karma and effect.
A couple of hours ago I tried to turn my camera on to capture the suburban twilight.
And it wouldnt turn on.
Then I started to panic because if anything happened to this camera that's real sad considering its barely a few months old.
After fitting in new batteries it worked again. I guess you could call this getting worked up for nothing.
... now this whole introductory chunk in this post is rather random, i know.
Moving on, I find political parties highly amusing. Watching video footage of rallies over youtube.com and on the news. I still remember that PAP hougang dude:
"I WILL MAKE HOUGANG............. BETTER THAN....... MARINE PARADE!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I laughed so hard I nearly peed in my pyjamas.
Today The Art Teacher made us sit through an aesthetics test. Wanxin shall be the witness to testify that I was going to fall asleep on my drawing block and wake up with a forehead covered in carbon.
Whoopee. Honestly, I just lost all inspiration and motivation for my o level art project. So much so that I wouldnt mind doing something completely different, as long as I'm willing to work on it.
It's not like I've done much yet, though. However The Art Teacher might throw me into his furnace and bake me along with his pottery things.
But I have no inspiration and that cannot be helped. Maybe one day everything will come rushing back into me with a "WHOOSH!!!!!"
On other things, I'm finally able to get back to Arab Street on saturday, a favourite place I havent been to in ages. Mum's making up for last weekend when i was COMPLETELY FREE ON SATURDAY FOR ONCE (read: after 3pm) and she fell asleep instead of taking me to a flea market.
GET WELL SOON, REBEKAH!!!!!!! Lessons were utterly boring without you. I was reduced to drawing in the student diary (whats new) and reading school circulars that have managed to conceal themselves well under my table until today.
Other than that, I mastered the art of sleeping with my eyes wide open (okay, maybe not wide) during mathematics. I think I must have looked so unconscious that The Math Teacher asked someone to sit next to me.
Chemistry practical was ridiculously stupidly fun. I made something explode by mixing something wrong. Now THAT's fun. Now my chemistry worksheet's covered in strange colours ie purple, yellow ochr, pink, green and whatnot.
Fascinating.
Is there something wrong with my speakers/ears/player/winamp because suddenly 3 doors down sounds a HELL lot like jamaraquai.
08052006; 11:08pm
