Not all Paints and Palletes!
In between classes, cutting classes and after classes you'll see most of us here. Where you ask, it was called Bilog; a hub situated inside the University of the East campus that architecturally resembled a cock-derby arena, just outside the Fine Arts building. Many rushed projects were painstakingly finished here.We were so-called Deadline Artists; 'cause we would submit plates and projects just in the nick of time, well most of us, basically. In a typical day you'll see us hanging about in our little tavern, lighting a smoke, swapping nonsense, hiding from our professors, playing a hand or two of cards, staring at girls who passby the hallway and holla "Hotshit" at 'em, ...stretching after hours length of painting nude models, at occassions grab a gin and tonic and have a buzz, and tryin to avoid gettin picked up by guards (Damn, sikyu's!).
And that was just for starters, the fun really starts after school hours and then the shindigs on, It's the after party as I like to call it. Then come the next morning you arrive at school with a nasty case of hangover, ask your friends 'Bros', what happened last night?' and find out from them you were swapping spit and some fluids with a gal you somehow forgotten, tough right! What was most fun was when everytime we would offer to do henna tatoos, bussles of hot mommas would line up pick a design and have it tattoed on places horny guys like us would appreciate, suprisingly most of them were very unhibiting, they never cared if a g-string, a strap or lace would show....or God forbid you cup a feel, Oooops! sorry!Again!And again!
Damn! that's why I love beein an artist.