Also because it’s 1am in the morning and I can’t sleep so… *shrug*
Let’s do this thing.
8am lessons. I have them on Fridays, which automatically make them ‘Thank God I Managed To Wake Up For Class’ instead of ‘Thank God It’s Friday’ because let’s face it, I was probably up till 3am the day before, swearing to myself that I’ll have one additional coffee for every hour I sleep later. The problem with that form of logic is that I have to wake up for my coffee first, so you can imagine my utter regret when my alarm goes off on Friday mornings.
You must be wondering though, for such a horrible timing for lessons, why such sunny photos?
Well you see, my 8am lessons are design classes, which means I have to be all artsy fartsy and go around taking pictures or drawing stuff. It also means I get to have a MacDees breakfast first if I get there before my teacher.
On occasion, these lessons become surprisingly interesting, like that one time I went up to the roof of my school for the first time ever.
My Fridays are also rather eventful, and by that I mean me actually going out to somewhere besides home, school and the comic book shop with friends, because I have no life.
During these outings, I go to malls I haven’t visited in maybe half a year and discover -to my utter glee- that there are new dessert or bakeries opened.
For the above picture, I’d discovered PJ&J CINNAMON BUNS. It is in caps and bolded because it is very important information. Ironically, I have come to forget the name of the shop, only remembering that I bought it at the basement of Bugis Junction.
A photo that I thought was cute but both my friend and I decided that IT SHOULD NEVER be posted to instagram because someone could just photoshop my face onto some AV girl’s porn flick.
ON THE FLIP SIDE
This is what happens when 8am lessons aren’t as interesting. Judging by how much coffee is on my table, I probably slept at 2am the night before, to wake up at 6am the following morning.
But like I’ve said many times over, coffee is magic. So give it a few minutes (like half an hour or something) and BAM.
Good as new and ready to wreck havoc.
Or just, you know, pay attention in class.
As much as I have little need to wake up early for anything, there comes my next earliest class.
THE 10AM CLASS
Basically, the 10am class is a PW class that no one really pays attention to unless there are lab works or assignments. Till this date, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to take away from it and I’m finishing school in less than a month. (Insert shrug) At least I can say that it has been relatively painless.
Pictures below are of our last official lesson together with our teacher, even though I never really realized it was the last lesson till people started getting all sentimental and taking pictures with the lecturer.
For me I just shrugged and thought ‘this could go onto my blog’ and took pictures. It’s not like I had anything better to do then anyway.
And of course, since it was the last lesson (that I didn’t notice was the last lesson), Mia and I decided to treat ourself to this thing called ‘BlackBall’, which really is this awesome thing that came from Taiwan. When you eat it warm it tastes like holding hands on the beach and when it’s cold it’s like being at a party you can’t can mortally drunk at. Everyone should try it.
Also, thank you Taiwan.
On an entirely random note and also because I’m too lazy to write a separate post,
I finally went Hari Raya Visiting this year!
I haven’t been able to go because I never really had any close malay friends, NOT because I have no friends, okay. ):
In fact, I have awesome friends who are total potter heads with enough merch to dress me up for an impromptu casual cosplay.
Do you think I suit Gryffindor? I always thought I’d be a Ravenclaw. Where’s a sorting hat when you need one???
Anyway, I went to Mia’s house and ate
and ate and ate and ate and ate till I couldn’t anymore because malay food is soooooo gooooooood and home cooked ones are even better because they are infused with family love.
We ate and watched How I Met Your Mother and Friends With Better Lives in Mia’s room, while I then proceeded to spill Fanta grape on my top and a patch on my jeans on two seperate occasions.
On the bright side, I found out that my top was rather waterproof, which kinda awed me, until I saw it start to slowly seep into my clothes, to which I practically snatched the tissue from Mia instead of taking the picture I said I wanted.
I would have taken a picture of it, but I thought of how I would rather have a tumblr-worthy picture and have ants attack me on the bus or something or not have the picture and stone on the bus in peace. Let’s just say I detest anything with more than four legs and I treasure my time spent on long lonely bus rides.
My jeans on the other hand, was totally cool with the fanta grape and soaked it all up so I ended up with a sticky knee when I took off my jeans at the end of the day. It was…really, really unpleasant.
I tried this tidbit called Chocolate Almonds and IT WAS THE BOMB I tell you. I would look forward to Hari Raya just for them. #thingsineedtoremembertoeatyearly
Moral of the story: Keep going out with your friends because one day they will HAVE to invite you over and then you can eat awesome food.
Wish me luck for submission week,