Just when I thought I could have a well deserved 3 week break. More projects were thrown at us, this being the final major project for this academic year. Now I know why Elaine said that we had to prepare at least $500 for our project; there's at least 3 models to complete.

1st, a mood box. And the client is the designer or artist we researched on, mine is Michelangelo, who mati like half a millennium ago. So how the hell am I supposed to create a mood box to suit his needs?

2nd, a mock up model of a shophouse to suit the artist's preference and needs. My shophouse has got 3 damn stories. I really dont know how long I am going to take to build this model. And we are to put in some specific furniture and sculptures inside. All for the damn artist.

3rd, a detail of a wall, like how the wall is constructed, what materials are used. Using real materials, make a damn scaled detail of the wall.

And by next year we'll have to construct the real thing I guess. Shit.

So today Hobo told me he felt like he had been hit by a train when he realized how much work we had to do. Actually its kinda true. Really have that kind of feeling, getting hit by a truck or something.

But I actually feel different. There's this part time fat ass tutor in my class who does NOTHING, sits around and sprawls her fats all around. And that really pisses me off, cuz part of the school fees I'm paying is actually going into her salary. And what the hell. She comes to class. Sits down, uses the computer and doesnt do anything constructive. What a waste of space and air and what a freakin eye candy killer! Aww shit my eyes hurt after looking at that fatbag. 

Same goes for the farking manager who used to work at my place. 

So how do I feel after knowing how much work I have? Its like that fatbag, running at terminal velocity towards me, and colliding belly 1st right into me. 

Thats Force=Mass X Acceleration.

M= ~100kg?

A= 100m/s (she's running like a mad bitch whose ass is on fire)

F=10000N

   =1000kg

   =1 Ton.

Its like a tank, ramming into you.

And that fat bitch, you mind your own business, I stay this way, you kao pei with my works, I make sure I use a straw and make you suck your own fats out. Right out from your ass, down your throat.