Reach the sky;

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

I swear I could die any moment now, or get a brain tumor, or perhaps just a very very bad headache. ALL BECAUSE THAT USELESS FUCK AT HOME DECIDED TO PAINT THE FUCKING GATE WITH FUCKING CHEAPO PAINT.

I'm this close | | to losing it. That useless fucker can get the fuck of the house & do whatever useless thing he can get himself into, but not me. 'Cause I've got homework & I need to stay at home AND INHALE THOSE FUCKING FUMES. INHALING THOSE PAINT FUMES CAN KILL OKAY, I FUCKING GOOGLE IT.

Pissed like hell & I cant do shitz about it other than BLOG.

Labels: angry

“The wind assaulted my hair at 4:32 PM”

Friday, February 18, 2011

Last night I tried brainstorming when I was in the in-between state of being awake & asleep. Interestingly, I've actually gotten some ideas out of it. D:

Labels: dreams

“The wind assaulted my hair at 4:40 PM”

Wednesday, February 09, 2011

So today after class, I went to the toilet and my friends were waiting for me outside. As I walked out of the toilet, I came face to face with the person I've been crushing on since the beginning of the school year last year. Then I saw the faces of my friends who were all smirking and grinning away at me. OBVIOUS MUCH.

Labels: amused, school

“The wind assaulted my hair at 10:58 PM”

Monday, February 07, 2011

Be still, my heart.

Dont understand why you took the plunge but just let me concentrate on my drawing k.

Labels: thoughts

“The wind assaulted my hair at 12:47 AM”

Sunday, February 06, 2011

LETTERS TO DIFFERENT PEOPLE:

Someone: I think you're irresponsible. It wasnt just this morning, but also numerous times before. I think you're selfish, of course I'm not being objective here because you had refused to help me & I'm still feeling damn pissed about it. This is what comes out of having expectations of people. They let you down.

Father: Just because you lost your job doesnt give you the right to be a whiny bitch at home. Get your useless bum out of the damn house because it's about time you be a man. Wonder why I seldom answer your question? I've chosen to pretend you dont exist because you're just so fucking irritating. I'm never really gonna understand this whole thing about you cant handle stress & all that bullshit. I mean like, since when is life ever easy? Get a grip.

Mother: Stop selling me like a product to our relatives, semi-relatives and all the other miscellaneous people you bump into. I'm proud of myself for my A'levels results even though it wasnt that good. Speaking of this, why are we still talking about A'levels like it was yesterday?? MOVE ON OKAY. So what if I got rejected by the local uni's I applied to and ended up at art school L? STOP MAKING IT SOUND LIKE I'M SOME POOR SOD WHO IS FORCED TO DO SOMETHING I DONT LIKE BECAUSE I'M LOVING IT OKAY. So what if the number of hours I get to sleep each school day is 3hours on the average? I'M TIRED BUT I GET SUCH A GREAT SENSE OF CONTENTMENT WHEN I FINISHED MY ART OKAY. I'm sick of you telling everyone my life story because it's so none of their goddamn business. The definition of success is not by comparison, get it through all your heads you superficial fuckers.

It's not that I dont love my parents, but at times like this, it's hard to convince myself to.

Hard truths.

I get so angry easily when I'm having PMS. :/

Labels: angry

“The wind assaulted my hair at 12:51 AM”

Saturday, February 05, 2011

I HATE YOU HOMEWORK.

I HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE YOU COLLAGES.

I HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE YOU PRESENTATION.

I HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE YOU 3D TEXTURES.

FUCK YOUUU HOMEWORK.

THE INSANE AMOUNT OF WORK TO BE COMPLETED AND THE DEADLINES DRAWING NEARER AND NEARER IS ENOUGH TO DRIVE ME CRAZY.