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ONLY ONE

[]Name: diabolique
[]Aged: go figure
[]blah, sarcastic, cynical, paranoid, indifferent
[]vegan/children/elderly eater a.k.a cannibal
[]green tea
[]music in free time

[]Loves:
[]backstabbers
[]hypocrites
[]twits
[]overbearing, arrogant, snobbish people
[]slowpokes, physical ones and mental ones

[]Point:who doesn't?

[]Really:
[]God
[]friends
[]music
[]shopping
[]procrastinating
[]PUNS! yay!

ONLY WANTS

[]below 15 for L1R5
[]MarcEcko: The TurnStyle/E900/The Niche/Ecko ID/Two Timer/The Encore
[]much, much MUN-NEH
[]my own digital camera
[]ipod nano
[]my own tuba

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GingerDead
LancerLord
MollyMeek



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Monday, January 28, 2008
This Little Piggy Went To The Market

School has started and it's already evident that it's going to be quite some ride.

The Marketing teacher is so feisty, I feel old when I'm in class. And the speed. Class just zooms pass and I'm like, WHA?

Oh well.


9:30 pm

Sunday, January 27, 2008
Of Scabs And Blood

Because of the hives, I kinda scratch my legs a lot. Sounds weird but that's besides the point. In any case, I get lots of like, abrasion wounds. Those you get when you scratch a mosquito bite too much. Then after a while, it develops into a scab thingy. I like peeling them, then wait for the blood to form and droplet, then wait for it to dry and harden, then peel it off again.

Think I'm sick. Not sick-sick but sick-sick. I get what I mean.

I'm mighty tired right now. But I can't sleep yet cause the blood is almost dry. Heh.


1:28 am

Friday, January 25, 2008
The End

It's finally the end of the bane that is known as AppliedIllustration. The lecturer has been an ass and I have very mixed feelings about him. Sometimes he's okay, but most of the time he's not. He's so vague and well, I don't know. Vague.

It's really ironic cause right from the start he tells us that he wants us to develop our own style and yet throughout the entire module, he keeps imposing his ideals about what makes good design on us. By doing that isn't he greatly restricting our development?

It's not just him actually, practically all of the lecturers do that. You come up with work, they comment, most of the time they call it constructive criticism, and then they say, "I don't know larh hor. You are the designer, you decide."

But really, let's face up to the truth. If a lecturer says that something should be changed, even though it comes in the form of what is known as a suggestion, who would actually have the tenacity to actually stand by their design when it's a amateur's opinion against a, more oft than not, professional's. 

That's courting a certain fate called Doom.

But of course there are exceptions. Like...Wait, I don't know anyone like that. Even the best conforms to what the lecturer thinks is best.

Oh well.

Think AppIllus will kill my GPA. Though I really hope that I get a B and above for Typo.

Oh well.


12:04 pm

Wednesday, January 23, 2008
My Name Is Power

I reserve the right to leave you alone. I reserve the right to lock you up. I am open, but only as much as I want to be. I am ambiguous. I am clear and precise. I am your author. My name is Power.

MollyMeek FTW.


3:03 pm

Almost There

Today's the day the class of T03 says good bye to TpograhpyandLayout. 

As it was, some of the things that could go wrong, went wrong. But things like it starting to pour and missing the bus, not before falling down in a puddle and losing your wallet, and finally reaching the printshop only to realise your thumbdrive was destroyed by the rain and your laptop's completely busted, did not happen though it could have.

Thank God for that.

In any case, I finally managed to get the damned thing printed after one and a half hours of waiting and swearing at the printshop. I think the owners were worried we'd thrash his shop out of all the angst. You know how people say the silence was so heavy you could cut it with a knife? Well, that knife could well have been made of all the angst.

Oh well. Spent like 15 bucks on the damned brochure but I'm happy with it larh. And I think man people think the design I used was taken off the net or something but NO, I DID IT MYSELF. Not that saying it now matters cause nobody reads my blog. 

AppliedIllustration's ending soon. And that's one mother of a pain in the arse that I can't wait to get it over and done with. I pray I get to see another day after I'm done. With all the work due and time left, I think I'll blow a major artery while doing it. Either that or I'll give myself a concussion after falling off the chair due to extreme fatigue. Or maybe I'll be sentenced to death for manslaughter after I kill my entire family out of frustration. And it's no million dollar question as to who will go first. If you know me well enough that is.


2:13 pm

Monday, January 21, 2008
Whoopeedoo

I'm almost done with my brochure after what seemed like an eternity. Have to head down somewhere else other than the printshop in school later. I pray that everything that can go wrong will NOT go wrong and everything good that can happen, happens. 

I'm actually very happy with my work for once. Okay, maybe not. It's just that the other times I was happy, the lecturers were well, unhappy, so I had to be unhappy as well cause it would reflect badly on the lecturers if they're unhappy and their students are happy. I'm making sense, it's just that you're not me.

Andand, the block is almost over! Hope the next one won't be as much of a pain in the you-know-where. Yes, the mild version much different form the previous post is actually a weak attempt to redeem my mortal soul from eternal damnation. 

Okay, kidding.

Anyhow, Chinese New Year is almost here. I'm not looking forward to that though the long weekend break will prove to be a much need reprieve. It's not that I don't want the money or the, more often than not, much needed break. It's just that I find all the hassle not worth the while. What more if you have assignments and whatnots that need to be completed. 

And don't get me started on having to entertain extremely cheena relatives that until now have no idea how old I exactly am despite visiting every year. I doubt they can remember what I'm actually doing now despite the fact that I told them last year. I somehow sense that since I'll be doing photography next block, I might just have to take pictures during visitations.

Okay, maybe I shouldn't gripe so much about it seeing how I have likewise the memory of that resembling a goldfish, which I feel that it's very a very apt way to describe my life right now. Like how I'm just swimming within the small confines of the same damned bowl everyday and just watching days come to me like sailors and watching them as they drift away, meeting the sunrise out at the horizon. 

Heh. RiloKiley FTW.

Speaking of which, TheDittyBops will be releasing a new album soon. And that I'm looking forward to.


1:22 pm

Fucking Bar Charts

Fucking bar charts.

That's all I have to say.

Okay, maybe not.

Fucking cheebai bar charts refuse to turn out the way I want them to and I'm fucking tired and grumpy.

BLAH.


3:25 am

Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Heh.

I'M SO UGLY.

It's a good thing I didn't say I'm over that cause I don't think I'll ever be.


11:24 am

Untitled

School has been pretty unkind this block. Haven't really been sleeping well, though I can't say it's anybody else's fault. It the kind of thing where you really want to do something but just end up doing nothing. Not sure if I'm making any sense, but I don't have to.

As much as I would like to say that I can multi-task really well, the matter of fact is I can't really. And me being me, I lack the discipline to discipline myself. It is also partially how the TV is situated a few arm's length away which is by my definition, too far away and it's practically a chore to reach over.

Isn't it strange how we would do EVERYTHING else other than what we're supposed to do? It's like how on any other normal day, I wouldn't watch CSI or what's-it's-name but when it's time for me to be busy, I can't help but watch the damned show. And don't get me started on the number of times I've gone to the toilet, checked the fridge and cupboards and whatnot.

I keep telling myself to be focused but who am I kidding? I can get as focused as a doorknob and that's about it.

I'm thinking about becoming a monk for a year or two.

In other news, I've seemingly gotten over the fact that I'm independent and am probably going to be for quite a while, and also that I can't design anything to save my life. I'm thinking I have the creativity of a pot of boiling vegetables. I wonder how long they'd be keep at bay though.

Heh.

- Pour ne pas vivre seul
Des filles aiment des filles
Et l'on voit de garcons
Epouser des garcons


10:08 am

Saturday, January 05, 2008
On The 12th Day Of Christmas



Last day of Christmas!

LOVE this song. And LISA KELLY!

Everyone should listen to CelticWoman.


10:20 pm

Friday, January 04, 2008
On The 11th Day Of Christmas



TGIF!

That's all I have to say for now.


12:57 pm

Thursday, January 03, 2008
On The 10th Day Of Christmas



I complain too much and do too little.

I need to get over things.

So I've decided to adopt Tyra's policy.

I can't draw to save my life.

I'm single and somewhat lonely.

I bemoan my, in actual fact, not-so-pitiful life so much that I'm getting sick of my voice.

And I can't seem to get over it.

SO WHAT?


11:37 pm

Wednesday, January 02, 2008
On The 9th Day Of Christmas



I'm having Typography&Layout class right now and the only thing I can hear is YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE.

YOU KNOW YOU KNOW YOU KNOW YOU KNOW YOU KNOW YOU KNOW YOU KNOW YOU KNOW YOU KNOW YOU KNOW YOU KNOW YOU KNOW YOU KNOW YOU KNOW .

OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY.

That's about it. I swear my head's gonna burst.

Also, I feel like something is lodged in my my gullet but that has nothing to do with class.


12:43 pm

Tuesday, January 01, 2008
On The 8th Day Of Chirstmas



On the 8th day of Christmas, it is also New Year's Day.

2007 has been quite a year for me though in retrospect, everything seems to just blur into each other. Getting my first PROPER job, receiving my 'O' Level results, choosing a path that'll most likely affect my whole life, making new friends that I'd never thought I'd meet and a whole lot of nonsense in between.

The strange thing is that though I'd like to say that 2007 went past fast, it was in actual fact, a very looooooooooong year. It's simply because I've got the memory of a goldfish. Anyhow, what's over is over and I don't really want to care anymore.

And here's to 2008 : KMA!

I'm not going to make any resolutions this year. I won't be able to keep them anyway. I'd rather just live my days, doing the best I can, which pretty much depends on my mood but that's something else.

I wish I could sprout something philosophical but alas, this is as much as my brain can manage.

SOOOO....

[insert your own witty/philosophical pithy about how we should live our lives by somewhat silly sentences that we cook up here]

[or not]

And.....

Happy Birthday to my blog. 3 years of rubbish. Oh well.


2:20 pm