I don’t think you others know how  torturous  

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…

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…..

Errrrr

Hi alll~

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

WARM WINE MY ARSE

I went for lunch with Michelle in Ekachai just now.
And decided to have red wine as well.
I didn’t drink on friday and saturday mind you
what a fucking miracle
The waiter served it at room temperature.
Eww.

So.
I sent it back saying
“Could you please chill it a bit cos it’s pretty warm”
The waiter stared at me.
I repeated it  s l o w l y  and  c l e a r l y  so he would understand…. more i hoped.

The wine came back 5 minutes later.
IT WAS WARMER!!!
you should have SEEN MY FACE WHEN I touched my hand to the glass
can mati i tell you
who the FUCK in their RIGHT MIND WOULD SERVE WARM WINE!?
WHAT THE HELLLLLL

After gawking  at the glass for a good 30 seconds,
I carried the glass and stalked as coolly as possible to the counter.
The manager smiled at me from afar
I thought he looked more intelligent than the waiter anyway
He smiled apologetically and shot the waiter a ‘you-idiot’ glare

I went back and sat down.
Michelle asked me, “So how?”

“How? i hope they don’t spit in my glass… that’s how!”