My yesterday was good. Of course, alcohol makes anything/day/place good…. I went to yam cha with three indian friends in the evening. And what would indians naturally do but… drink. MUAHAHA… So i had four large yummy margaritas in Chilli’s.
I met up with Kelvin before 8 for I, Robot. And was absolutely appalled to hear that he had asked ANOTHER girl out on a date with me too! what the fuck kelvin… I then realised his plan was to ask mE without telling her… and vice versa. So he had two girls to bring to the preview! You old fox you… (actually i’m just bitching, i didn’t mind her)
I was making a helluva noise in megamall arguing with him over silly things and such. People were staring at us but i cared not. I don’t really count it as arguing cos we were laughing most of the time… but i think i was exasperating him anyhow. After half an hour, he threw his hands up in the air and shouted “Oh my FUCKING GOD, how does Aaron TAKE THIS!!!!”
Again, photos from my hp>
This is Kelvin. I’m in the background. This was taken in Hartamas. Quite long ago.
I went berserk in Women’s Secret today and bought even MORE underwear. I can’t help it! *weak* Everything is on sale and they’re like 50% to 70% off! And their lingerie is just SO FABULOUS and FANTASTIC it’s screaming out to me to try it on. And buy it. And take it home.
Oh happy happy joy joy! *jumps around happily* Wearing nice undies is indeed happifying.
My beautiful beautiful new undies *hugs them all*
Yes i sound mad don’t i. I didn’t sleep much last night, so i’m on natural hyperactiveness today.
it is to draw marker visuals late into the night. I just spoke to aishah on the phone. She sounds like shit – sleepy, tired and lagging. So do i actually, i suddenly got this blocked nose and sneezed continuously since i woke up at 4 am to continue with my work. I always get mega terrified i’m not able to get up so i always get at least two people to wake me up. Today’s honours went to Afzan and Kanch. Thanks guys…
Back to the torture. It’s just plain suffering. Everytime i draw on Monday night. I feel like: killing myself. going to sleep and pretend my work doesn’t exist. throwing my markers into the neighbour’s yard. crying on my paper so it’d smudge and die. falling asleep on the sofa. which i sometimes do. it’s really pitiful.
It’s so bad, it’s a business opportunity for some in my college. Students who are great at their marker illustration offer their drawing services for a charge of sometimes 10 to 30 ringgit a piece. Bloody hell. I’d rather do it myself and spend that money shopping! ARgh… i hate markers. I love pencil. I love charcoal. I love watercolours. I love oil paints. Especially charcoal. JUST NOT MARKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! omg im losing it.
I just spoke to a very dear friend on msn. I didn’t even know he’s on my msn. His name is Ryan Soosay Raj. Yea, i just HAD to put his full name there. Ryan’s such a common name you see. He decided to migrate to London in a box while i was in Sabah, so i didn’t even get to say goodbye. *feels like crying* No, i’m joking. He actually migrated there and iS living IN a box. I assume so because he doesn’t seem to tell me anything about his current quarters. So i’ll just assume it’s a box.
And because i’m bored of markers and awfully distracted, i’ll put up more pics taken from my hp. It shall be called The Alcohol Edition
This is Dinesh. He was pretty drunk and singing along to Frank Sinatra on the way home from Atmosphere. He’s usually too shy to sing in the car.
This is Seong. It was the first time i saw him tipsy. Dinesh is behind him… hee hee
This is Gen. He was a tad tipsy at Gerai outside Atmos.
This is Big Ben and Aaron. I took advantage of taking this shot cos BigBen was fucking pei outside BarCode. He was staring and pointing at the moon much to my amusement. Ho ho ho… look how cute and chubby he is… ๐
This is Ivan in Cristros. I remember i almost threw up there cos of all the beer they made me consume. bleargh.
This is Guy passing out at the twin’s house. Guy is Louis‘s bro muahaha. They are both named after their mom’s handbags. Well, that’s what Louis told me.
This is Ben at the twin’s place as well. He was getting drunketer and drunketer. And kinkier and kinkier.
This is Ryan Mukati. It was his birthday party in Aero and naturally, he got trashed. I think so did i, hence the shaky hand.
There are none of me. Actually. There ARE drunk photos of me. Which i shall not put up on *my* blog heh. Not so shameless…..
Now i know how my college friends finish their work.
They just don’t go out.
I’ve been at home the whole day…. drawing. Hence the many posts.
My blog shalt be my output to bitch and crap till disconnection do us part.
I think so much when i’m alone. Because only my hand is working. The only thinking my brain needs to do is think of what marker colour to use eggshell? sephia? blonde wood? warm gray 20%? 40%? *goes nuts*
I was having an interesting conversation with a scandalous girlfriend of mine the other day. Her scandals involve sleeping with men with gfs but not wanting commitment herself. I call her my mistress friend to her knowledge. Right after we discussed her scandal story, i went on to tell about aaron’s bbq. She promptly cut in: “See. If you’re the mistress, you don’t have to marinate and clean.” I had nothing to reply to that!
Oh yea, i had this family dinner yesternight cos my grannie flew back to London this morn. She loves making us (cousins and me) draw lots for pressies that she gets. The thing is, its usually something we’ll never wear. Ever. But because she bought it for us, we’ll always say “thank you it’s very nice i love it” and smile as widely as we can and later . I got this gaudy gold and many-jeweled brooch. er. So anyway, I saw her holding out this big chunky necklace thing and asked her who it was for. She said it was for my brother. If i’m not mistaken if was a fertility necklace from Africa. My twin cousins and i bawledwith laughter, anticipating the moment when she’d give it to my brother so we see his die-hard expression….. priceless. My grannie: Aunty, cousins and i: My father: My brother:
Rudy here, Joyce has asked me to guest blog on her site while she’s busy doing assignments and the like. I’m allowed to randomly rant here, but I promised not to write any anti-fairy propaganda.
For the uninformed, i’m a friend of Joyce’s who lives/studies in Melbourne. We chat on msn whenever both of us happen to be online and she’s the perfect person to bitch to about problems, her fake sad face is the most convincing one i’ve ever seen
She’s also a good friend of mine *hugs*
Hehe… Xanga smileys… I feel so deprived with my mblog now. Haven’t written anything in days.
But like all good bloggers/blog-ees, and in Fairy-like tradition I’ll just put up a couple of pics that look cool …. but in reality, I just can’t be fect thinking of something to write
and later 
. I got this gaudy gold and many-jeweled brooch. er. So anyway, I saw her holding out this big chunky necklace thing and asked her who it was for. She said it was for my brother. If i’m not mistaken if was a fertility necklace from Africa. My twin cousins and i bawled with laughter, anticipating the moment when she’d give it to my brother so we see his die-hard expression….. priceless.
