Designer: Yours Truely
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Hello readers, your stuck at casultyofsocieties@bs owned by the very typical PRODUCT DESIGN(-.-) wannabe girl.
Call me red hair or pam or monkey or whatever blah blah blah.
seriously im going thru a 'FML' stage now , but dramas owaes pwn em all :D
Lastly im a sucker for red stuff
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a green tea frappe a day keeps a designer inspired everyday.


this, is damn fucking hell true.
damn fucking hell i promise . becos it was created by ur mother aka me.

woke up early in the morning to go for some APEL course.
its basically just chee koon trying to slack off the whole program, blah blah blah
and he keeps emphasising that hes hungry and he wants to finish the tutorial
fast and furious so that everyone is happy and can go have our lunch
at the canteen that was not even opened-.-

tutorial was basically just chitchatting with the pple around me and then walking around
the school looking for nachos but ended up with a cup of hot yummy milo.
and then apel ended.

headed with half of PID mates to tmall for lunch.
we totally effed pasta mania upside down hahaha,
cos they arranged a outside table for us and everyone was complaining
.in the end we just 321 everyone zao :D
IMBA SHIT.HAHA

den a quarter of PID went to ate at some cafe and another went to kopitiam.
anyway at first i suspected that cafe was a HEI DIAN.
becos there was no customer and the waiter was like 'pss i give u free soup, free bread'
-.-
in the end it was not bad, worth a second time . ok well, maybe not really.


anyway i couldn't do any hw at home so i went to thomson plaza's starbucks to chill
and i brought Naomi along.
fyi, i named my vaio NAOMI.
so i forgot my wireless sg pw and then i cant pirate other pple's connection, in the end
me and naomi just fucked up and waste our time away at the table .
at least i still can sip on a cup of green tea frappe while naomi just watch me and waste
her battery life away.

halfway thru, in order not to disappoint naomi, i started sketching !
oh,my,god, i sketched 2 piece of MASTERPIECE.
im so proud of myself , so i went home happily with N and threw a fcking tantrum at home
for god knows what reason.

anyway on the bus i dunno why everyone stinks like socks.
i was feeling nauseous alr cos i was reading some coursework on the bus
and this banglah man had to raise his armpit against me and BAM.
i almost wanted to puke, i seriously felt the DAMN URGE.

and the this girl sitting beside me stinks too.
shes damn cheena, i wonder if thats the reason she stinks.
anyway the whole bus trip was a torture, it was like hitler thrown me inside a gas chamber,
except this time its a smelly bombom chamber.

i just want to emphasise how starbucks always keep me inspired,
somehow after my trip to sb, i felt more motivated to do my sketches and my abstract.
maybe i shld just hang out at sb everyday , since the raffles one is brewing at 24 hours.
i shld totally be the dai yan ren of sb green tea frappe,
advertising the drink like this to the public.