Inspirational photos from Internet Hell:

On that note, we should stop using words that generally points to homosexuality as a term for something negative.

I should be doing my assignment.

Attack of the pod people nap-lounges...

I want one...

D:

Post of the new.

*yawn*

I'm going to have a shower...

I think, now, that it's a good thing I spent a week to myself. It's sort of a breather from the harsh realities of life.

It allows me to hermitify (yes, I'm aware that there's no such word... Well, it's a word now!) myself which I'm usually rather fond of being borderline agoraphobic and all.

Ah, the things you learn about me throughout the course of reading through my life since college. har har.

At 11:37PM, today...

"Whoops! Is that a sliver of humanity? KILL IT!"

And then it died as fast as it came.

Don't I just haaaaate feel good chick-flicks sometimes...

I bet Mrs. Thatcher is pulling a face right now.

My latest qualm:

Why do people add people they don't know on facebook? Then when you send them a message asking them if you've met they don't reply. Surely when there's random adding there's the obvious hello-do-I-know-yous.

And then there's the persons you add that you do know and they accept your request. You strike up a conversation with them and they pretend to not know you? If there's one thing I do is to ignore the friend requests of people you don't know, everyone should do too.

I think it's time I purge some few on facebook again. Life's taken a turn and the naysayers must be discarded and forgotten.

damn no brainers.

My thoughts, your vitamin-enriched and nutritious and wholesome fodder... Well, sometimes. Most often though, I go off about the Umbilical Brothers or something as random. It's been quite a while since I jotted my words on a piece of paper first but I stand here, quite literally - I cannot be bothered to sit down so I'm writing this on a cupboard, to muse on.

Today, I go off, rather disdainfully and for the umpteenth time, about the lovely fashion industry, dear people on the intertoobz. More specifically, Models. Androgynous, mind you I don't have any issues with androgyny I'm just stating a point, shapeless, devoid of any apparent interest outside of 'A piece of lettuce ends world hunger' and 'I'm a size 00, worship me' and a complete misrepresentation of most of the women living on our beautiful, gorgeous even, planet earth.

Generally speaking, there are two main and most distinct cause for the lack of figure and the androgynous looks that these women have. One of these theories are constructed by myself and the other by I can't remember who... I think it was Zuri who heard it from her dad or something.

My theory is brought on by a few simple questions. Who are the most affluent and influential designers out there? If you answered any one of these (Alexander McQueen, Christian Lacroix, Chanel, Dior, D&G, Armani, etc.,) you're correct. Do these wonderful people have penises? Yes, except maybe the exceptions as noted in every walks of life, in every golden rule there are exceptions, but I digress. What are the chances of these men being gay? I shall answer that question like a person who doesn't speak English. Yes.

What do gay men love? Other gay men, of course! As well as a few straight men for the eye candy factor. What are men if not the complete physical opposite of their fairer counterparts? Men, devoid of strange fat lumps, save those infected by McDonalds, i.e. no tits and ass.

So, as far as models are concerned, they are men sans penis. some very pretty men except lingerie models. Oh, wait, I hear someone choke "Then why the hell don't they just use only men on the catwalk?" If it were you who muttered these silly words, ponder such questions as:

1. Pre 2000, who were the target market for shopping?

2. Pre 2000, would you hear a man shout in horror "Oh my God, someone is wearing the same penguin suit as I am!"?

3. Currently, is the layout for stores around the world still female oriented?

There's probably more to it than my surface argument if you'd care for a coffee but onto the other theory brought on by ThepersonIcantrememberthenameofsorry.

Designers are always poor when they first start off so by virtue of circumstance and necessity they had to make do with whatever cloth they were donated with by all these delightful fabric suppliers, which wasn't much to tell you the truth. The less cloth needed to dress a person is a good thing so in light of this, they hired really skinny, nutrition devoid creature, bless them, to parade shamelessly in the designed garb.

Tangent:

Why do Avant garde pieces look like things put together that have been collected at random from the garbage? Anyone?

Well, that'll be all I have to divulge on this medium for now and trust me, it wont be the end of it.

Ablooooooblooobloooooooobloobloobbloooooooo....

Classes begin on Monday,

Then it stops...

Then it starts again on Wednesday because life is retarded...

"TIMMEHHHH!!!!!"

Yeas. I prepare myself for 5th term torture.

My name is Aishah Roose. 5th term is gonna kick. Life, prepare to be ball-bashed.

kwii ee!

Tis now time for boringbojangle-fangle-bobangles class updates!

5.1 October 2009

*drumroll*

The one that got away because of my lackadaisicality:

Presentation Drawing 2!

And the Lord totally freaked out after someone turned off the light while he was on the porcelain throne:

Environmental Lighting!

Everyone wants a piece of these:

Study Practice 3: Furniture Design!

The world would cease to function without corporate herecy:

Design Studio 3: Office!

Finally, because the world is never too dull:

Construction Studies 2!!!!!!

*applause applause*

The timetable is made such that I'm free from Thursday Lunch through to Monday 1400hours. Anytime not stipulated above is for naught, during the day time... bruahahahaha....

So, there. Nothing interesting on the agenda today except for chocolate cake and bibik chasing the cat with a steak knife.

P/S:

Kepada kanak-kanak yang kaya raya buang duit, ingat, tu duit bapak kau. Bukan duit kau.