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13 sketches in a night?
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I swear the computer's evil. I spent 3 hours this afternoon reading one chap of my text because i was constantly distracted with the computer. And so i tried studying in my kitchen tonight. With the aid of a cuppa coffee and the lack of my laptop, i managed a chap within 2 hours! Am gonna be spending alot more time in the kitchen now i see.
Oh yah, after doing my readings, i realised that the 40 yr old virgin is extremely narrow in its portrayal of the "orient". If u guys watched the show, remember Andy's indian colleagues? Throughout the movie, those 2 had a constant unnaturally strong indian accent which i assume was meant to evoke laughter. And then that scene at the Japanese restaurant, where the 5 Jap women came and sounded silly with their drums and all singing happy birthday to the white american family? See, the roles they had, were so disgustingly stereotyped! Boo! Am gonna delete the show right now.
Anyways, a close friend gave me the add to her blog today. When i first read it, it sounded so weird. What was written was so different from what i knew about her. And then it got me thinking, a couple of friends have actually came up to me, telling me that i sound so different on my blog and from real life. So me and my friend, are we bloggers suffering from a split personality?
The main conclusion i came up with: we are alot more real on our blogs because it is here that we express more of our vulnerability. I compose my entries at like 3am in the wee morning, in the safety and comfort of my own room, enjoying frank sinatra's husky voice in the background. I am in the perfect situation to sit down and really think through what happened througout the day. And this blogging actually gives bloggers this unreal feel that they are just penning down their honest thoughts without anyone reading it. This, IS SO NOT TRUE. That's why you see us blurting out our deepest darkest thoughts so naturally and unconsciously! Sometimes i even wonder why i write the things that i write on my blog. Why would i want my friends knowing these disgusting inner thoughts?!
Alrighty...
Oh yah, my parents are so sweet! They went ahead and bought me a teevee today without me knowing it! Although i don't really like the design(its abit too squarish?) and the fact that that the screen's still the same size, i feel so loved! My parents seem to think that i will die if i am deprived of the teevee for yet another day. Haha. Oh yea..and so i can channel surf tonight again!
Am gonna do my sketches now. It's a bad idea when u cram all your weeks' sketches into one night. My tutor wants 33 sketches, and guess what? All i have is 20. So i am supposed to come up with 13 right now? Goodness. I wonder how this is all gonna work out. And mom looked at one of my sketches today and exclaimed in unbelief: " You are an undergrad and i think beanbean (boon's bro, my 7 yr old tutee) can draw better than you!" So much for an encouraging mom huh? She then started looking around the house for nice plates, ornaments, flowers, and insisted that i erase my elementary school sketches and start sketching all those stuff instead. Boo! I insisted that my drawings are abstract and not as simple as she thinks they are though. Haha.
Alright alright..back to work. My 2b pencil is shorter than my pinky now!
posted by alienresident at
2:47 AM
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Lyric of the month |
Travis - Flowers in the Window
There's no reason to feel bad
But there are many reasons to feel glad, sad, mad
Its just a bunch of feelings that we have to hold
But i am here to help you with the load.
Wow look at you now
Flowers in the window
It's such a lovely day
And i am glad that you feel the same
Cause to stand up i'm in the crowd
You're one in a million
And i love you so, so lets watch the flowers grow.
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