Distress

i am gonna be forced to stay in that creepy a room in 3 days time. 

please, mom. i beg you. i'd rather be one of those hobos sleeping on the park bench outside aotea centre, freeze myass off ,get gangrene in my toes and constantly beg people for food and money than sleep in that room for the next ten months.

it's not that bad. but it's the first time i've felt so creeped out about something. 

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spm results. D=

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two pages of art instead of the usual one this weekend. Lost the brush i've been working with. Art shop closed on the weekends. 

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Retarded indian shouting the name hatim every moment. 

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having to sleep in that room.

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D=

help! 

100th post will be,

unreadable. annoying to read

*inhales*icrazymissallofyouguysbackinkuchingandwhereeveryouguysareimsittingherewearingmy5a

tshirtwantingtocrywhilereminiscingaboutallthesiautimesandthesiautimestocomeiadmitnowimissevery

singlethingabout5aevensclub7andmosesandwaynebutyouguysknowwhoaretheonesthatreallyhadmade

ahugeimpactonmeiloveyouguysseriously*catches breath*andicanlaughandcryatthesametimeevery

secondithinkaboutthisparticularbunchofhomosapiensthatcolourmylifeincrappyshitcolourswhichmeans

somuchtomethananyonecanevertrytofathom*pause*okayiamalsoadmittingimissmyfamilybutnotasmuch

becauseiwebcamwiththemwhenevertheyfeellikeitandeventhoughimcrazybusywithartandstuffbutyou

guysknowiloveyoulikemadtypinglikethisdeterioratesenglishbecauseyoucanhardlytellwhatyou'retyping

andiwillendherejustwannatypemoretomakeitlookcool*exhales*

what a waste of a milestone.

Sunday Morning

Moved into the room next door. The previous room i stayed in was nice and cosy. the top bunk bed was soft and the comforter was just fluffly enough. There's a nice long mirror on the table, where i put all my lotions and makeup. The room was just a mess. but it was 'warm'.

Last night was the first night i slept in the new room. COLD. not temperature-wise. it's just 'cold'.

That room has a nice bouncy queen sized bed (only nice thing), but otherwise it's just cold. my uncle is an avid collector of chinese vases and stuff like that, and so he stores all of them in that room on shelves. and there's one item that really creeps me. a porcelian(?) china doll.  skin crawling stuff.  (it's on a shelf, sight blocked by another shelf full of vintage books from my bed) 

The room had no mirror. even though i initially wanted to get one, i gave that thought up. last night, as tired as i was, i put off going to sleep. 

i couldnt get the image of the porcelian thing out of my head. and it's always hard to sleep in a new room *makes it harder when they're antique stuff everwhere, makes you think where they came from*.

And when i got to sleep - guess what? A nightmare/dream. I'm not comfortable posting this up here. *no, i did not dream of my own death.8 Anyways, when i woke up, i thought about it. ..

... i might just move to samantha's apartment earlier than i thought i would. (mind you, sharing a bed with her is horrid. She moves a few inches towards your side every minute and soon you'll be sprawled on the floor and stomping off to the living room couch to get a night's rest.)

How do you differenciate an art student from the crowd?

A: Their eyebags are much more obvious and they sit there staring at the wall.

Not even funny. D=s

HELP

I have a hamsap for a geography teacher!

hmm

why is it everytime im stressed, and supposed to do something else..i come up with the motivation to draw something?

the timing cant be any perfect. >. >

A cute guy with an awesome smile playing with a fwuffy kitty in an orange shirt. *what more can i ask for <3>

joo, i need to cuddle your kitty now. D=

p.s. fck i've fallen in like with someone. D= cant stop thinking! 

your man, is still a man!

ok lah. not man. But you know, the manly essence of sarah has not faded. 

from left: juliana - brazil, man - catcity, jasmine - china, felicia *whom i stole this pic frm* - KL

we're the bunch who you can almost always find in the art room. there's another chinese, Ying, but she wasnt there to camwhore with us.

btw, those two actually doing work, researching on the comps, are like.. twentyone [i think]. omgwtfbbq. the other two are waiting for spm results.

i wanted to post something up last night, but srsly, blogger was being bitchy. D=

i'll give it another go tonight. 

*btw, ive yet to see those endangered kiwi birds*

Hello!

well, i guess some of you want to know how my week's been here in auckland. Initially, iwanted to do day by day recap, but i totally forgot. i assure you, there were pretty embarrassing moments. 

anyhoo, the flight to auckland via brunei was horrible. Not so horrible, i just cant stand long flights. I hate flying now. if it's first class that's another story. =D

This big burly man sat next to me. He's nice and all, but - BIG. HUGE. his arm  was invading my space. But i kinda pity him coz he knows very well that he's big , and kept his arms in one position most of the time. (shown in the illustration)

Right. 

School started a week ago. Missed the orientation and one day of class. I've only 5 periods a day, i stay around 7 and a half hours in school, two free. 

And did i mention that art class is AWESOME? Tho it's vague what i have to do..  i looove my class. The art room is the art students' haven. We can eat in there, do work - anything. (not suppose to eat in those rooms, but the teacher is awesome)

She looks like that. I swear. And she's really forgetful. =) She does that alot. 

i <3 Art class!

 oh, here's my english teacher. Malcolm. He's , like samantha always say, gay. He's sooo gay. Happy gay. He's just toooo happy. =D he smiles so much he has wrinkles near his eyes.  

uh. imma just post another entry.

heheh.