we have bold italics:

maureen and i play heart games:
[musik: U2 - Sometimes You Can't Make It On our Own]



i am finally no longer barricaded by limitations for the coursework. It all came in the blessing of the word illustration, of which gives me plenty of room to work with. unusual perspectives? i'll knock their socks off, alright. give me provocative, in-your-face.

anyhow, i feel bummed. i'm gonna do that chinese tys now, and if i don't feel screwed up, i'll attempt loci and construction, with a rough idea of what a plane is. surely that can't be so impossible?

tomorrow's gonna be a long day, but at least it's long because it's a-r-t.
i wanna watch the friggin borat dvd, but unfortunately, i can't do that until my parents leave me alone for a solid few hours. oh the horror.

you're telling me and anyone you're hard enough
you don't have to put up a fight,
you don't have to always be right
let me take some of the punches, for you tonight.

tell me U2 is one of the greatest bands in the world (because they are, so eat my shorts). if any locally-grown band could produce such music, singapore could very well shoot onto the global music market. unfortunately, we don't have such a privilege. anyhow, before i go on and on about things that are not going to help with my academics, i must depart, for the chinese books are calling my name.