the first day of school was bad. extremely bad i should say. instead of giving the routinery post-holiday speech such as, "so, how was your holiday, class 06.?" or, "where did you go during the holidays.?" as if it did matter, my lecturer plunged straight into a set of powerpoint slides and bore me till death. i don't know how many times i got distracted and tried untying my friend's shoelace, or slap my friend's lap, clasp my hands together and prayed like a monk because he had a new hairdo, or rather, he had thrown away his hairdo during the holidays because i was quite positive i could count the strands of hair on his skull. i even started messaging people like ryan, saying, "eh cb you owe money pay money or else i kill your family," which i'm utterly sorry about if i ever did offend you, but try to understand - i was very bored. 

at 1030, we gathered at ADRC, which is this air-conditioned room, and if i had the chance to change the name of that place, i'll gladly change it to The Place of No Return because everybody from class 01-06 gets introduced to hell in there. we usually gather there for project briefings, and this time round was too much to absorb. i took my seat, took a piece of paper from a friend, wanting to take down notes and requirements but found it too hard to catch up. Mr Chieu just went on and on and on, "your final project... ... the hideaway... ... koh samsui... ... Thailand... ... tasked to design and conceptualise a prototype of a chalet... ... the artist, dancer, writer, or photographer...". it was as if he dropped a joey on all of us, tying us down and giving us the stern warning of, "YOU ARE GONNA DIE THIS SEMESTER FUCKER." and i can totally imagine joker of the dark knight saying that statement. i remembered the pdf. file containing all the specific requirements and stuffs like floor area, dimensions, and so on for our very first project that was on our school's blackboard made up no more than 10 pages. that day, i knocked on my brother's door and passed him a thumbdrive containing the same genre of pdf. file of my final project. when i got my printouts, i counted, and realised we had 26 pages of information to go through. but like how gerald put it, it could be a good thing, because more information provided should logically mean an easier task. 

i scanned through the printouts that day when i was in gerald's car on the way up to holland v to meet the rest and confirmed that this semester will require a joey that will work doubly hard. then i went on and realised my final crit presentation falls on the 12th of january. 

THANK YOU VERY MUCH SP DARCH. NOW I CAN GIVE THIS EXCUSE TO MY FRIENDS AND TELL THEM I CAN'T CELEBRATE BIRTHDAY SO THAT I CAN SAVE MORE MONEY FOR THE INCOMING VESPA. FUCK YOU CB.! FUCK YOU CB.! FUCK YOU CB.! 3 TIMES BODOH.!

after that, we had our impromptu site visit up dempsey hill and instead of a chartered private bus, we had to find our way there. everybody got themselves drenched in sweat because the walk up the hill from the bus stop was a long and tiring one. they got themselves drenched, while i got myself dreeeeeeeeeennnnnnncccchhhheeeeed. you get the point holmies. we went into this church and was cooped up like the coco in eileen's house everytime we come over for mj and the place was stuffy and hot but the holy spirit didn't turn on the fans for us. we were told to do some sketching but the then-present condition was bad - can you sit still and sketch while you're so soaked in sweat.? then towards the end, the holy spirit decided to turn on the fans but 2 minutes after the fans were turned on, we were ready to leave so fuck it nb. 

the first day of school was horrible. let's hope this is not a sign. it's not that i have lost interest in my first choice, but sometimes, it gets hard to safekeep it. the time given is a major turn off. i should get some rest now. goodbye.