Autocad lesson no fun at all.
Drawings lines usin the software is like askin me to paint Mona Lisa.
Oh, finally we've proceeded to typing the project name on the title block.
I can be a decedent of Phua Chu Kang.

Cabbing habits to school are coming back.
Yea, I took a cab to school today.
Fucking 10 bucks.
I'm gon spend 500 hundred bucks this whole week.
eBay is already chalkin up to 200 bucks.
And, I'm reserving a minimal of 250bucks. (its gettin me all excited, making every single cell in me jumping like lil ticks.) I'm gon spend them on inking sessions. 3 or 4 more to my collection.
For the rest, what am i gon do with it? I'm gon do it my way, SPEND THEM ON FOOD!
Then again, 50dollars, how much food can i get with it.
Drummings in my stomach!
I want breakfast.
I Want Breakfast.
I WANT BREAKFAST!

Anyway, I've been feeding kitties around my place. There's 8 of them, but im predicting more will join the freeloader club. Clay said, 'We'll all go to heaven darling.'

I cant wait for Muffin to give birth! She's SkinnyShit lookalike, Rocky's friend cos she's got cataract on the left eye and my favourite of the freeloaders.
She likes me too, at least she prefers me to Wai Wa.

I'll see you later hun!

desuetude 9:17:00 AM

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With thanks from Yi Ping's camera.
Pics on Friday Night. More to Come.

Horticulture students who waters themselves with alcohol.

Brown, White and Red. This is what you get.

Before Agnes was drunk.

Charlene lookin good. Cheers.

Cosy corner of alcoholics.

So lesbian. HAHAHA.

Under the influenced of alcohol. Dont be fooled. Nizam's abstained from alcohol. And Clay watching in awe.

Lesbians unite.

Disorientated people.

2+2+2=3?

All so high. High above.

YUMIN caught in the act!! (I'm only kidding.)

desuetude 12:28:00 AM

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Clubbing on saturday night with my classmates was fun.
It was good being tipsy because u can do anything and u dont get blamed. Hmmm.....
We bought a bottle of vodka, and i finished it in less than 10mins.
I was the bartender for the night, mixing vodka with orange and ribena, with proportion of 1:1.
I couldnt control the way i pour the vodka cos it was like a canoe on a choppy sea.
My behaviour was fine, compared to noisy Agnes and unbalanceable Gaius.
Horticulture students get high.

I wished ytd night was videotaped.
HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA. It would be a nice footage.

Anyway, something shocking happened. Maybe nt shocking, read on and find a better word for me.
I was urgent so i went to the toilet. (DUH?) Someone i know came out of the cubicle that i was dying to get in. Yeah, so wads the big deal? That person is my friend's dad, my mom's friend, my neighbour. He is usually seen as a very family orientated guy, a gentlemen, a formal businessman. And there i saw him tipsy. We were like,'EH, ITS YOU!'.

PERSON: You look so tanned.
Me : Oh i went tanning at sentosa.
PERSON: (under the influenced of alcohol) Tennis? Tennis make you tanned.
Me : Tanning la.
PERSON: Dont tell anybody you saw me here. Dont tell mommy.
Me: Ok. Pinky promise.

(If you are wondering why i put the name of the person as person, im jus protecting the person's identity.)
Oh ya, i wanted to take a pic with him and he scared i will use it in the future to blackmail him. HAHAHAHA.
He even offered me alcohol. A normal drinking glass, fill with Martel and ice. On the rocks...Wooo~

Its just funny to see ur friend's dad or parent's friend drunk.

My grandma and cousin are in town, stayin at my place. My stupid uncle and aunty have the cheek to come over and bunking in my room. No space la! I just want to slp in my room and not in my mom's. No bed beats your own.

Thats all for tonight.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AARON!!

desuetude 1:08:00 AM

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Got a call frm Eleanor on Sunday. Im offered the position for campus fashion journalist with recommendation from Alicia. I've nv associate myself with journalism or think i will ever. Not a bad start i guess. Anyway, its nothing worth hooha-ing. All i have to do is to take pictures of students who dress fashionably and with style. Nt a tough assignment, you reckon?

So.........
Calling out Ngee Ann students, I'm doing a campus fashion for this organisation, ZodiacLadies (if u heard of). If you think you or a friend of yours fit the bill and would like to be featured, pls leave a tag so I can get to you. (It will make my job easier and I wont have to do much hunting like George of e Jungle.)

PS: Pls be evidently stylish for my camera shoots. LADIES ONLY.

desuetude 7:10:00 PM

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My heart has subsided from the earlier vigorously pumping. I swear my heart was beating at its hardest and fastest, so much so that i thought it grew bigger. The feeling was like a padded stick on a bass drum. *THUMP THUMP.

Anyway, I was snooping on eBay. I set my phone alarm to 7 so that i wont miss the bidding of this bag i fancy. Fancied. There was this billy something user, he/she must be hitting the refresh page like a million times per minute. Everytime i bid, he/she will outbid me. It was 19 seconds to the closing of auction, my felt-like-it-grew-bigger-heart was steady(still pumping hard). I bidded. *Dang. You have been outbidded. The auction has ended. FUCK. I shall not be a sore loser. I hope the bag is faulty or gets faulty as soon as its been used.

My heart has apes already. *Feels chest. I'm goin back to bed. To the beach later, and im bringing my notes along. Oh, I've got friends who skim now. *sniggers.

desuetude 7:07:00 AM

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Tertiary education is like an irrigation system. It waters knowledge and drains energy away. Tired. Anyone with common sense will skip school. So, i skipped it on Wednesday and TODAY.
I'm feeling some life pumping in already.

Hmmm.... it feels like......... holiday. (I don't have work to be completed, or do i? ) Tests are coming. My pens are leaking. Pens should never be refillable nor buyable. A person shld be entitled to a pen a life. I dont like written diarrhoe(however its spelt). My brain needs some phytotherapy. I need tea sippings.

Therapy Therapy, oh im indulging online shopping. It beats feet shopping in a single punch. *box. I get good shits, FANTASTIC SHITS, minus sore feet and heavy shopping bags. The lazy body sunk in the chair, click click click, bid bid bid.
Congratulations! You are the winner!

My asshole itches. Its a sign. Time to get back into my room and get my notes organise. I'll do it on my bed, its always convenient to take a nap.

Ps: to Aunty Gong, you're e pilot this time. lol.

Zhai jian.

desuetude 12:07:00 PM

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