School minus woo-hoos.

I really suck at giving presentations. Paintings and sculptures are different. Not my usual cuppa. It's a whole lot harder to unpack, compared to blank verse, sonnets, odes and whathaveyous. Plus, I didn't have a pencil with me to help me annotate portions of the paintings as I go along.

And whatever research I've done beforehand seems to just shoot outta my head the moment I'm faced with the artwork.

You know what makes it harder? The fact that everybody else I know is just so comfortable and fantastic at it. It's a joy listening to them.

Hmmm how now can I skip the tour portion and stick to not being seen/heard?

Speaking of which there's a whole lot of essays begging to be done.

Untitled (because many great artists have "untitled" works ha-ha)

I want to eat at Simpang. Roti john, anyone?

I don't like online shopping.
I don't like waiting for the stuff to arrive.
It's not exactly instant gratification, is it?

And I don't like this whole your-notes-is-on-the-blob shit. Would probably go fuck (or rather ram self into) a tree if we're really going completely paperless.

EDITED// Sunday, 23 Aug 12:41 am

So many dislikes. Lucky there are some things I DO like. Like them;

These two pictures are my absolute favourite. Can you see the chemistry between the Mongolian (Julian) and the Nepalese (Sanjay/new) guy? I looooike. Apparently, the mongolians and nepalese have a long history together. Geographically, i think? Whatever, if you're interested, go google. My blog provides information worse than Wiki.

From left, meet Aida, Zowie, (skip me), Gwen and Fara Khan!

Last but not least, Jerusha!

Okay, showboy, you happy now?? Pictures are up!

P/S: Pictures taken before our trip to the SAM (for assignment purposes) on 19/8, Wednesday. We met Vesna, our guide, who jellied up our brains.

On a happier note;

1) Love my interactive class. Lessons spiced up with debates. Very engaging.

2) Love how international, my school enviroment is.

3) Love the new people I met & clicked with; Zoe, Aidah, Jerusha :)

4) Love academic writing modules! Very GP! Minus rigid PEEL structure.

5) Will love my course.

6) Will hopefully not give up under pressure.

7) Will see what art history is like tomorrow before making further comments about school.

8) And and, me has a new thing for shaggy haired boys. Shaggy is so sexy, when the boy doesn't have adolescent pimples or oily skin. Just an observation.

Oh ya, the Da Vinci exhibition was kind of a let down. I don't see why they focused so much on the restoration. And how Da Vinci used some kind of special plaster that allows him to take his time painting and perfecting. Very technical stuff.

Enjoyed the video and the way the whole thing allowed us to feel his enthusiasm for knowledge and everything. His curiosity is infectious. Feel like googling the Mona Lisa now. And also kpo and find out what happened between him and Michael Angelo.

Still having late nights, doing nothing. Eyes will not rest. Am tired out.

When I finally fall asleep, I dream about trannies coming over to my house for cocktail. I dream about men dressing up as women in MY clothes. Makes me feel huge and man-ish. Very disturbing indeed.

Anger is the most impotent of passions. It effects nothing it goes about, and hurts the one who is possessed by it more than the one against whom it is directed.

— Carl Sandburg

Well, I'm attempting to release passive anger, yet again. I cannot seem to figure out what I'm angry about... or who I'm angry at. I suspect that it's at myself. So that makes it doubly harmful, yes?

Breathe... and let go.

I really want to pick up yoga. Or pilates. And focus all energy, twisting self into a pretzel.

All hyped up.

Alrighty, as you can see, i can't seem to stop changing my blogskin. I am nuts. But for now, i really like this one.

Lots of school activities this week.
Bleargh.

I will try so hard to stick to the study plan. Yes, i must.

*tears self away from blogskin template.

I tell you, it's my latest obsession.

Oh actually, there's another thing that i can't help but do. Honestly, i keep changing the position of the bloody stickers on my phone! Every few minutes of the day.

My mom says it looks like an ah-lian's phone.

I hate my phone. It doesn't ring or do anything that phones are supposed to do, like receive smses and calls, for one. It irks me so badly, my phone's lack of activity. And when i do receive smses, i resent replying them...unless it's from girlfriends and you-know-who.

Eunice was the one who started this sticker thing. & i cant seem to quit the desire to paste more.