morgueville,heartland living.

so my dear class of twoartszeroone, where we the Arrogant Arsed-(pseudo)-Anglophiles call abode, won the prestigious outstanding cg award for term three. how we win it, i will never know. but now we call artszerothree the has-been. but like them when they won it, we are honoured that the college recognised our efforts to be best class. and we will be revealing the award-winning banner from the hands of that damn kockchweekweh (oh please don't sue me. i wasn't refering to anyone.).


so the damn kockchweekweh chased me out of school today because i was in the most inappropriate attire. despite my pleas that i love my uniform too much to risk getting acrylic and pastel stains on it. and there are no aprons in the studio that cover me from head to toe. and that i need to be in an artistically inclined attire for creative juices to flow. well, its kockchweekweh the madameunorthodoxical. who is the high and mighty, perhaps felt that it was beneath her to listen to me talk. interupted me through out. ooh, apparently there is transparency huhh. thankfully chris is a neighbour of the college and a school pants always come in handy. and my art seems more important than that kockchweekweh.


that bitch.


oh no. in this age where every teacher has learnt the habit of blog-surfing, this entry may be a blaspheme itself.
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