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Wednesday, March 3, 2004 Tuition at 8 p.m. ARGH. Some idiot stood on my table to switch off the wall fans two days ago, and ripped the plastic covering off it. %$&^(*%$! (FYI, we all have to wrap our tabletops with white paper and plastic sheets. Because Ms. Wong said so.) This just pisses me off, because I had prints of dragons under it, and that meant they stepped all over and defiled the beautiful artwork. Bastards. So now, I'm currently working on transfering a huge marker picture of a drake onto the paper itself. And I'm going to make new prints. HAHA. Maybe I'll work something subtle into it, a nice memento moris. Not that they'll understand, pond-scum pre-evolutions that they are. I think my parents are going to be called in next Friday for the Pupil's Progress Report thing, because I might have failed either English (didn't hand in assignments) or Humanities (...didn't study for tests). Or both. Damn. In other news, I'm writting 'surreal' Sandor/Sansa pr0n. Shhsh. Don't tell. ... she wrote at 05:30 p.m.Sunday, February 22, 2004 Look ma. I wrote poetry. - Vincent romanticises a dead love (and Aileen tries to forget). I remember - Somebody kill me. I haven't even made notes yet. ... she wrote at 09:38 p.m.Sunday, February 22, 2004 I'd like to believe today is a Good Day, because I managed to get 12 hours of sleep last night, and even woke up at a decent hour (0900). Went to meet Rika to return her stuff, and ended up at the library, drawing and giggling. Went with my dad to Sim Lim Square to survery the tablets. The cheapest price for a decent-sized Wacom is 0. There's also the no-brand ones going for (with 1024 pressure sensitivity levels! wtf? Wacom only has 512). The terms are: decent first-term results and only using it on weekends (he doesn't know I've cracked the bios-password. nyahnyah~). I told him straight out I failed Geography and he flipped. Nowadays, it's hard to feel affected by a failing mark, as opposed to, last year or something. Maybe it's because I've been too uptight about school for ages. Fuck it all, the people here are complete idiots and the lessons are bull. When I graduate, I'm never coming back to this lousy place. Truckload of homework to complete, because I don't want to be sent to the detention centre do I? Actually, I wouldn't mind. Derek said it was a perfect place for plotting anarchy, and I agree. But I want to have a squeaky-clean leaving testimonal so I can enroll in a proper JC and never have to mingle with NTSS trash again. That means faithfully attending choir as well. How droll. Going to work on Amon, and then cut out some pretty newspaper articles and write precisely 160 words for my precious english teacher. Kiss kiss. What a pretentious bitch. ... she wrote at 09:49 a.m.Friday, February 20, 2004 Adam - art for Tami. She requested her friend's OC. Working out collab with riyuen. We're doing art for the new chapter of Go Not Gently. Go us. =D Gonna flunk today's Chinese Orals. Muttered and didn't know half the words. ... she wrote at 04:42 p.m.Saturday, February 14, 2004 GRAND OPENING!!11 OMGCLIKHERE !! >>> 3 o'clock teatime My teeth hurt too much for me to think sensibly anymore. ... she wrote at 03:30 p.m.Friday, February 13, 2004 And it is finished. I had a bunch of depressing Valentine's Day sketches ("Learn to tell the difference / between holding a hand and chaining a soul"), but since I already spent half an hour scanning and editing, I think I'll leave off until tomorrow. Lalala, choir sucked, but what is to be expected~? ... she wrote at 04:40 p.m.Tuesday, February 10, 2004 50% complete (close-up):
I hate my webcam. It does weird things to my gradients. How on earth does one scan in an A3 drawing? Do you use some jumbo-sized scanner or what? Maybe everyone has high-res digicams. Unlike me. =P ... she wrote at 05:31 p.m.Sunday, February 8, 2004 In progress:
A3, pencils God, I really need to study for Bio. ... she wrote at 06:20 p.m.Saturday, February 7, 2004 20 minute sketch (click to enlarge):
[Instead of constant spamming DA, I'm considering turning this into a rant/art blog, since that's all I ever do nowadays. =P Seriously.] If she dances fast enough, she won't have to see the light of a thousand mornings die. ... she wrote at 09:29 p.m.Saturday, February 7, 2004 Went for our School Flag Day today. So freaking tired. I have an idea for a Valentine's Day picture that I sketched out - a Victorian girl eating a human heart. I have it all planned out in my head, but I can't get it to translate onto paper. Damn. I wish FFIX was working, then I wouldn't have to sit around and think so much. ... she wrote at 02:50 p.m.Friday, February 6, 2004 Will you walk into my parlour?" said the Spider to the Fly, Been drawing more than studying lately. This is rather cause for concern, considering the 'O' Levels constantly looming over us. Dum DUM DUM~~ Nothing much of interest to blog, only that I've spent one month reviewing my possible career choices and the two names that keep getting thrown at me are NIE and NAFA. ARGH. I had a direction, you know, before they came and walked all over the damn plans, damn reality checks. ... she wrote at 08:27 p.m.Sunday, January 25, 2004 Last night's dinner was indoors (damn) and thank god, most of my uncles and aunties (the normal, well-adjusted ones and are really family) were there. So I camped out in front of the appetizers and leaned back to enjoy a whole night's worth gossip and "storytelling" that got more loud and torrid as the drinks flowed and the hostess (my esteemed "sister") got more and more drunk (here we go again), all while enjoying a free flow of pate and crackers. *grin* I have nothing against rich people, I really don't. I don't usually move around in those elevated circles, so I'm safe from them. I got a peak last night into the "livestyles of the rich and famous", but let me tell you, being wealthy is terribly overrated. I learned that my sweet niece dropped out of secondary two. Which means she's now a whorish, goth-poser, delinquent drop-out. APPLAUSE, people. We all know there her sort ends up. Her brother is a self-styled neurotic who sprayed DISINFECTANT IN MY FACE. I should I have taken the spray bottle and poured it down his throat. Or just attempted mindfuck. "Everything's dirty, so, so dirty." Yes, precious. Just like you. Look at you, look at your filthy face and your filthy hands. They'll never be clean. *watches him claw his eyes out* Fun. Their house is full of artifacts from grave-digs. They admitted it. You can't touch anything without wondering if it's plundered from a tomb or not. Eww. Anyway, Aegis is being so kind as to fix my FFIX problem. Yay Aegis. I hope my father doesn't come back before the download is finished, is all. ... she wrote at 11:45 a.m.Saturday, January 24, 2004 It's raining again, pretty hard this time. It's been at it since last night and only stopped late this morning. Finished 'A Game of Thrones' yesterday. The last chapter makes the book completely worth it, and yeah, I'm just a sucker for dragons. They're sexy. w00t. Bern couldn't go out shopping today, which is fine, because I, er, have dinner appointment with the relatives: my forty-something alcoholic half-sister (don't ask me why, the bloodlines are screwed) and her daughter - my loveable, whorish, goth-poser niece who is two years my junior, and the rest of their family whom I see once a year during the Lunar New Year. I met them two days ago at my grandma's house, and today we're being invited over to some garden party dinner buffet thing at theirs. JOY. I hope the thunderstorm breaks over their manicured lawn just when they finish taking the foil off the catering trays. HA. Liek omg ure suxx0rs. Fucking lamers. Won't let me stay at home and read my Oscar Wilde in peace. Lalala, at least the weather is being nice to me. Maybe I'll go stand on the balcony and catch a cold. Then I won't have to go! Wheeee~ -.- ... she wrote at 02:59 p.m.Thursday, January 22, 2004 Happy Lunar New Year, thing. Because Martin is my new god. And I'm a shameless cross-poster. =D --- [drabble for 'A Song of Ice and Fire'] Perhaps in the day, or early evening, it is different, it is easier to pretend, but by night there is no denying the primal fear that the shadowscapes stir in even the most hardened watchmen. Look down, and see the treetops silvered by snow and moonlight, a pit of spears, full of whisperings and rustlings and not-animal sounds. Too far out and the dizzy-lust claims you - a flight, a plunge, flailing uselessly into the heart of the hungry forest. Look up, and see the stars, with no warmth in their light, and a sky so wide and so unchanging, so still, you know it is waiting, just waiting to fall down and crush you, swallow you up without a sound. Too long, and your mind starts filling with unbidden thoughts - thoughts of time, thoughts of life, thoughts of death and how the years flee you before they have begun. How you want to scream and run, run, run and crash and splinter, while the sky watches, unmoved by this all. All this is enough to drive anyone mad, but Jon Snow does not look up nor down. He has seen what happens to the men who do. Valdin, who rolled on his back and laughed and laughed until his laughter became a shrieking wail, and his arms and legs scrambled and clawed uselessly at empty air. It took three men to drag him back inside. Jareth, who sat on the edge of the Wall and wept. They helped him up and he made to walk away. Then at the last minute, he turned, ran headlong and nearly succeeded in throwing himself down, were it not for someone's presence of mind. Fractured ribs, sprained wrists, and bruises. Jareth never apologized. Neither men ever spoke of their moment of weakness, but Jon knows for a fact, that they were never quite the same after that. There is something brittle and cracked in their eyes. Jon looks away. Here, there is only cold, numbing, biting, killing cold, frostbite to nurse a broken heart. He does not bother to wipe away the frost on his lashes and his lips, he has become so used to them. And he knows there is worse to come. So far from the halls of Winterfell, yet the words have never left him. Over and over, all around, he can hear them traded back and forth, in the quiet watches of the night, where nothing can hide in the open for long. Not only to his heart, not only to the Wall, but perhaps, to all the world, where the days of summer are numbered. He turns to the grey horizon and mouths his own refrain. Winter is coming. ... she wrote at 02:47 p.m.Tuesday, January 20, 2004 Slowly but steadily making my way throught 'A Game of Thrones'. Penumbri swears 'A Clash of Kings' is totally PWWWOOAAAARRRR in comparision, so I'm making it worthwhile and finishing the first book. That and because I see major fanart possiblities for Jon Snow. ^_~ Sketching, skivving, reading under the table. I'm going to divebomb this year. The System hates me. It made me think I was too good for it, then it spun around and kicked me off the parapet when I least expected it. Or something. Blah. I hate my analogies. I wish, I wish, and then again, it's too late to be wishing for anything anymore. Just grit my teeth and smile and ask, "How high, sir?" *snerk* On a totally unrelated side-note, Colour Eno pencils are very fun to draw with. I've made violet my trademark. The good thing about them is that they don't smuge easily (also very hard to erase, but, oh well), and that's a good thing when you're a southpaw and dragging your hands all over the page while you work. ... she wrote at 08:58 p.m.Saturday, January 17, 2004 And here I am, studiously ignoring the growing pile of assignments, contemplating shredding artwork and picking white cement paint off my fingers. I want to watch Chocolat. Vanyel and Tylendel make me twitchy in the worst way. Try reading Magic's Pawn under your table during English and keep a straight face. Also, they are so ficcable and so fanart-able, but they will not turn out the way I want them to. That, and I need to read Promise and Price. Had a horrible arguement with the parental units *snerk* in the morning. Am labelled incorrigable and jinxed. Oh, they'll shove and they'll sneer, but in the end they know I'll still do well. I'm inclined to fail secondary 4, just to see the look on their faces. ... she wrote at 05:51 p.m.Friday, January 16, 2004 My school is not taking part in the Commonwealth Essay Competition. I cannot submit my story. I just hate that bitch Alison Cheong. The first prestigeous competition that comes along and they won't take entries. Fancy that! When they're falling over themselves entering the Singapore Polytechnic Writing Competition. Which, might I add, they misplaced my entry for. *deadpans* Just, argh, fuck it. I'm going to look at pretty dragon art and hit myself for not studying for Chemistry. Mr. Chan is going to be so disappointed with me for not being able to describe how oxides of nitrogen are formed in a car engine argh arghARGHMYLIFEISOVER. ... she wrote at 08:05 p.m.Wednesday, January 14, 2004 School stared. Major stress. Am staying up till eleven every night to rush Bio assignments. In other news, whole, alive and still sane. ... she wrote at 05:46 p.m.Wednesday, December 31, 2003 Edit: Date mix-up. Watched Under the Tuscan Sun alone. Might do it again sometime. Fun to people-watch. Easy to get lost in Orchard Road crowds. ... she wrote at 06:14 p.m.Wednesday, December 31, 2003 Worn out, a little disgusted, a little past caring. Piffle. Had a long talk with Bernadette last night about it. I don't think I want to carry on here. New Year's Resolutions 1. Do not hook up with crackheads, boysluts, jocks, sociopaths, narcissists, misogynist homophobes, or anyone shorter/more foul-mouthed/with an IQ lower than me. 2. In fact, do not form romantic attachments with anyone without banging my head against the wall hard first. And consulting my almanac. 3. Learn to draw perfect circles freehand without turning faces into tumbleweeds. 4. Stop blasting Nine Inch Nails and the White Stripes whenever I am unhappy (to annoy that... person across the road who keeps practising one-handed Grade Retard piano at all hours of the day). 5. Stop cranking up the volume to rival my mother's esoteric sitar playing. 6. Finish FFIX before the 'O' Levels. 7. Learn to speak |33t. >D 8. Be more careful - stop catching and ripping out my last toe nail by accident once it grows back. 9. Induce more people into the Cult of Tea. Yes. Drink tannin. Tis better than vile Espresso. *snerk* Better go get ready to go out. ... she wrote at 10:18 a.m.Tuesday, December 30, 2003 i hurt myself today to see if i still feel i focus on the pain the only thing that's real the needle tears a hole the old familiar sting try to kill it all away but i remember everything what have i become? my sweetest friend everyone i know goes away in the end you could have it all my empire of dirt i will let you down i will make you hurt i wear this crown of shit upon my liar's chair full of broken thoughts i cannot repair beneath the stains of time the feelings disappear you are someone else i am still right here what have i become? my sweetest friend everyone i know goes away in the end and you could have it all my empire of dirt i will let you down i will make you hurt if i could start again a million miles away i would keep myself i would find a way - Nine Inch Nails, Hurt ... she wrote at 01:52 p.m. |
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