Posts tagged "Cylex Xerune."
THIS IS WHAT I PAINTED FOR ART SCHOOOOL.
Troll+Art Student Owl+Joseph Ducreux meme.

THIS IS WHAT I PAINTED FOR ART SCHOOOOL.

Troll+Art Student Owl+Joseph Ducreux meme.

Bears, Hair and a lot of wood.

So I bought a new pair of boots today. It’s reward for myself for earning actual money. 

I feel all sorts of superficial nowadays; finding ways to spend money, look decent and enjoy things that I don’t really even need. I used to think that I was pretty thrifty but I suppose I never really had control over large amounts of money before. 

Or maybe I’ve just been overly moody all these past few days without anything fulfilling to do and so little of my friends are free due to school. And this vacation and planning’s just so annoying with odd new information and the dumb airline’s being a bitch. I feel like going to the beach to meditate til sunrise again. 

But I guess it’s not all too bad. The highlights of my days have been my dear Tateeni talking to me on whatsapp all day and night and visiting Angel and Joelle and their new pup, Charlie, though that ended abruptly due to the lack of common sense and my own bad manners. Oh well. 

But everything’s alright. I have boots now.

I finally got a job. I’m painting a sign. Yes. A fucking sign.

But this is sign is no ordinary sign. Oh no. It’s an 8m x 1.5m sign. Well, it is kind of ordinary with the exception of being so fucking big. But at least it comes with a $1500 pay so it’s all cool. The only thing is that it’s in hougang but at least there’s Glenn to bother while my paint dries. I’ve finished about a good quarter of the thing already in one day but it ain’t quite so finished yet, but there’s no rushing it since I’ve til the 27th so it’s all good.

I’m also kind of staying with my cousins while my parents are away in India. Bleh. I did however have a successful naked day before moving in. 

Oh. And this Indian bitch was talking to her son earlier this evening about me and my hair and how girly it is. IN TAMIL. So I call my bitch Ben…

“Hey Ben… There’s this like, indian cow and her little bitch and they’re like, talking about how girly my hair is, in TAMIL! I think this bitch is totally jealous.”

“Uh whut? Why are you speaking so loudlehhhh”

“Yeah I’m speaking loudly just so it can hear me. And her son is just staring at me for some stupid reason. It’s like he understands English or something. Can’t be true cuz everyone only kind of understands one language. Psssshhh”

“Is he one of them big eyed kids?”

“Er. Yeah. It’s kind of creepy. He must’ve learned to stare from his mother.”

And so that’s how I got into a wee argument with a bitch this evening.

We just celebrated dear Mya’s birthday yesterday, which means mine is coming soon, and I am honestly not looking forward to it.

It’s not so much as the superficial, ‘I’ve become fucking old,’ that bothers me, it’s just that nothing good ever comes out of May 16th, as far as it concerns me anyway.

This year’s just became more annoying though; mom wants me to go to the temple to pray for some bullshit astrological reason. I wish she would just accept me for being an atheist, but she’s just going to keep thinking I believe deep down like most religious people. I guess I don’t really mind it too much though, seeing as how my friends, as much as I love them, usually don’t quite bother with my birthday so I’m not too concerned with them fucking up my birthday plans of pretending to pray and sleeping.

I guess another reason I’m pretty bitter about birthdays is that I’ve never maintained a relationship around the summer. But oh well, I can’t do much about that. I probably seem pretty secure with myself and I kind of am. I just kind of want someone to just make it a big deal. Maybe I’m just that bratty. That’s probably it. I’m just a bratty kid who loves the attention. And I’m alright with that.

And so I’m just going to skim through my facebook wall and thank everyone, add a smily face or two and just mope the day away, sulking because I didn’t get a copy of Bossypants to make myself feel a little better next Monday.

I’m just going to lower expectations, for May 16th’s just another day…

  1.  fabianngxz started following you


    OH MY GOD YAY FABBU IS MY 300TH FOLLOWER YAY.

And I got to say, I’m not really into her new songs. They aren’t very good, even if I manage to sneak in a few listens and finally get it, and I know I will considering how much airplay they get. And as much as I liked her previous music, which was pretty okay considering the crap out there, it just isn’t worth listening to over and over, unless you’re a pop loving satanist(I kid).

But regardless, people are going to love it anyway because it’s Lady Gaga and everything she produces is rainbow magic out of your ass.

I do appreciate the irony that Lady Gaga’s new album will probably only succeed through the blind devotion of her fans and the indifference by everyone else. It’s the new bible I tell you. If it were intentional, metaphoric hats off to her then.

Then again, I haven’t heard every other song in her album so I might be too quick to judge.

GPOY: I’M PRETTY DAMNIT. 

Well, my past month was a major blast of unproductivity and a fair bit of indulgence in the free time I had been blessed with. Now I know I probably complain too much that I’ve no time for life and school’s been eating up my social life. And it’s partially true; Foundation has been quite a brain drain and I haven’t been very into my work. But fuck all of that! It’s all over and I’m over everything. I’ve got my lovely bunch of friends who suffer with me/help me get through all of that so for that, I’m beyond grateful. Though, I’ll probably have to ignore all my friends, enjoying their holidays, for the next month or so and focus on my work(SPECIALISM WHOO!)

But for now, I’m just gonna just look back on the time I’ve spent with my friends so here’s a fun little pic spam of the friends I’ve dearly missed for the past few weeks/months.

And of course, a good time wouldn’t be complete without awesome food. So here. Food Porn. 

And here’s to the friends I get to see every other day who make the unplesantries of foundation much more tolerable.

I love you all ;)

GPOY: Sleepy tiems edition.

And now I’ve got a new toy to play with ;)