So I had music class this afternoon, though it's not the kind that you would think because instruments aren't involved, but that's not the point here. While he was talking about some classical performance, he came to talking about pissing off some theater students — if ever we feel like doing so. All in the name of good fun, of course. The trick is to talk like a Shakespearean. He said that nobody talks like that anymore. Only nerds.

ONLY NERDS.

Well, Mr Hiddleston likes Shakespeare.

Goddamn it.

I need to draw his face. Maybe then he won't be so imposing.

What did I get myself into?

Labels: frustrating mindless rant, i'm frustrated, mindless rant, rant

I have just finished coating half of my bedroom walls with the sealant. Well, no. Actually, I have just finished playing MW3 after coating the bedroom walls, but that's irrelevant. It was a tedious task, really. The smell — OMG. It feels like the walls of my innards are thinning. It leaves this burning sensation, but after a while, I got used to it. Or, maybe I just forgot all about it because my sister and I were alternating between talking about whatever and singing along to whatever songs were playing on the laptop.

I'm going to miss my velvet purple wall, but as my father has said, it's a bit too dark, and my bedroom isn't that spacious to begin with so I was standing there with the paintbrush in my hand trying not to be too offended with his remarks. It shouldn't, of course. I'm being just overly emotional. But that's okay because in saying goodbye to purple, I'm welcoming—wait for it—aqua marine. Think Tiffany blue. Around that hue value.

I'm excited, of course.

Know what else I'm excited for?

The fasting month.

And my sketch of Loki/Tom — because I'm completely smitten with him.

How could I have forgotten to watch the Euro final?

Incredulous, indeed.

Oh, Spain.

Know that the renovation has started and I'm not very fond of the current living situation. Everything is dusty and I feel like I'm constantly covered with grime. Even my cats are dirty. And making a trip to the bathroom is not as convenient as it used to be; we have to use the common toilet provided for affected residents at the void deck. I'm paranoid of perverted people every single time I have to go down to relief myself. Also, the hot weather just adds to the infuriation, as well as the apparent limited choice of activities to occupy myself with. 


Would you look at that? I can't believe I woke up this early — on a Sunday, no less. I usually sleep in on the weekends, but I guess my conscience won't leave me alone. It's been giving me the idea that I'm wasting precious time by spending too much of it being unproductive. What's a girl to do, ay? Can't stop myself from reaching the controller, or the tab for the daily dosage of fiction.

I hate this nagging feeling.

Labels: ramble

I'll get started on drawing Soap and Ghost respectively tomorrow. I was going to start a few minutes ago, but due to a cat-related situation that had gotten Dad—and in turn, I—somewhat peeved, the mood has since dissipated. I could just go right ahead as I'm just itching to start drawing again because if I don't, I might lose my momentum, but I don't want to be drawing in an unfavourable mood. Actually, I kind of feel like I already have lost my momentum. Such is the case when you're trading free time for money.

I haven't even started on Seung-hyun. Hell, I haven't even finished the Real Madrid one. Now I have added Soap and Ghost to the queue — and a request of an, idol, I suppose you'd call it, by my sister.

I wish I had enough motivation and determination to follow through on what I said I would do, but these distractions are so…distracting. Demoralising. Discouraging. They stray me away.

I suppose, for now, I write.

Labels: CoD: MW3, ramble

So I've been reading a lot of Call of Duty fan-fics. I would fall asleep halfway with the Galaxy Tab by my side and when, for some reason, I wake up in the middle of the night, I would continue and fall right back to sleep again — especially on weekdays. It's my bedtime story. All of it.