School Sucks: Part 1

Pardon for the lack of updates, I was barely catching any breath from all the piling schools works and overwhelming of emotions.

As I'm entering the final phase of my Year 1 education in NAFA, I concluded quite a few stuff:

1. Don't bother to look good, because you're going to end up looking shag as hell from those assignments.
2. But please still bother to dress presentably, by that, I do not mean Banana button down.
3. Guys don't matter anymore, heck, they don't even bother me a bit.
4. "Famous" people could be your classmate too, by famous I mean Social Media Influencer. That's when you realised we are all just human.
5. Bitches are everywhere.
6. Pretending to be interested in the module is a chore.
7. Bootlicking lecturers is a chore.
8. Waking up early is a chore.
9. I wish I'm dead.

As you could see, I'm not leading a very pleasant life in NAFA. People who think that Art students lead an easy life should probably try to be in our shoes by forcing themselves to draw at least 10 pieces every single fucking day, or drag your ass all around Singapore just for that one or two perfect shots, or cracking your brain just to find that tinny bits of inspiration which will eventually get rejected by lecturers. You may think that we Art students are leading a very cool, very edgy life, trust me, it takes skills and lecturer's notes to put together an all-black outfit for your funeral.

Behind our red/plum lip/ridiculously coloured hair lies a crazy idea that no one have the balls to do.

LOL, it probably doesn't make sense up there but do Art makes sense?

Do people who dipped their whole body in honey makes sense to you? (clickable link)

No, so you don't have to know what I was trying to type up there, just know that Art students aren't having an easy life too.

What's worse than having this AWESOMESAUSE idea in your head but when you do it out in real life, it's zero percent near to what you had in your brain. Let me tell you, that moment is the moment where I wish I could pull my tongue and cut it off and slowly bleed to death, or have people to shoot arrows front, back, left, right, diagonally top and bottom left, diagonally top and bottom right into my head. Letting yourself down could be the BIGGEST disappoint you could ever have, besides letting your parents down.

Emotionally wise, I'll save that for next post. Right now, I feel like a zombie who has not slept for centuries.