Edit, 8:45PM: Two minutes after I left posting this thing, I just had to comment. Every single time I click on that 'next blog' button on the dashboard, randomly, right? I keep on stumbling towards a couple of these blogs with the same fucking content but with different names. What the fucking shit? And, btw, is it just me or like all the GEDIK people in the world who uses blogs, they like to post something like this.

Um.

Observe.

As you know, I'll be doing a performance with Khalis, Dham, Pavi, Atiqah and Hafidz during Fun(d) Galore.

So the name of the song is One Step At A Time by Jordin Sparks. Not... Something something by a Chick With the Same Name. You know, my personal thoughts on the song - it's girly, it's too high pitched, and I feel like puking every time I sing that song. Fucking shit, man, I twitch every time she hits this particular note in the line, 'one step at a time'. Figures.

It's real hardcore high-pitchin', though, if you hear the bridge. Damn her vocals are serious shit.

I know my heart, no matter how cliched and how stupid this sounds, isn't really in it - I dunno, I guess the motivation died out of me a few hours ago. Look at this. I didn't even go inside BM because I was just too fucking bored out of my mind to haul my ass to the library. So I sat outside, talking about Yaoi Video-Games with Xaniele (specifically Togainu no Chi and a crapload of other stuff).

We didn't really learn about anything, in the end. Everybody's just way too busy pulling up shit for the Fun(d) Galore; especially the Haunted House. It's seriously freaking cool - 5 Lambda went over the top with this one. Omega, Epsilon and their classes were all sealed up with cardboard and newspaper to the point of total Haunted-House-esque-Darkness in there. It'll be even more awesome if there weren't fucking assholes on the helm of the project (who are involved, anyway) like for example the Little Menace a.k.a. Zulhilmi of the Shorty-Pants.

Leave a girl alone when she's saying 'wow' about your little Haunted House pet project, man. Leave it.

And Azraei's going around making high-pitched squealing in the form of a horrified girl that just goes to say how far a boy's willing to go for the sake of scaring people off. High-pitched squealing. He even went on to say 'Oh, if you hear anyone with the same voice as me in there... That's me.'

Congratulations for your fabulous deduction, Captain Obvious.

So join us! The ghosts will be taking shifts anyway. Don't be surprised if you see a long haired girl with hair reaching the floor crawling out of the house with blood-stains all over her shirt, sitting down at some corner drinking Pepsi (these are Eeskrim's words. Thank you, Eeskrim x3). There'll be some good-natured groping going 'round in there too. If you're the type that gets turned on by monsters gripping at you in the dark, err... By all means, go ahead inside.

(Wtf.)

In the news of my drawing for you hawks looking at my drawing progress, I'm training on motion sequences and action poses. It's bound to get me somewhere in my Perspective-Expert-Title hunt. I was spured on by the wonderful, wonderful D: B&C artworks of awesome perspective-ness-ness. Go figure.

I just need to train more on the clothes, though. I mean, post-apocalyptic world, ppl, with punk-rockish mod clothes complete with the shades. Awww man. (For me, anyway. Especially albino men decked out in those. I'd be drinking up the sight.)

Maybe I should stop taking naps for four hours. I just know I won't be sleepin' tonight, ladies and gentlemen.

Signing out.

Labels: blather, fund galore