today was anything but fucked-up. instead, i had the best birthday ever in the whole fifteen years of my life.
thanks to those who gave me their greetings because you remembered. its okay if you don't give me a present. really. *phoney grin*
nah just kidding. thanks.
thanks to those who bothered to give me a present. i feel so bad because i can't remember bdaes for nuts. i'll try lah, from now onwards.
nas, being the nice angel that she is, gave me a pink playboy carrier, a playboy bdae card, and a self-designed tee! ooooo nas you are too kind.
today was the last day of the graff workshop.
argh.
excuse me, i need to take a shit.
okay back.
anyway we started work on the thing. it reads mosaic. and its fucking nice, if i must say so. so all you free people with nothing to do, get your ass down to the esplanade and appreciate some art. its over at the back, near the bridge. take photos, whatever.
sketch picked me [!!!] of all people to fill in the background. wahaha. i guess i must be improving, or i must be on to something. the background is pink!
it was real hot, and i was sweating buckets after just a few minutes of spraying. but we had to endure lah, no choice. wasn't too bad, at least we had free water.
basically what we all did was fill in the letters which sketch had already done beforehand, and yuen, ryan and me did the background. then sketch did a hell lotta touching up, like the keylines, highlights and shit. so it was what, 65% his work? haha yeah. let the expert do the real shit.
then annabelle came and did this whole interview thing. she recorded me while i was all sweaty like a pig. heck, everybody sweats when they spray. there's no escaping it.
we finished everything at 2 something.
i took gazillions of pictures. and i held a towel over sketch's head while he did the last few touch-ups. scared he might get overheated you know?
was amazed at how it turned out. a few glitches at first, but it ended up fine, thanks to our dear teacher, duh.
oh yes, the spraycans have funny names. there's a citicab yellow, and a comfort blue. waddeshit? what's wrong with light blue and dark blue? i guess that don't cut it no more. but why taxis?
anyway. let me talk about more relevant things.
we had a "graduation" ceremony after that. went up to the rehearsal studio, where the acting workshop kids were rehearsing for their monologues. got our certs! im an official triqnaqi academy graduate!
watched the drama people do their thing. a few were really good, the others okay lah. eh, i from drama club, can comment okay? but there was this guy who was really good. he just seemed abit gay, that's all.
then we decided to leave cos we were getting hungry. so yeah, we said our byes and everything, then sheikh asks where the esplanade library is. then aaron asks what for. he says he wanted to meet terry lee there.
i was like, what?
terry lee??
he said yeah. so i said, yeah i know where the library is. so sheikh asks me and nas to escort terry lee to the rehearsal studio.
OMFG. terry lee. terry fucking lee. mr notorious t dot lee!
so we went down, said hi, and got him to the rehearsal studio. but not before getting his autograph!!!!!!!!
me and nas were bouncing off the walls.
i can't fully say how happy i was today. it was just a feeling, like getting high. i mean, i was just so fucking happy.
we went off to banquet to eat.
wanton mee.
even if i was happy, i felt a bit sad too.
my shoutouts to triqnaqi, you guys rock. thanks so much for organising this shit and giving me the time of my life. without you guys, i wouldn't have met sketch, i wouldn't have had a chance to finetune my art a little bit, and i wouldn't have had so much fun.
to Sketch One, most laidback teacher i ever had. for the few days ive known him, he has taught me alot. funny, he reminds me of snoop dogg. wahahah don't ask me why cos i don't know. wonder if he ate the apple. hahah. keep the ill shit coming, and pave the way for aspiring graff artists like yours truly. thanks man.
to the guys, sufiyan, ryan and yuen, you guys just crack me up. ryan, remember your fundamentals! lol. yuen, don't be too busy with shireen [or however you spell her name] until you forget graff. sufiyan, please, for the sake of mankind, stop singing. hahaha hope to see you guys around, and if you set out to bomb, don't forget to call us down aite?
i can't believe it's over.
sigh, like they say, all good things must come to an end.
fuck that.
im never going to stop doing graff, rest assured of that. unless someone comes and chops off my hands. and feet. and head.
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