ive been having the time of my life these past few days.
there's only 6 people in the graff workshop but that's not a bad thing. definitely not a bad thing. we get more individual attention, meaning more criticism, meaning more improvement, meaning being that much closer to being where sketch one is right now.
man, i respect that dude. he has some ill skills packed away, and i am so fuckin happy to be learning shit from him.
but then, judging from the improvements i have to make, i guess it'll take a couple of decades or so. whatever it takes, i'll do it.
chey.
but seriously, people might think im half-decent or so, but i actually have alot more improvements to make, and im setting much higher standards for myself. so don't be surprised if one day, you see me bruised all over. that's cos i had probably beat myself up for not meeting my so-called standards.
like i said, whatever it takes.
if only right now, i come to class, sit down, take out my sketchbook and draw. draw, draw, draw. lessons, draw. homework, draw. projects, draw.
wow.
if only. fuck maths. fuck physics. fuck chem. fuck all the other stupid subjects.
if my mum sees this, she'll slap the crap out of me. then she'll nag at me till my ears bleed.
ahhh.
first session, we went back to the basics. learnt a lot of things. didn't know how important throwups were, but now i do. okay, for the less educated, throwups are simple letter formations, usually fat bubble letters, and are done with one or two colours only.
we had to draw as many as we could so i just went crazy and filled up the whole first page of my sketchbook.
there were four guys and two girls [me and nas]. i can't remember the guys' names. um. i remember there's a yuen and a sufyan. i can't remember the other two. hahah. what's with all these sufyans?? i know what, five sufyans now. i used to think sufyan was a nice name, but with all these sufyans popping up, its getting a tad less nice? i duno.
man, that sounded slightly bimbotic. let me digress.
i love the esplanade early in the morning. there's no one around, save for the security guards, who are actually kinda friendly, and the whole place is nice and quiet. oh, they put up new exhibitions so go see! there's one with condoms involved. its along the passageway leading to underground, after you go down the escalator. its the last exhibition. so yah.
something to do with homosexuals i think.
yesterday was fucked though. ate at bk after the workshop with nas and reached drama at 2. i thought everything was fine and dandy until mrs k said she needed to talk to me. in that tone of voice. so i knew it wasn't going to be good.
so i came late. what the fuck was the difference anyway? all i did after i came was move a stupid cube to and from the stage. and they keep changing the blocking so me and husna have no idea what to do for the sets. ain doesn't give a fuck. hahah. so what's new.
i totally blocked out whatever she said and i mumbled something about being on time today. she can such a bitch sometimes. but because she gave me free spraycans, and is the only one in power of having a graff workshop in school, i will magnanimously forgive her. whatever it takes.
we started spraying today. but just for practise. aaron was going on about me being dehydrated cos i was wearing my beloved adidas sweater in the insane heat.come on he smokes and here he is telling me about being dehydrated for wearing a sweater? hah.
fine so he's just being concerned.
anyway found out my spraying technique was wrong all this time because it causes the paint to drip. got it corrected. but the hardest part has to be the outline. that part sucks. we were wearing latex gloves [for safety purposes...whatever] which stuck to our hands like some octopus suction cup. finally took it off cos i couldn't stand it.
so what if the paint particles enter my body? i'd rather die colourful. but the story sketch told us was really scary lah. freaked me out abit. that ain't gona stop me from sprayin though. if you want to know the story ask me. lazy to type. something about him vomiting out paint.
oh yeah, found out we actually had to wear a bloody suit, complete with gas mask to spray. sketch has the suit, and it was so clean. shows how concerned he is about his own safety. but then i myself wouldn't wear it either. but he changed into it before i left. kekek bodoh.
but it was kinda cool, like beastie boys. hey i want a suit too!
haikel was doing elmo all over the place. aaron... duno what he was scribbling with the can. but well, he tried. haha.
i had to bloody leave!
felt really fucked-up. rushed straightaway to school without eating anything for fear of being late and incurring mrs k's wrath. then she wasn't there! turns out she didn't come.
WHAT THE FUCK.
i fucking hate drama. i hate it so much. i left a graff workshop early just to face the shit that's drama.
maybe the reason why i hate is because of the G-word. there have been no improvements whatsoever since the day they started doing full runs. i don't know if she is slow, or retarded, or spastic, or has short-term memory loss, but she better get her act up or one day i will just SLAP the shit outta her. im serious.
the teachers had better realised their critical casting mistake and at least be remorseful for making all of us suffer or i will slap the shit outta them.
on a brighter note, its my birthday tomorrow! 170305
surprisingly, priya gave me a bdae present. how sweet. thanks lots! ain too. thanks! i'll make sure i'll give you guys something for your bdaes.
and the graff people have plans for me tomorrow. shit. better bring extra t-shirt. must be nas' idea lah.
at least there's no drama tmr.
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