Alaaaa... why 30 dollars an hour for French tutoringgggg... :(

Had a lovely dinner with Shiah Beng (sp?), May and Li! :D He ended up paying for it and then Li gave us free icecream.
Effyeah.

June is for Redang and Diving.
And I have found my sacred Troika, The troika of Sha: Good Food, Good Music, Good Company.

I listen to good music the way I eat good food. The piece/dish is appreciated and critiqued in entirety after the subtle hues and undertones are savoured. After the flavours, the instruments are cajoled from the board. The quiet dance it presents on my palate the same as the symphony that is displayed on my eardrums. Each touching me with such force but so lightly. Beauty and awe has never been so good to me.

OMG SOUNDWAVE IS THIS FRIDAY!
I will be bumming the morning class and cancelling all my appointments for the day but whatevs. :D

Saw Mommas Boy again this morning over Brunch at the Atrium. :3
Then he buggered off somewhere... *shrugs* Whutevs.

So it's decided that I'll get either Grado SR125i Headphones or an ASUS Transformer Prime... or both...

Siblings, the money I'm using is my hard earned cash. SUCK IT.



I am so happy for the free ice-cream... I'm sorry I kenot jump...
So retarded... HAHAHHHAHAHAHA...

The Delectable Men tally for February:

Blue Eyes, Tram Rockstar, Mommas Boy.

Three's not bad, thanks muchly, Melbourne. :)

The story of Mommas Boy. Actually it's not really about Momma's Boy but more of my inability to wave and smile and say thank you. Damnit all, Sha, damnit all.

Anyway, so there I was, being helped up one step to my chariot... eh, scooter and bila sudah I turn around and what do I see? The cutie at the next table had stood up to offer his hand for balance or something. I just sheepishly looked at him before duduk on the scooter at which point he looked at me serba salah and when I turned around he was gone. I think he fail-safe'd himself out of the malu.

I AM SO THE CHAMPION.

Li, you can confirm this happened onot? I don't know if it really happened... It all happened so fast! Meh.

When I am bosan...

I do this with ink at Max Brenner with free hot choc thanks to Josh...

Then I scanned it in and do this (after I added the wings -- and realise it's one well-fed dragon, or it could be preggos)...

And then I do this in Illustrator...

The blue dots are the anchor points which i fix and trim and streamline...
And then we have this..

Then I go to sleep.Tribal dragon done, part two will be adding the lace detail because that's really the most definitive part of the whole design.

Then I go to sleep!

It's not a good thing when you act as council for many but are too afraid to let go of your own insecurities and ego to tell someone else about your issues. You fear being judged by your peers and you think that your problems, compared to the rest of the planet, are insignificant. You'd think my only demon was SMA3. Wrong. My demons hide behind that cheap trick of an excuse. I just keep them locked up pretty good.

The cage? A preppy smile and a song in my voice.
But it really all is just a big 'fuck you' to the world.

UNIVERSE, Y U NO...

On a happier more beautiful and made me tear up, maybe, note:



Well done, guy who did this!

One of the subjects I hope I get into is Synesthetics (for Communications 1)... The picture above has a lot to do with synesthesia. It has nothing to do with the pot-smoking dog -- or the fact that you just read that in your blond, stoner voice.

And for Studio 3, Crash Course Cinema... Which is pretty much 3D things.

Do you taste Mondays? Is it bitter?
Do you feel the colour red? Is it warm and textured?
How about seeing C-Major? How vibrant is it?
I don't do the above-mentioned and that makes me less special.

and



So.
Cool.

Mainly because it made me think of the Laws of Thermodynamics. :|
Which I don't even know about to be honest.
And probably has nothing to do with this.

Rights to Daniel Wurtzel

I think I've just perfected the giant dragon that's going to end up on the right side of my torso... Now to draw it and present it to an inker. And hopefully they have a colour just a shade or three off my skin-tone.

Lace Dragon. Masculine and feminine at the same time. Born from an infinite symbol -- the circle in between my shoulder blades. A halo, a void, a solid, a continuum.

Sent to the Pup.

"If I could walk everywhere

I would go to every corner and find food.

I would be a Maven when it comes to the city.

Turn it into a game.

Find ten pieces of graffiti, take pictures.

First one back doesn't have to do something stupid.

Explore lorongs

In Bangsar

Because there are many lorongs there.

I don't know but I'm struck by a bout of romanticism.

Something is beautiful tonight.

I just have no idea what."

Then he said something completely off key. No poetry, that boy. None at all.

Which is fuck-all, really. :D

Oh! Random happy nonsense poem for you!

Falling through,
mists,
hazy balls of rain,
Incoherence.

Wind swept hair,
cold summer breeze,
rushing,
Smiling.

All is well
And good.