Monday, April 21, 2008
,11:04 PM
i don't know how it all began. was it football training.?
all i know and realise is shahridan's the kind of character that will go, "eh you okay," when your facial expression gives you away and you act like paul twohill (never a compliment) all of a sudden with all the unwanted emotions on an initially, happy day out, or amusingly, when you say... (this is weird), say, "i'm moving to a smaller flat. must sleep double decker. share room with brother." because smaller equates to downgrading, and the only logical reasoning for a downgrade in all occassions is most perhaps the lack of the zeroes at the end of the figure in the savings account.it was good to see the ex schoolmates cum holmies and after all of that, i resign and will accept the fact that it is only on such special occassions that we'll get to meet up as a group. let's make use of online messengers people.
shahridan's 17: in the simplest, yet most meaningful celebration.
the iphoto is a very good software. to prove it, my humble tries -
today, i completed my first ever model under the status of a DARCH student. the only thing left to do is to evaluate my model and do a short write-up. now, will someone please tell me how the final evaluation of a shorter-than-10cm model made up of satay sticks and blu tacks in a random manner should read.?
today, i completed my first ever model under the status of a DARCH student. the only thing left to do is to evaluate my model and do a short write-up. now, will someone please tell me how the final evaluation of a shorter-than-10cm model made up of satay sticks and blu tacks in a random manner should read.? "i think blu tacks are excellent adhesive alternatives."
"i am amazed. i am so amazed.! this tutorial really did move me. it did. in a very explosive manner.! EVERY SINGLE THING ABOUT IT. because... ... i thought satay sticks use to poke marshmallows only.?" then must end it with a >.<>
"i think that hor... this model looks like. *giggles* esplanade."
i am at quite a lost. i played with the school's adobe today and... wah, it is fucking powerful. and the coursemates and myself went over to moberly, this fantastically fucking cool place with 2 studios, drum skins tighter than a geek's cb, 2 karaoke rooms 2 times that of my current room, 4 pool tables, a cafe, and so i heard, an air conditioned study place opened 24 hours during the exam periods. rates are very reasonable.
what i'm going through right now, i call, The Life Story: Excitement of The Poly Student (pre-stages). okay, sounds very wrong, but just like the primary 1 kid in the lift hopping up and down, maid trying hard to wipe the corners of his mouth messed up by his early dinner after school, on his way down to his Heaven at the neighbourhood playground, i cannot wait for this excitement as a freshman to wear off completely. i want to start mugging. i want to get all stressed up with unfinished assignments. i want to hate datelines. i want to curse lecturers. i want to. just fucking start. you know, like, START.?!
the life is adapting a change for the better. the life is taking a turn. THE life(with the extra emphasis on the syllabus of the italicised word).