Sick

I'M FUCKING SICK.

Cough! Cough! Wheeze...

I don't think I'll be going to school tomorrow. I'm coughing like someone with lung cancer... And I'm having shortness of breath too. I feel like I'm choking. I think I shall head down to the doctors to get it checked out again. I just went like on Monday. It was just a sore throat then. Now it's cough and shortness of breath. At least I can rest now. I've just finished Kay Kok's work. I need to invest in cheaper pencils.

Come on and tear my throat out,

stop me from screaming.

End this torture,

now, this evening.

Art Is Hard.

I'm still sketching and shading and drawing and cross-hatching and smudging and erasing.

First you don't, you don't succeed.
You gotta recreate your misery,
cause we all know art is hard,
young artists have gotta starve.
Try and fail and try again.
The comforts of repetition.

FML.

I lost my wallet.

FML.

My teacher was extremely nice for letting me leave class to go make a police report. (: I think she's an angel undercover or something.

So the plan tomorrow is to go get my IC done at the ICA building. Since I'm gonna be there, I'm gonna do up my passport too.

Things just happen and I just gotta accept it and deal with it.

Illuminate the "Nos"

on your "Vacancy" signs.

AT LAST! MY LOVE HAS COME ALONG.

HAHAH! AT LAST I CAN FORMAT MY BLOG POSTS AND POST PICTURES!

Today I felt extremely tired, I have no idea why, but yea.

I'm the best you ever had, and the best you shall never have again.

Baby's Sick.

Judey boy is sick. His tonsillitis is back. I accompanied him to his GP this morning and he asked for a referral letter to a specialist. He's thinking to get it removed because it keeps coming back. I think he's just too prone to it. Hopefully he gets better soon.

I died.

I died today in Basic Drawing A class... ): My art was shit compared to everyone else's. It did not even have a single good point... Well I guess it's not good enough. I swear my redone work is gonna rock Kay Kok's mind when she sees it next Friday. I think I can do it. I'm gonna blow shit up with my mind.

I'm so tired right now... But I can't sleep right away. I just ate.

BTW. I'm on a freaking strict diet. Freaking damn strict. No other drinks 'cept Good 'Ol H-TOO-OH... And NO fried food. And NO milk. Only Soy Milk. You get the picture. It's almost Vegan.

Fucking blogger can't post photos.

Watch You Sleep, While I Do My Art.

Hey people. I know I haven't been blogging much... So here I am, to update.

Judey's over at my place now. He's dead tired so he's sleeping. I love watching him sleep. And tucking him into bed.

The inspiration truck has hit me. I think. I have to do a drawing that is minimum A4 size, all about the texture of the rough, green side of the sponge. Yea. And I have decided to do... Beards. Yes. Beards. Beards on men. Maybe women... HAHA. Yea. I better get to it. If I don't finish, I think Kay Kok is gonna draw blood tomorrow. Till next time.

After the last midtown show.

I haven't been blogging lately. Partly because I've been in camps, partly because I don't feel like it.

Oh well, there's a lot of stuff coming up. (: Like MY BIRTHDAY PARTY! Be there or be square. HAHA! Okay. That line was totally uncalled for. If you wanna come, here are the details. It's gonna be held at a Duplex room at Costa Sands Pasir Ris. I have no idea which room yet but you can text me, or leave a comment, or email me for details. It'll be happening on the 11th of July. BBQ followed by hardcore partying till dawn. (: I think the theme is Rock 'n' Roll. HAHAHA! I have no idea yet.

Till I've got more interesting shitz...

LIL.

We were part of something ours and ours alone.

Fucked.

I fucked my own life a lot of the times. It's all fucked up because of shits I failed to do and shits that I have to do. Clashing times and dates. Too little time. Too much shits. And all these fuckups in turn fucks up somebody else's plans too... See how fucked it is?

I upset with myself right now. Right this very moment.