as told by her.♥

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♥ brenda

Hello, my name is Brenda by birth. I really like dressin up. I love books and photography. I hate lizards, insects, things that slime or crawl.Neither do i like gore or violent films.

AM WATCHING MY LIFE FROM FIFTY FEET.

And nope, im not delusional.
~~not yet~~

screams

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

LESSON LEARNT: be really careful about materials.

(be it paper, cardboard, acrylic or foam.-wait even, sandpaper)

while waiting for the white glue to dry so that i can continue to assemble my model,i decide to pen down my very eventful day.

first, i wen to school at 7 odd, because i thought class was at 8 am.

on the way to school, i texted Ziyan , saying that i would be late. it was then that i realised that class doesnt start till 10am

i went on to Macdonalds to have breakfast-alone.

Headed down to school to cut my acrylic curves,they were due-ed end of the day, so i had to do it anyhow.

great, it was my FIRST time in the workshop at the back of the studio.

(yes, i know, im in that course for almost 2 years, and yup, no mistake, first.)

and i have got like totally not idea what to do with the piece of plastic on my hand.

so i did what i thought was the wisest thing to do, call.

i picked up my phone called.

SOS

not much of a use,

i still couldn't quite figure out what to do with the plastic,after sometime on the phone.

i asked the ONLY guy in the workshop,

"eh, excuse me, do you have any idea what do i cut my plastic with?"

he gave me the , are you a fucktard stare.

he pointed out the machine and went back to his work.

when i got over to the machine, i realised i have ZERO idea what to do with it.

i could not even find the on/off button

i switched it on, and it didn't move, at all.

skip all that, it took a whole hour to cut out the curves, under the supervision of the fruit juice uncle .

and i went on to class.

it was then that i realised that i've got several cuts on my fingers.

it was prickly kinda pain when i went to wash my hands.

:(

shall update more soon,

❤

(i think the white glue finally dried, so im going to do my work.)

**

ivan says: hard work always pays off, i worked hard enough.

the question is , did it pay off?

Labels: school

She's that girl

The name 'Brenda' stands for 'sword', which I perceive as being linked to violence. But no, I don't see myself as a violent person. The most I do is curse and swear like a sailor, and perhaps punch a few pillows and kick a few walls. But I'd never lay a finger on people(or so i claim).

And also. according to bestf, i'll combust without guys.

To top that up, you will have not problem trying to spot me along the streets.With my not-exactly-very-toned-down hair, and my shorts,yes, Singapore's way to hot to be in jeans.

Personality wise, I'm close to being crazy. I drive people nuts when the inner bitch release.So in short,you can either say that I brighten up your life, or that I drive you up the wall. It can only be one way or the other. No in-betweens.

Basically, I have a problem with authority.I never liked being told what to do and when told not to do something, all the more i'd do it-just to annoy the person (like,duh.)

Yours truly,do not believe in rules-strapped life, strongly thinks that life should be lived the way you want to and no compromises made.Of course minus the reality chunk.Partying is like a hobbie to me, just like how stamp collecting is to other, but partying is much more fun! Not only does it allows me to meet interesting personas of all kind and yes, grooving to the music is a great workout- keeps me very much in shape.My girls are the bestest people to club with,ever

In case you failed to figure, my girls are one of the greatest thing that happened to me in life.Friends are a whole big deal in my life, plays a huge part in major break-ups and events.By and by, i love them to bits and they know it.

I have the tendancy to forget what i want to say mid-sentence,so just let me finish.I'm not as dramatic as so ~~many~~ friends claimed.I hate crossing the roads, proudly proclaimed my love for whipcreme,icecreams and cakes. I can be completely bought over by sweet treats, Starbucks and surprises.Small details matters alot to me, a little gesture, a smile, and kids warms my heart.I love that warm fuzzy feeling i get when watch kids play. I'm not exactly the most random person you will find around and am totally,erm, not a bimbo.

Meanwhile, please make do with the photos untill i get better ones.