Tuesday, April 08, 2003 [feeling] [[ sianified ]] heaven by your side;
[listening] [[ right here waiting for you - richard marx ]]
[thinking] [[ i will go do my homework later ]]
[wishing] [[ all teachers to go and die ]]
but anyhow, i still lurve my hair now. so long. though not as long as cheryl's. did i mention this anywhere. oh ack. and it's like 4 palms long! okay i know i'm mad but i measure my hair like this way. i will clutch my hair and one palm, two three and four! which is really long. considering i have no patience to grow my hair till that long. and it used to be some pathetic one palm long. and i was like thinking. erm. not bad lar. quite long. =\ haha. but i feel lyk chopping it off. like really snap it off till it's like how long it used to be. just underneath my ears. and 20 centimetres will be gone.
oh and i just measured myself. i think i should be 164.5 cm tall. =)) -jumps around retardedly- okay. jac. you're not very far away from your aim. just 5 more cm. 5 bloody more! *wheee.. i think it's like really cool if i really get to be like 1.7 m tall. then i would be de same height as danen! haha. and a tad shorter than bernie! but it's not 'cause of them that i wanna grow tall. i wanna be that tall in the first place. like 1.7 is really really a nice height for us. and like my mummy's already 1.66 m tall. so it should be possible that i'm taller than her? and i'm just asking to be like 4 cm taller. i'm really praying hard to be that tall. =\ hope my wish comes troo.. so cool. i suddenly remember what angeline said to me before. ohmygosh. jac! you're like near the height of/the same height as meixian but you don't look like you're that tall! is that a compliment? =\ okay. so now what. i don't look like my height?! ...
woke up today at 3 PM and my brother pestered me to send an email to his form teacher. and he was standing beside me. then he exclaimed to my mum. "mummy! ohmygosh. this woman's like mad. type so fast like machine gun and she doesn't even need to look at the keyboard! she just stares at the screen! and she's typing in english! not what i want! i want them in singlish.." like okay. so? =\ and he's mad. type singlish to his form teacher. i bet mrs pey will faint if i send some singlish stuff to her.
then went to read the sharedblogs. blorgy is like dying and no one's like really posting anything now. but shades0fpink is fulla stuffs and too active. okay. it's like bitching's going on. that's why lar huh. -wink- and i realised i never ever hated a person that much except these two persons. iris leong and glen liau. one's like the farking lian with that freaking short cullottes whom always getting those nice guys so-called according to parsleyong. not that i wanna to know those guys or whatsoever, i'm just thinking how come she knows them when she's not that worthy of nice guys. especially she's like buayee and keeps on flirting and stealing guys' contacts. -ponders- but i think that's also why she gets to know they guys 'cause of flirting yea? and that glenliau who scolded me fuck three times. i always will remember that. that freaking small-eyed bastard. i will revenge someday. gosh.
heard on the news that this helen mok died. so wasted. and like. she died of sars. so 8 died 'cause of it. ain't that a tad too freaky. oh and she's the mother of this karen mok. the ultimate spreader of sars. but she's quite pitiful. both her parents died of sars. and she's the cause of their death. won't she be so devastated if she gets to know about this..? and this 27-year-old doctor. he died before that helen mok. he was recovering but he didn't want to bother the nurse to get him to the toilet i think. then he fell accidentally and concussion? or something that sort. and he died. so poor thing. he's got like really bright future man.
i'm gonna do my homework now. haha but wait. before that. saw cheryl's all-around lame impossible-to-achieve list in her blog. damn cool. think i'll do it when i'm free like yea. cheryl, you won't mind i hope, right? =)) okay. and i don't know what's the teachers problem now i've got like 1.5 cm thick of worksheets to do. and i actually guessed the thickness correctly! so zai. hahah. but geography's like madness and like i'm really sucking at it. so i'm just gonna wait for newby to screw me really. the rest ain't that bad. okay. art's giving the same damn problem with my 2 overdue artpieces.
oh. i think i might quit art elective. i don't care if i've got the talent or anything. the thing is i don't. no matter what people say. okay maybe a little. i'm not too sure. but i guess everyone has their own artistic talent, just that whether it's well-liked by others or not. if you get what i mean that is. i think everyone has got their own style. so that means everyone's artistic in their own way. like i think bryna's got the style. geri's got the patience. chenyu's got the passion. serene's got the speed. okay and i'm like lacking everything.
but on the other hand, i don't wish to disappoint miss tong and mrs neo either. though i think i have this really bad attitude towards art seriously. that time i was like really anyhow-ingly doing my artpieces and i needed mrs neo to sit there and draw with me. this morphing of giraffe to grasshopper. and on some other days i would be like this mad woman singing there doing. but usually i would be like so quiet sitting there like a retard 'cause. i hate art. maybe what chenyu said is really true. art elective class is really stressful because you know the students there are like really pro in art. and that all of us are really perfectionist. no matter what. and like i really like bryna's style. and she's got like *whao everything. so i'm really amazed by her. then i was telling chenyu i'm feeling really bad about art and i think my artpieces suck. and she went like "what?! are you kidding?! jac's art sucks?! you're mad! you're like so damn good! and you look at me!"
i'm like. sigh. if you get what i mean. i could just cry damn loads over a tee shirt design. what else i couldn't. and i cried when i was doing my drug-free advertisement last year. and it's like i'm really crying damn hard. like my vision was so blurry i had to give up. i doubt anyone will know my phobia of art. like maybe i'm just too perfectionist when it comes to art. the slightest shading could make me cry a whole load of time. i think it's really mad. but like from k1 till now? almost 10 years of art. i'm sick of it. really tired. especially during primary school. the teachers just kept on pestering you to do art and design this and that. i'm not so talented afterall. i mean. i've got my own style. i'm not punk. i'm not whatever junk. like hadley's theme this year. i've got absolutely no idea how to do so. and to think about hadley next year. i'm really having headache. i'm just gonna run away from it. it's pass 2.30 AM again. how am i gonna do my homework..? darn. laters.
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