does not help one bit.

So, being the genius I am, I sourced out people who draw like crap, and sat next to them instead.

I feel a tiny bit better, such comfort is there in knowing I am not alone in this tragic plight of having non-talented fingers in a world where your fingers have to be talented or you are basically screwed.

Perhaps, I am actually very talented.

No one else has a pechant for drawing flowers that look like fowl, right?

How amazing is that?

Can you do that?

CAN YOU???

CANNOT RIGHT?!!

Therefore, I conclude that I am actually talented. I can actually draw two types of organic still life and manage to combine them into one simply horrendous drawing!

It's just that nobody knows how appreciate how complex my drawing is!

Yeah, and maybe pink flowers will grow out my armpits tomorrow.

Heh.

So anyway, have lotsa stuff to do.

Stuff being a collage, a writing portfolio consisting of 2500 words, three drawings depicting natural vegetation ( or in my case, bird-flower hybrids ), one tonal chart, and an A3 drawing of the singapore river (which we went to today, shall elaborate on that later).

KILL ME NOW.

Anyways, today's assignment was to draw the singpore river which, F.Y.I, is infested with pidgeons.

So a few classmates and I sat beside the river (under a shady tree of course), and me being a super-suay-mouthed person, said:

"EH, SKARLY LATER THE BIRDS SHIT ON US."

A few choice replies rang out, but the gyst of it was :

"EH YOKO SHUDDAP LA WHY YOU SO SWAY ONE SKARLY REALLY SHIT ON YOU THEN YOU KNOW."

And me being the smartypants that I am, haughtily scoffed, "NO LA, CONFIRM SHIT ON AMOS ONE."

(Amos being my classmates who has the amazing ability to make his vegetation look like a cross between tissue paper and an alien with claws, and not in a good way, I might add ;P )

So anyway, there we were, a bunch of us sitting on the floor (trying to) draw and, of course, failing miserably.

An old lady proceeded to feed the pidgeons a mere metre away from us.
We watched those greedy, fat little birdies attack the provided grub with gusto, and Amos was suddenly seized by the urge the run at the pidgeons to make them fly away.

After the old lady was done, of course.

So Amos ran at the pidgeons, and there we were, laughing at him when suddenly, a little brown blob dropped from the crown of leaves above me and oh-so-dramatically plopped itself on my forearm and proceeded to explode upon impact, most of which landed on my pants and drawing paper.

Yep, you guessed right.

A little birdy shat on me.

I see no need to describe just how hysterically everyone around me was laughing, assuming you are laughing your ass off and about to have a heart attack ( which you should, for laughing at me in the first place -.- ), so yeah, you can probably imagine.

Pffft.

Watching Superman 3 later with the siblings ( YES I KNOW LA ZIYING YOU WATCHED IT ALREADY ).

So, I'm out ( of dettol to scrub my hands with ).

PS - AND YOU CAN STOP LAUGHING NOW, THANKS =.-.

The brother loves this, nuff' said.