AND THIS " GARDEN" IS TOO SMALL TO PLANT ANY TREE. There. My point is proven.

Drawn with pen, year 2008.

For all of my good buddies and random people, this is an example of what I have been doing to improve my art. It's not very clear ( I'm a cam-noob) , but you should get the overall picture. xD

Due to said noobness, I couldn't get the whole picture without the wolf seeming slanted ( I drew it on 2 pages) . Oh yeah, if you see anyone using this pic, flame them for me. :3 Then tell me after.

Property rights, etc,etc,etc. :3

And, just for randomness, my bed. Recognize the doggy anyone? Since they apparently do not seel blosters here.... that or I haven't found a shop that does so yet.

Ok, that's too many photos for now.

Bah. All of sudden, my exams are OVER and summer starts, so basically i'm on holiday until Sept. Of course, exams are really short, so that's good.

Finally getting out of my uncle's house.... living with them was a pain as they had so many undesirable habits , of which some border on unsanitary. Aunt drinks coffee in the toliet. O.o If your jaws are dropping, I don't blame you.

I still feel like my parents could've done a better job for the moving. Eg, MAKING THE BLOODY PLACE LIVABLE BEFORE SENDING US THERE. This means making sure some furniture, beds, CONNECTIONS and kitchen wise partly settled. When we did move in, the beds were arriving that day itself, and the service was horrendous. Some bangla came to move in the beds, but they only sent one measly person ( that being the bangla ). Not trying to be racist, but 80%-90% of the bad service and experiences I have so far involves people who orginated from there. == SO I CAN'T HELP ASSOCIATING THEM WITH DISASTERS.

Moving on, my mom had to help that guy move the pieces up the stairs, and the company hadn't even sent all of the things they ordered, and PLANNED TO DELAY IT. It did come though, and we had to assemble the stuff before sleep time.

This was the appetizer, the main course had yet to arrive. Regarding the oh-so-fucking-fabulous service of ROGERS, I have nothing to say but this: if they are the epitome of service, WWIII should be starting somewhere about... now.

They're a type of communications company and basically responsible for phone, internet, cable tv. Once again, a lone guy came to set the stuff up, but he didn't finish as there was a problem. Ok. Tried calling the company and ended up being held and transferred the whole bloody day before getting told that someone would come in tmrw to fix it.

Tuesday. Nobody came, called again, only to find out that we had to book an appointment in order for them to come down and fix it on FRIDAY. Damn you bunch of underevolved neophytes.

So now there's only cable and the phone working, the modems/routers seem to be pretty crappy as well. == Here I am borrowing bandwidth from a free source, which seems to be unavailable to my laptop at the most randomest times.

That's basically it for the house. And my uncle is shifting some of his stuff to store it here, in the garage , like some kind of Home Dept, only we're not selling anything.
This goes to my aunt, who had the perfect logic of buying furniture before the house.

Even though today's Canada Day, it's kinda redundant for me. National days seem to be the same everywhere, fireworks is always included, though for 2-4 hours is not what I had in mind. Of course, when you're volunteering and doing directions for parking with delusional idiots who think that having 3 kids is considered a disability( so as to have good lots), Canada Day seems pretty bleak. Free shirts are always a plus, now that I can't wear those clothes that definitely do not qualify for outside wear at home anymore, since they're all back in Sg.

Speaking of which, Char is able to go back where I can't . WAHH!!! Probably next year though...where you guys will be having "A" levels and thus not so much going out opportunites. Bleh.

Okay guys, don't get too stressed, brain gets cracked. Though some of you certainly seem to enjoy it. *hint**hint*


random stuff: Laura knew what she was talking about. Tokio Hotel is HOT. Or more like half of them.... xDD

Bah. What's upwith blogspot putting every single thing in CHINESE whenever I try to log in?
Does it know I'm Chinese? Either way, that's another pain on my list. ==

Last episode of Ugly Betty was on Thur, I think. But nooo, somebody had to watch Monk/ 5th grader. ( Note, to disrupt your imagination, Monk is not a spiritual show )


Movies to watch when I have time
- Ironman
- Batman
- Narnia? ( heard it was good )
- Kung Fu Panda

Too much deadlines on every single subject, most of which are extremely useless. What's the point of doing homework if the teacher doesn't even check them? Dumb assignments in which the teacher refuses to help you on. Art, unfortunately, has been one hell of a mess, with 3 major items going on... video project, final piece and an upcoming test.

The video's the worst, with only a week to shoot , while the final piece is a MASSIVE painting, roughly 80 by 60 cm, or 1.5 drawing blocks.

Thing is, there's also a grafitti workshop of sorts on Thurs, I have to skip 1/2 of school for that. Of course, I'm HAPPY, but might be missing material which will be a pain to catch up on.

They should really change the school system. 1 hr and 15 mins of class, only 30 mins are even useful. In the case of physics, he manages to lose the entire class in translation within 10 mins.

Too much things, too little time. No wonder coffee is beginning to be my best friend. Then again, I think it always was.

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. It's been a pretty long time... I had so many things to do, I just kind of -accidentally-purposely-felt like ignoring this mini self diary.

Having to stress yourself out is NOT a good idea. Having 1249127694619 things like take photography courses, entering 2 contests of which I've given up in one due to lack of time, technical support and skills, polishing drawing skills, maintaining good grades, to do at the same time is not so good either. I've been acting cracked for the past few days... people were kind enough to point that out.

Having said, there are soccer tryouts which I do want to attend, if not for the fact that they clash with the lessons and my physical state has dropped to like a 500 kg mass of human. For the tryouts, we had to run 4 laps ( roughly 400 m each, or so I'm told), in 8 minutes, sprint and do other running activities besides the actual game tryout. After 2 days of such * cough*abuse*cough*, my legs now feel like I'm an octogenarian, A.K.A , old hag with reumatism. REAlly wondering if I should go on for the other tryouts.... Other considerations include severe lack of skill. HELLO, I WANT ROCK CLIMBING/KAYAKING!!!!!!!

Another more pressing matter is the alarming drop of my grades. Though I'm sure 3% overall drop in avg doesn't worry you guys too much ( no thanks to that physics test, which made me drop from 96% to 88% >=[ ), the aim of getting 90% avg seems so elusive. Math isn't exactly going peachy either, due to the eternal evil influence of FUNCTIONS. That ******* subject. In this situation, the Singapore kiasuness inadvertantly comes out. Of course, the possible medal/certificate that comes with min 90% avg doesn't go with it, don't you think? =D

Soccer is likely to interfere with all of this..... but I'm wondering if I should still go for it...... It's likely though, that my choice will stray to the books. Blame Singapore's ingrained obsessiveness with academcis. =(

Recent event: Pearson idol. Honsetly, being a judge is hard. I support Simon , because he clearly doesn't care much about public opinion. Some, no, MOST of the contestants waver between average and and not so average. If I were the judge, I would tell them that the only job their likely to get in singing is at the deaf insitution. People, if you can't reach high notes, don't. Others will sue you for ear surgery costs.
Upon reflecting, it simply cemented my beliefs of audience rigged talent shows.

Thank God (literally), beacuse living in a Christain dominated country ( or so i think), leads to me having almost all Christain related holidays!!!! =DDD Which in turn led to having Fri and Mon off this weekend. HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I had to attend my aunt godson's b-day yesterday, or if you prefer, my aunt's close friend's son's b-day yesterday, which only served to cement my current thoughts on children. The son, Jonathan, aged 5, is as well behaved as a bull with a pin in it's butt, which is NOT at all. The little mongrel whines and bawls when he doesn't get his way, especially in the arena of competition known as games.
When his mom cracked open the pinata, he bawled his eyes out and complained that he wasn't the one to break it. He, sorry, IT, likes jumping around like a donkey on crack. It disgusts me to see other people tumbling and scrambling to fufil that brat's complaints. I think I have never saw a more loathing sight in my life. I have other things to say about this more humanised version of Gollum, but have decided that it was not worth the effort writing about such an organism.

Speaking of which, it reminds me of the pinata the kids were smacking about yesterday. After seeing them play, I realized that I have NO CHILDHOOD. Kudos to those who already guessed it. I never done that type of things when I was young, so I wholly blame my parents for leaving me this way. Anyway, if I had to play with such a mutt like that, I just might puke.

Today, Sunday. I attempted to run around the carpark to try and regain my stamina. Then I started getting this cold, numb feeling in my chest and throat area, like something being pressed onto it. Figures it's the cold air that made me felt like I was having cardiac arrest. == Guess I have to wait until summer before I try again.

Stop it. Stop treating me like a 5 year old. Stop surpressing me. Stop haranguing me.

You call this 'getting out of hand'? You call this ' growing wild'? You haven't seen anything yet. This is resonable, yet you act as if I was commiting a fucking crime. Is it wrong to go out with new people? Is it wrong to try and improve my social life?

Everytime you blame me and make me feel I am inadequate, I tolerate it. Dig my nails into my flesh. It leaves scars, but I don't care. It's a form of tolerance.

You call this ' going out of control'? I'll take what you say. I'll store it, as I already have. It's not good for me, I know. But who cares? One day, it'll blow up in your damned face, covering you with lava and hate.

What's up with doctors??? I went for a med check up on Sunday and had to take a blood test, height and weight( no, i'm NOT TELLING~~~~ =P) among other things. For the blood test, the attendant did a pretty shoddy job. After she pricked my arm, the incision still left a nasty blotch on the inside of my arm. That's besides drawing 4 vials of blood from me. I don't dig the experience, since she was drawing blood as if I was a cow or something. What's even worse is that she tried to draw Teri's blood, but didn't notice that she was palid. As in, skin= lip colour pale. She tried for about 2 times ( meaning 2 pokes on her arm) before my dad notified the doctor and he stopped her. Quite a good thing, if not I'm certain she would have fainted.

Haha, the youngest one was all bravado when it came to her jab, then she went to cry into my dad's embrace. So much for the 6 year old's omninescence. =X

My mom weent for an ECG, the electrical device that measures your heart rate..... she says it doesn't hurt, but I don't believe her. I'm not looking forward to one anytime of my life. I mean, being shocked has to hurt on some level, being mentally, physically or maybe even spiritually.....
Ok, when she took it, I was remembering Homer Simpson's own self shocking experience.



I went to attend some digital studio thing at Toronto reference library. It's in Yonge, which is downtown... so had to catch a bus and the sub. Not bad, since the instructor was pretty quirky( he hates floppies and the fact that his Mac had recently died) and fun, but learned things pretty slowly.


Someone please save me. Sister no 3 and 4 have gone on an Avril Lavigne/ Simple Plan spree. I knew putting the songs on my laptop 342628746 years ago was a bad idea. A very bad idea. SAVE MMIIEEEE~~~~~