(REALLY LATE ENTRY)

Well, I'm about to pass out from exhaustion. I missed 2 days of class to stay home and finish my Design Studies. I was sick for a day, because I caught the house sickness. I have finished 2 modules out of the 6 for this semester. I'm about to finish the rest in about 2 - 3 weeks. Now life drawing is the torture of the moment. Imagine your lecturer is a wo-man. Yes, that being, a woman, who talks like a man, has a figure like a man, but is in reality, a woman. Won't that scare the shit out of you? Okay, what if she cracks bad jokes, is unfair to students she doesn't like, and loves to pressure and threaten us all? Not the most brilliant thing in the world. We were told last week to go out and take pictures of building structures and whatever landmarks we can find. 15. 15 pictures. As if we're that free. Well, most of us downloaded off the net, and with the wonderful program called photoshop, resized and edited those pictures to make them seem more realistic. In class, within 5 hours, we were to draw the exact replica of 5 out of the 15 pictures we took, chosen by the lecturer. She of course, would want to torture us so picked the ones that would earn us less marks, with more negative space..or extra details, or more work to do. We're to do them with artline pen. Yeah, PEN. Shade and details with PEN, which mean the eraser is rendered useless at that exact moment. Well, of course, NOBODY finished, so we all took our drawings home to finish. Here I am with only 3 done, and several more hours till midnight to do the rest. Hurrah. Shit shit shit. I've got a girlfriend who is many many miles away from me in Brunei, having her mid year exams coming soon. The only thing I'd wish for is more feedback from her. Well, either ways, I'll be back in Brunei on June 12th, which is official. Flight is in the afternoon, so expect me to be back in my parent's house in the evening. That uh, um, a Tuesday, Well, a couple of days away from our 2nd year anniversary, so yay~Many movies to watch too. Though I don't look forward to the Mall Cineplex very much, now that I know I can just pay B$3.50 (so called the worst cinema unless you opt for Gold Class) to watch a movie in a cinema 2x to 3x larger than the Mall cineplex's theatre, plus the popcorn is ever so yummy, and its god-damn comfortable. (I have seen the 'world', lol) Well, beggars can't be choosers. Life is da shits here, so to say, with lack of sleep, weight put on eventhough I miss meals at times, so thats not cool at all, yeah? I hope to convert my one pack into something more admirable and less of a teasing material for my dear Min. Happy Mothers Day to all mothers, grandmothers and great-grandmothers. Do check out my other blog in MW. Wish me luck...so that I can finish all my assignments on time. I will sign off with this short poem here.

Oh dear, Oh my,
I'm about to die,
Feeling despair,
As if lack of breathing air,
Paper overloading in the bin,
Stress pouring in,
All this torture,
Is for my future,
To ensure Min's happiness next time,
I suppose, its almost the end of the rhyme,
So I hope Min, you appreciate my efforts,
All this for your future comfort.

it's 11:52 PM now