Sunday, November 07, 2004

nouseforatitle

reason for not being able to obtain resources on cheerleading without having to log onto the computer:

either singapore's slow growth in cheerleading or national library's insufficient resources.




seriously, the main reason for me to travel all the way to amk library was to get information and pictures on cheerleading and rugby so that i can use them as resources for my art paper 2 coursework. furthermore, that library has easy access to the photocopying machines- colour and black&white. but when i got there, i couldn't find shiznit about cheerleading. thank goodness that place had abundant information on rugby. i was going to holler like agatha trunchbull when she found out that bruce brongthrotter(or sth like that) ate her disgusting chocolate cake and made the entire school stayed back to copy the dictionary. (i don't know what's wrong with me. but i loved that roald dhal book. and the movie was splendid. i was easily entertained as a kid. and i love his name. it's making me crave for prata right now. just 4 more hours to munching something..) do they really have to locate all the cheerleading materials at bedok library? ugh. the crazy things the administration people do. if my mum was still a librarian, (not that i'm exactly sure what she's doing right now apart from executive officer for education at the mosque because she's a super-workaholic and one job seems like 193749812303.), i'd prolly wouldn't have to do these research things on my own. blah. i'm incompetent. i'm lazy. and i regret taking art. cos art is expensive, art is time consuming, art is too vague a subject, art requires talent(but i have this so its okay), art needs patience, and interest and whole load of other things. BUT, the beautiful thing abt art is: there's no right or wrong. so you're always right. haha. and i love to get acrylic on my uniform. stands out from the bloody bowen crowd. haish.


all you f&n-ers are such a lucky bunch. don't get to learn bio, f&n learns a little bit of bio. get to cook. get to bully yong ming. get to eat free food.(actually, they just cook it. the rest of the class devours it) you people don't have to do your coursework twice. and you guys can be chefs when you grow up. artists barely make it in the real world. profits are for us to buy more paint and charcoal and canvas and brushes so we can create more masterpeices so we can sell and get profit to buy more paint and charcoal and brushes. so it's like small-scale farming. vicous cycle. we artists will end up living in poverty which is much worse than dick and mary because even dick and mary had a store to at least support their living even though no one actually buys stuff from their store.


i'm still not over lit. lit exams over= no more mrs yu mee choo pestering us to study hard for 12th Night and "at least read her thesis on TGIS if we don't bother reading the whole novel altogether". she's a good teacher, really. it's just us kids who are the monkeys and stupid fools who do not appreciate all her work. yeap. but she's the one with the monkey face and gestures. so uh. i shall leave it like that.


i won't comment on d&t people cos i don't like d&t. i think i'm the only asshole alive who thinks that you use rattan to make bridges. i don't like learning about chengal, chipboard, softboard, chainsaw, and machines. because i simply wouldn't care. when i get married, my husband's the one who's gonna choose the suitable material for the furniture. i'll just approve the peice of bulk if i like it. I JUST DON'T LIKE D&T BECAUSE I HAD MR CRAZY NG FOR THAT BLOODY SUBJECT IN SEC 1 AND SEC 2! i don't like d&t. i don't like d&t. i don't like d&t.


so when i cannot get my resources from the library and have to come to the internet to do my bloody research, i won't actually do my research. i'll end up blogging like what i am doing right now. and tt's bad. because.. it's just bad la. and i've always felt that doing research on the internet is for lazy people. i know i'm a lazy asshole but getting my search done in the library gives me some kind of motivation, you know. like i actually bothered to travel just to get materials for my bloody cambrige art paper 2. this whole paragraph sounds shallow. i shall not continue this paragraph. i'm going to start a new one.


but yesterday was pretty productive. i got my artist research pictures photostated, my referrals for first hand observational sketches photostated, rugby visual information photostated. and i got my raya footwear off the list of things that i'm supposed to do by next sunday. which is a week for now. a week for me to clean my room, scrub my wall, get that "DISASTER AREA" sign off my door, change the blinds, change my sheets and another thousand and one things to do. which is sooo never gonna get done. especially the cleaning of room part. refer to previous post for more information. OMG. EATSHITFUCKDANGANDDIE. my absent minded self has forgotten all about containers to get paint. blahdeedaa.


i'm done with chemistry. i hope the tuesday paper would be alrighty for me. yes. i should wake up and sembahyang hajat or tahajud. whichever applies. before that, i really should pray five times a day. ramadhan's coming to an end and i'm just starting to repent. blah. i feel so hypocritical towards my religion. but i really can't help it if i'm always lazy and keep on giving in to the irritating works of satan. ugh. many times i wonder why adam and eve just had to eat that fruit and get themselves thrown to earth.


i think gymnasts are disgusting. no offense but you people bend too much. i think DISFIGURED or anything close to that exists in your dictionary.


no, kintot. i'm not gonna tell the world about the encouter with the holy innocent girl. i'm fasting. i don't want to holler vulgaraties for a while. heh.


this is an extremely long entry. i should stop. oh before that, i salute whoever who read from the very start of this entry until this very word: bye.


died-ed at 1:35 pm
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Thursday, November 04, 2004

screwer. heh.

qn: who is the world's proffessional twelfth night essay question screwer?

ans: yours truely.




i hate it when my brother reformats the computer. all my IMPORTANT stuffs are gone. MY FUCKING ART RESEARCH, MY BLOODY CHEMISTRY TUTORIALS, MY FRIGGING HANDPHONE CONTENTS BANK, MY PSP VERSION IDUNNOWHAT, MY ADOBE PHOTOSHOP ELEMENTS LIMITED EDITION, MY MACROMEDIA DREAMWEAVER, MY MSN MESSENGER, MY OLYMPUS CAMEDIA MASTER. okay, to summarise it all and prevent you people from getting bored and such, MY EVERYTHING IS GONE. i can't download anything because i'm not the BLOODY ADMINISTRATOR of this computer and the most THOUGHTFUL ADMINISTRATOR has the settings at such that i am not able to download a SINGLE BLOODY THING. so, there goes my last hope of having able to RETRIEVE WHAT I HAVE LOST from my friends online. because i can't bloody sign in onto windows messenger.


so tell me, what can i do on the computer other than blogging and signing in and out of friendster? I BLOODY NEED TO DO MY ART STUFFS AND I BLOODY NEED MY CHEMISTRY TUTORIALS. this frigging sucks.


oh and i have to reinstall the scanner, the printer, the digital camera, the handphone thing. reinstall everything la eh. and i won't bleeding do it because of the obvious reason- i do not wish to be interrupted halfway by this stupid message: you are not allowed to dwl or whatevershitfuckdiedangthingythingthing on this computer. please contact your sistem administrator.. ENOUGH! NO MORE!


i might as well go on hiatus again. sigh. or i should just die and see y'all on the other side. heh.


everyone's happy that raya's coming. whatever happened to the kesayuan kerana kehilangan bulan ramadhan? well, i'm SAYU alright. papers, papers, papers!


bloodyeffingshitfuckdanganddie.


and this was written at the fit of anger. really, i should go and revise amath.


died-ed at 6:17 pm
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ayam terlepas, tangan berbahu tahi. pfft.






finally got my sense of smell AND voice back. phe-yew.


died-ed at 5:41 am
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