On Satuday morning, I went to Art Friend and got my easel and gigantic clipboard.

It's like finally, I have my own home drawing studio!

I reckon that I'm a smarty-ass because on Saturday, I was working the midnight shift. Which means I get reimbursement for my cab fare. Which means my bulky barang-barang gets free transportation home!

I'm best at taking advantage of situations.

Yesterday, I helped Hairianto with stencilling.

Hence, he now has another 'Made in BOSNIA' tee dished out in gold letterings on a black background.

I also borrowed his digicam so that I could take narcissistic photos of myself.

Believe it or not, it's all part of my school assignment.

Wahaha!.. I'm so loving what I'm doing.

This huge assignment is titled, "Self Portrait"

SELF PORTRAIT!!!

*hyperventilates*

The best thing is, it is completely freestyle! Meaning I can go all crazy and wacky.

Then there's dumb and boring people out there who asks stupid questions like, 'Need to draw specs?', 'Need to draw hair?', 'Can use what?' and many other senseless questions.

The poor lecturer answered, 'It's all up to you,' to all the questions.

These no-brainers just have to disgrace themselves like that in a mass lecture hall.

Truth is, I'm very prejudiced against people younger than me.

Fact is, most coursemates are younger than me.

It's very irritating.

On Thursday, I started to express my dislike for that freaking loudhailer-bitch.

And she was like, "Wah lau, you today a bit attitude lehx.."

Luckily for me, I start lessons in a new class today.

It's really not all that bad, you know...

Last night, I dreamt that I was offered a place in TP. And I accepted it. Then I felt a nagging urge to reject them because I kinda like it in NYP. In the end, I woke up.

Haha!... I know, short dream.

The point is, TP can take their time to figure out what that Finger of mine means. They can wallow in self-pity for the rest of their lives for not taking me in.

Because right now, I'm so loving NYP.

Never in my life have I looked forward to going school.

It's like a vehicle, fuelled by passion and driven by motivation.

This particular guy asked me, 'You not sian meh? Come to school everyday and face all these boring stuff?'

I went, 'No,' and grinned like nobody's business.

Back to the vehicle analogy..

I feel that I'm alone, though. I think I'm very alone in the 'fuelled by passion and driven by motivation' thingy.

I believe that my vehicle fits one only. And that one seat has been taken by me. I am comfortable alone. After all, why do I wanna hang out with kids anyways?

Somehow, I feel very special. It's my time, you know...

Talking about me, it brings me to the calendar.

On Thursday, I turn 18.

I mean, I TURN 18!!!

So very exciting! I'm finally there, you know. Not barely there or nearly there, but THERE THERE!

I get to meet up with my dear friends too. I have my favourite drawing class on that day too. I'll be at my favourite diner too. I'll be looking good (as always) too.

I don't know why, but all things good seem to be happening to me. You could say that life is unfair. I totally agree too... because I'm on the better end of the unfairness scale.