Friday, June 09, 2006
OH MY GOD.
*sadistic maniac psycho gone wrong laughter*
as if my week wasn't bad enough?
I'm here sucking in truck-loads of fumes of cigarette n' paint.
My room is stacked full with books so i'm sleeping slanted.
I just quit archery due to time commitment.
I'm having a stomache.
I have a mountain of homework that doesn't seem to diminish to matter how hard i close my eyes.
and guess what i just found out?
My Hollliiiidddaaayyyyyy!!! (must imagine this girl in a horror movie getting dragged into the darkness by some creepy octopus monster screaming this in a throaty n shrill voice)
*more psycho laughter*
listen to this.
In First year, practically all the poly students throughout singapore have about 18weeks of holiday.
All TP students (except for design sch) have 18weeks of holiday.
Soo....... how many weeks of holiday does the design sch students have?
*more psycho laughter*
wait for this...
8 weeks.
8 weeks in one year.
even JC has more hols.
And that 8 weeks include 4 weeks of block with no modules... which some of my friends doesn't have due to some weird arrangement in block teaching.
so they pratically have 4 weeks of holiday.
what can i say?
55.555556% of holiday short-charged.
and think the feng sui at my house is messed up. that's why i'm having pitfalls after pitfalls.
must counter attack!
someone give me advice!
my living room wall is now lime white (yellowish) and sunset gold.
my dinning room also the same.
my kitchen is lime white.
my room hasn't changed... still purple... but i'm now sleeping infront of a full length mirror. slanted to one side because of all the books around me.
the ceiling is white....
I had this mini sugar cane plant on my table but i put it near the window for sunlight and it committed sucide by jumping off my table. (gosh... is that a bad omen? like a sign of how bad the feng sui around that spot is)
is there any problem?
ohh... while we're at it... i read in 8 days all the signs that the end of the world is coming. lol.
how nice. i'm gonna have bad days till the end of the world!
and no holidays before the end of the world? .. . .evvvvvviil.
I straightened my hair!
and cut it of course.
It's smthing called natural reborn or smthing... so it looks like you have straight hair naturally. but then *shrugs* if you saw me before of course you can tell it's not natural.
eh.. but i think it kinda works. cos' in sch i tie ponytail. Now too short to tie and some of them just ask "Oh, u cut ur hair ar?"
of course those closer to me can tell at once lah.
siiiggh... 8 x 3 = 24.
i only have 24 weeks of holiday in my 3 years....
last time i have abt 14 weeks? 14+weeks? around there...
now i think that 8 is the mark of the beast.
why?
8 - 2 = ?
6.
i have 3 years.
that makes it
666
devil's postal code.
toffee beans stick to teeth[7:59 PM]
Clara
21 Sep' 89
Cedar Girls' Sec
Cedar Guides
Temasek Design School
Hmm...
colours and non colours
Food! Pizza!
Milo addict!
Gaara
Music~world
drawing
slacking!
Eww...
chinese mushroom
prawns (unless they're cheese baked or cold prawn salad)
chrysanthamn tea
when the wind doesn't blow
hot dusty orange sunday afternoons with nothing to do
stuck in this world forever
wishin'
More sleep time!!!
holiday
a astronomical pocket watch
learn piano and guitar
draw like Wakaba, colour like Amano and handle photoshop like kagaya
sketch book
Apple Powerbook G4
Before i die...
see snow
see a sky choking with stars
have someone beside me who can tell me every single story behind the stars
lie on a grass slope and gaze at the cloudy sky
see shooting stars
see a wild meadow
see autumn
see a moon so huge it takes up the whole sky
see the northern lights
go Venice for Madi Gras Carnival
and finally... see the earth. from outer space.
DREAMER
by Michelle Keesling
I will not descend downward
Until after I have conquered that fear
Clasping stars within my hands
They shall not stray from my touch
I am a dreamer
My wings lie in my mind
Where they allow me to divide the clouds
As I ascend through their cotton-like tufts
One cannot pierce my heart with any arrow
It is filled with pure bliss and compassion
No one will ever be able to seize that from me
Although at times my eyes may look wounded
My strength has never fled
beanskin
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*March 2009
Starbeans drinks milo with ice.
The butterflies in the birdcage will direct you to some banana pancakes.
Playing: Dreamsome - Shelby Lynnes - Bridget Jones' Diary II
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