Fashion Flunk

I had my art class yesterday. The usual pencil sketch occupied two hours of my time.

I finally finished the portrait that had been sitting in my sketchbook for over two weeks.

I've heard that the dude, a.k.a., my Mom's boyfriend, Steven, is coming to visit us. Between 20th and 27th March. AND, between 1st and 8th of April. My Mom've mentioned that we'll be going to Cameron Highlands, which is a pretty cold place (as most of my friends've said) because it's quite high up on the hills/mountains. Me, My Mom, him and my Grandma are going.

"Grandma? Oh-no. She might catch a cold." My Mom said. So, we switched modes from workaholics to shopaholics. My Mom wanted to buy a thick sweater for Grandma. Which, as a result, she got a white, fluffy, 149 bucks arcylic sweater.

Haha. I was way too sleepy, you can see the expression on my face.

I had my eye on one cardigan. Which was really cute. Costed 29 bucks. And the fabric was awesomely smooth and warm. My Mom disagreed because I already had a "one". The "one" is a friggen' hoodie. Not a sweater . Eh. I had a whole 20 days to hunt for sweaters, so, I let this one go.

At last! It was time to feast. We went to the ever so fatty fast food restaurant, KFC. My Mom chattered away about how many days and nights we'll stay there, if we had to bring those waterproof-casings for our cameras and phones if it rained heavily, et cetera, et cetera. (They were too busy talking, they didn't eat.) Everything was laid out on the table while I was chompping away on my chicken burger. Around the corner, the icon of the supermall, the Egyptian Lion (which was actually a dude in a lion suit), was walking around with two chicks carrying baskets full of sample cookies. It was way too good to resist taking a picture.

Too far. Needed to wait. (Say hi, Grandma!)

Ah, the every so charming Egyptian Lion (with a Chinese cap) posing for the camera. He even patted my Grandma on the back, saying "Have a nice day."

After the usual grocery shopping, we had the max of four bags on each hand. Everyone was carrying bags. I was the pack muel this time. I had my backpack. I could've died right on the spot if I didn't finish my chicken burger. (Thank you, Mom. For forcing me to eat it.) Taxi home.

My Mom was still in her slimming diet. So, she had boiled eggs and Korean drama for her nightly-spoiling routine. While she was doing that, I was working on yet another, Alan Rickman sketch.

I was thinking of a name, "Out of the Shadows" for this piece. My Mom kept saying that he's bald. Well, he's not. If anyone agrees with my Mom, here comes a brick for your face!

Well, I've to finish my project that my Eng. Lit. class gave me. I have two months to finish it. (But I'm too busy blogging and goofing off, ahahaha.)

Peace out!

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