Firstly, where’s my loyal reader, Gillion?

Next, a picture to tempt you waffle-cravers.

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Hi. I accidentally slept, and I woke up at 6.30 to rush my BaVid and completed it by 7.45 AM. Inclusive of the typeout, thank you very much. RUSH RUSH RUSH to school, and I meet Benjamin on my 969. Why am I so “late” nowadays? Must be because of stupid Darkroom mess my biological clock.

So at BaVid, I passed notes to XiuHong but I think Julian is mad at me for not giving him notes, which was quite impossible, seeing as I changed my number; I used to have XiuHong’s number during Marketing (First semester) but after the handphone change, the number is no longer inside, so I’m actually very sorry, but I’m the closest person to XiuHong in the class, I’m guessing, so yes.

(That was one whole sentence. Cum paragraph.)

But as I went to buy a folder, Standley took a look at my collection and started laughing his ass off. Zzz. Is mine really that bad? I’m actually very proud of my work lor. It’s very cute. It’s very me.

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I WAS LATE FOR FIGURE DRAWING TODAY. Urgh. I took a cab from TM, fare was $5.20, I paid $4 instead since the senile uncle got lost. Geez man.

Today, Eleazar stole more charcoal from me. I cannot keep giving no shit to her.

Richard really got pissed with everyone in class because “no one paid attention”… and yes, we did side profiles. I managed to do 11 today, including 2 with hair. I swear, some of the faces (drawn) in class were super deformed, man.

I have thick charcoal. Want to suck it?

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Hello Arena people. Well, sorry, but I’ve definitely been quite a busy bumblebee, but nonetheless, I’m going to blog about the GRAND FINALE. Muahaha. Because there’s two wonderful people that I have to show the world ~~~~

Here is our sweetheart Jeremy Ang. POINT OF INFORMATION! HAHA.

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Hello and welcome to BaVid class. Of course, a bit of mingling with SpExF class. Space and Form exploration. I’m so glad I don’t have THAT as an elective. It sounds too technical.

Julian Siau is our BaVid lecturer. Yay. He has nice specs and a piercing on his ear. Woo. We all had to introduce ourselves. Our names, what types of movies that I liked.

I said I liked Brokeback Mountain. And the class laughed. But the thing is… I’m dead serious.

Jeremy Sim is in my class, there are 2 Stan(d)leys and 2 Ja(y)nes…

Jayne’s legs got bitten by gigantic mutant mosquitoes… that left like 9 cm diameter swollen marks on her white leg. Not exaggerating.

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Firstly, I would like to announce that Cycle 7 of America’s Next Top Model is airing on Channel 5 on Sunday at 11 PM. The reason for the lack of advertising (I wondered, but figured out soon enough) was because, in the first episode, ALREADY, they had to pose (tastefully) nude. If I were straight, I would get turned on like a peanut on crack, but … they finally have an Indian there. Nice. I can’t wait for the bitches to show.

My favourites so far are… Caridee, A.J… they rock.

Hello. I have 2 pimples on my nose, and 1 lodged up in my nostril. GREAT ~~~ Yes, it’s possible to have pimples INSIDE your nose, I’m not sure why or how, but I have it… so OK.

I keep on having dreams of Darkroom. Lol. I think I miss it too much already. Thrown back into enlarging days.

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Let’s spoiler you all with a picture. Yes, I have pictures in this post. Bwahahahahaha. And I’m blogging before midnight. Bwahahahahahaha.

This is the door which closes, then allows us Darkroom/BaPho people to load our silly little Kodak/Ilford films in total darkness. Love it.

More pictures?

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I still have no chance to post pictures. And I have this horrible habit of blogging after midnight. But I’ll try my best anyway.

Today was work day, and I have this privilege to wake up at 8 AM ~~ since I start at 10. So relaxing, but STILL, I didn’t have enough sleep, and guess what.

I happened to be S1. And I screwed up during the first few minutes, by sending wrong things to wrong tables. Haha. I needed a refresher in S1, I haven’t done that in freaking ages. Thank you to all who helped.

And who was in my shift?

Ivan! Or my pet name for him, “Ivy.” ^^ I love calling him that. It’s so nice. But Ivan is so damn tall, I asked him, “Why are you so damn tall?” I mean, I don’t ever want to strain my neck to look at him though. I owe him a hug. But he insists I owe him an Oreo Frappe. The Oreo is strong. I taste things. I know how they taste, Ivy.

“You may be hot, but I have absolutely no feelings for you,” I say.
“GOOD! GOOD!” he replies!

He rejected my hug leh. As if friends don’t hug like that.

He drank a Frappe later which Lewis made. I wish Lewis made me a Frappe. Still. IVAN IS GAY. Hah.

Lew?s, or as Michelle likes (me) to call him, “darling”. So from that minute onwards, I kept affectionately addressing him as “darling.” OH LEW?S. I think he’s avoiding me though, he left 9 minutes earlier than me. Sobs. But I did the most careless thing. I think I have bad handling towards plastic cups. Thank goodness I’m not Bar or anything. I am not one to handle all this.

I’m a clumsy clown.

So thanks darling.

And yes PERLIN too. I haven’t worked with Perlin for AGES, ever since that Friday night where a sissy Bangla called me rude. I swear. I’m damn glad she’s there. She’s hot. And she did Cashier. Which is hot. I find Perlin hot.

There’s no one from Cartel online. They’re all probably sleeping.

Today,
Nisa
found out I wasn’t straight.

To substantiate, I gave her the most sissiest impression ever. She asked me to stop it!

I dunno why you people don’t like sissy-acting people. Hmm. Actually, neither do I, but that’s besides the point.

Later on I met Fitrah and Denise at Dhoby Ghaut to see Azizah at the cheerleading thing. But it ended before it even began. Shan’t elaborate.

But it was funny because

1) I sang songs from musicals, at Plaza Sing, casually.
2) I was flaunting my lipstick around (I might be gay, but I’m not a girl)
…
3) Denise drank her shake on the MRT, and an uncle told her off, using the word “abdicate”
4) A fat pimpled boy played music out loud on the MRT, and we were talking about “abdicating” him.

Haha. Public transport has never been funnier.

Later, we checked out the pasarmalam at Khatib. I think I still have the Putu Piring rotting in my bag. And I finally switched piercing. People have been asking my red piercing… “Is it magnetic?“

THAT’S IT. CHANGE. Wtf please. As if skin is a medium thin enough to allow magnetic fields. Kicks.

PICTURES SOON LA.

I think I wear too little deodorant.

Leaving a small note to myself.

BaVid (TM01)
Julian Siau
03-36
9 AM - 12 PM

FigDra (TM02)
Richard Wee
05-09
12 PM - 3 PM

Funny. How can my BaVid class be in my former Perspective class? Weird.

So, go school, have breakfast, then rush back up to Darkroom, where CheeYong tricked us to clean the Darkroom. Woooot. But the BaPho people who came afterwards… dirtied the place again. Lol. I helped put things back, and drained the trays. I’m so fucking helpful.

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People are like, ranting about Block 12. The dreaded Block 12. I have nothing to say, seeing as how things like these don’t change or postpone. Ever. I will miss my Cartel like baby box.

I found Jojo’s external harddrive today. Woo. Returned to her. Phew.
I amuse so-and-so with my dancing.
Nina is a silly billy.

I love this BaPho class. I mean, look at all the people here. I can basically socialize with them, and they’re a funny buncha sillies. Unlike Darkroom VSCs, this mixed-course BaPho class really lifts my spirits, man. The ADM people have such a sense of humour please.

And I can actually “Hi” and “Bye” to them. WOO. I love you all BaPho peeps.

But Sh**** didn’t come today, so I think that was the essential part of Darkroom. Without Sh****, there is no excitement.

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