Let me brief to all of you about ToA's subjects in foundation for 1st semester, 1st term.

Design 1 - Workshop
It's all about vectors. Vectors vectors vectors. You need to use Adobe Illustrator (which I just finished downloading, hah) WITHOUT A TABLET, and using a Mac computer. My bloody shortcuts are all screwed up because of Mac.

My neck nearly want to patah after every single lesson.


Finished Art.
HOHOHO. Finished art. The place where you waste trees because we (and I mean the whole class) screw up from cutting the paper wrongly and have to walk all the way to Vision Art just to buy another piece of paper. Basically, you make boxes and pop up. 1mm of mistake, you're screwed. You get this single word from the lecturer/tutor:

REDO.


History of Art & Design.
This is where are 3 classes cram into one Audio Visual Hall equipped with TEN air cons to make you freeze to death. We have to write so quickly because he goes sooooo extremely fast and our expressions are usually saying "WHAT IN THE WORLD DID HE JUST SAY?" because our lecturer bombards us with Foreign names of the place/museum.


Figure Studies.
My weekly dosage of laughs. Sorry Bryan. We draw faces, the ideal proportions of a human face, nose, eyes, blablabla... and later we will learn how to draw the tonal value of faces. Interesting class. Funny speaking lecturer.

The lecturer can draw a free hand perfect circle on the whiteboard with a marker. ON THE WHITEBOARD.

And he drew "Angelina Jolie" on the board. HAHA.
(Sorry, only CD081-2 will understand this part)


Language & Communication Skills.
The BEST subject ever. Because our lecturer rocks. But I'm afraid of the presentations.


Pengajian Malaysia.
Pengajian Malaysia by Ms. GodzillaHasliza (Sorry, another inside joke). Nobody listens in this class. I repeat, NO ONE LISTENS IN THIS CLASS. Okay, so maybe people who really, reeaaallly, REAAALLLY want to study listens to her. Kei Vyn hates this lecturer because of her "tak kisah" attitude. Ru Jean tried to listen, but she failed. Jonathan wanted to sleep. Brandon was making fun of everything Godzilla said. Amelia.. don't know what she was doing lah, disturbing Swea Phin or something. And others were probably drawing, spacing out, or "oo-ing" at each others' assignments.

Sad class. Nice place to lepak.


Design 1 - Lecture.
I LOVE THIS CLASS. HAHA. We learn a lot of techniques and art mediums. First week, we learn to dot dot dot. The next week, we learn lines lines lines. Tomorrow, well I don't know what we're learning. But I can't wait somehow.

P/S: Amelia, don't perasan because your assignment went up the wall. Mine went up the wall also.


Drawing 1.
Dots. Lines. Planes. That's what we learn. Our lecturer is called "Barbie" in our class. Hahaha. Every week, we have to take the easel and draw the things on the table. AND THERE'S NO HOMEWORK FOR THIS SUBJECT OH YES BABY. But John's work every time kicks ass that it makes mine look like a piece of crap with graphite on it.



Yes, I just bored all of you with words.
HAPPY FEBRUARY.


P/S: I forgot to add:
JACLYN LEE HSIEN MING YOU HAVE EXACTLY 1 MONTH TO RETURN MY RM30 AND SHIRT OR I'LL RING YOUR DOORBELL UNTIL IT EXPLODES.Tick tock tick tock.

From tall to short: Jason, Dad, Sheryn, Mum.

YAH OFFICIALLY THE LAMEST POST EVER.

Guess whose face got infected with multiple pimples after months of flawless skin?

That's right.
Her name starts with an "S" and ends with an "N".

I LOVE THE ONE ACADEMY.
Especially CD081-2.
I really do.

(:

"How many chances do you get at a musical about a serial killer?"
-Johnny Depp

24th January 2008.
I am SO watching this.

Here's an update I promised.
Not many pictures for this post, so I'll probably bore you to death with my crapola language because my brains has temporary shut down for Japanese to fit in.

Yes, you probably know what this post is going to be. College.
It all starts with the 3 days orientation. Yes people. Three days. And no, they don't even call them orientation, they have a special name called "Induction".

For the first day, we had an introduction about the campus, lalalala you know where this is going so I won't say anything. Next we had Helena introduced the materials used for our assignments. Artline pens, cutters, metal ruler, campus A3 paper, Pentel poster colours, Alpha watercolours.. all that stuff.

And we had to pay all THAT for RM200. Goodbye, cash. :\

After that, we had seniors talking to us about how we are going to suffer there. They're quite entertaining. We had to do the "Banana Dance". Stupid song. It's in my head now.

Yes, and in case you are wondering Hsien Ming, I wore the dream catcher. Long story short, I nearly lose it. Found it between my jeans and belt. D'oh.



On the second day, more talking. The difference was, we had the dean talking. Quite inspirational, but a little too long winded.



Third day, our student counselor talked. He was superbly fun. Explains why he is after all, a student counselor. And then, we get assigned to our respective classes. My class is a mix of a few graduates, local students and one International student (considered; he studied High School in Taiwan. His English is better than mine). Our Course Administrator (like guru kelas) is Helena. She's funny. And not to mention.. she is shorter than me. :D

Actually, I am taller than a bunch of people there. I am sooo happy.

We got our timetables that day too. My eyeballs dropped to the floor when I received mine. It. Is. So. Pack.

PACK like a a bunch of sheeps in one small hut. :\

Design 1 - Workshop.
Finished Art.
History of Art & Design 1.
Figure Studies 1.
Language & Communication Skills 1.
PENGAJIAN MALAYSIA WHATTHEFUCKINGBARBEQUESAUCE.
Design 1 - Lecture.
Drawing 1.

I have classes on Saturdays too. Argh. One of the reasons why I have to stop my Japanese classes. It's so sad, it's like a chunk of huge stress and fun gone. I can't use Japanese to yell at the waiters in Japan anymore. Hmph.




And this is what I've noticed for the past three days I invaded college:

01. Almost EVERYONE speaks Mandarin. Yes, I know it's good since China is rising and all that stuff, but you're in college. Speak the freaking international language. Think of the bananas international students there.

02. The college is so icing cold. Like what, every room has a minimum of two air cons. But the good thing is I get to wear my hoods very frequently. Heee.

03. Lala people invades The One Academy.

04. The staircases will NOT stop me from wearing heels. Hahaha. I bid you farewell, sneakers/pumps.

05. And I spied a pretty hot guy there. Too bad he speaks Mandarin. Don't make me go there and strangle you. :\


Here is what happens if your college is beside Sunway Pyramid.
The good thing is, you go there every day.
The bad thing is, you go there every day.

D:

I am officially called the lepak-er of Sunway Pyramid. I seem to invade there everytime I finish college/go for lunch. I bumped into many of my friends too. Within these three days, I bumped into Shahid. He was waiting for his date.

I love his style. It's always funky and fresh for the eye.
Not those typical baggy-pants-until-I-can-pull-them-down and huge shirts.


And the other one was... Soo Teng Han. HE'S WORKING THERE AHAHAHAHAHA. At least his uniform is cool. Don't go change job la to Taipan, I cannot laugh at your face anymore if you change job.



I have nothing else to talk about, so I'll just bore you even more with my current work in progress (Only the face is nearly done, haha). Not my college assignment because if it is, I'll get slapped by my lecturers' critiques about just how simply wrong it is.

Done in Painter X.

Translation: Intermediate 3 Revision. And my face after doing the paper. No explanation needed.

Here's a summary of what happened at my Japanese oral exam today in lame Sheryn's term. Had a briefing of the EVERY SINGLE CHAPTER we grasped for the past 19 lessons. Brain became roasted. Stoned at teacher many times.

Then, the oral came. Tembak kau kau.
Failed miserably.

No, it's not a boy with a water gun squirting sky juice through his ear.

And this is just the beginning. Next week is the REAL thing; written examination. I only need to say one word:

FUCK.

Japanese oral exam tomorrow and I didn't study. I'm dead.
The End.