Tuesday, April 29, 2008 7:14 PM

And i'll bleed this skyline dry, your history is mine.

Bel just cracked me up. "next sunday, 4th of may (gosh its already may 3months to prelims!! start worrying and come for this study session i assure you it will be productive) at either serene centre or coffee bean at sixth avenue at 12pm?please respond to this post thank you!!<3,>academic head, isabel kohokay fine i know i'm so not funny but just turn up please"

I bet all my teachers in school hate me and they're screaming in their heads, die shann, die. And they're probably laughing too because their pay cheques will absolutely be unaffected by my results. I wonder if teachers have constant urges to swear in class (which is technically wrong). I mean i guess so, since majority of them are so pmsy all the time. I wonder how they keep it in. And you know, if teaching was really so difficult, why don't you just freaking quit. You have the freedom of career choice while i, very unfortunately cannot choose who i want to be taught under. Talking about teaching, i guess it's quite a steady safe job, i mean i think it's pretty hard to get sacked. You do a shitty job and you Still get paid while you're able to enjoy using that tiny bit of authority you have in school and lash out at students every other day.

Now i should fear for myself. Because everyday, i see less and less importance in studying. That's bad. Really bad.

I wonder why finger nails and hair everywhere else but the hair from your head grow so fast.

I think my sense of humour is getting really weird/off these days. It's getting really hard for me to laugh and when everyone is laughing, i just don't seem to think that things were that funny. And after that, i'll find myself laughing at the most random and amazingly unfunny things to myself. Sheesh why, am, i, so, weird.

I sent a set of 6 photographs in for the singapore young photographer award. It started off as a slogging-off-to-have-something-to-write-for-my-testimonial thing but at the end of it, i can really say that a fair bit of effort had to be put in. A little of your heart, blood and sweat.

I randomly visited blogs (the whole world is taking part in it) and after that, i didn't exactly want to submit my photos anymore (although my initial plan was to just give it a whack hahaha). People (kick ass professionals) (who made me drool) have planned and prepared for months with near perfect ideas, and as for me, i just sent in whatever i had, simply because those.were.whatever.i.had :(

I better get some sleep, i've been looking insanely shagged. I'm just drained and the insomnia is hitting me hard.