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I AM SO PROUD OF MY ABILITY TO KEEP SOME OF THESE DRAWINGS NO MATTER HOW MUCH THEY INJURE MY RETINAS AND CORNEAS.
Yep, just showing some of my old paintings and drawings and sketches, a large percentage of which are absolutely BLEH. I started drawing at an unknown age, and then began taking it seriously at about ten or eleven. I sucked, and I think I still do now.The funny thing is I can't believe I used to think some of these ahemcoughcough... 'masterpieces' were beautiful. Now when I look at them I sometimes feel my bout of holiday food poisoning acting up again. It'll be a vicious cycle for the drawings I do now; I may think I do a good job on some of them now, but I know that I'll dislike them later on when my expectations of myself get higher and higher. I still have so much to learn, and I don't know how long it'll take me, but I'll learn them best I can anyway.
But past all the superficial hate and ugliness and digust, I love my drawings, all of them, both new and old. I really, really do.

In the end I chose the second one. :)

I also got started on the To Kill a Mockingbird collage.
I was going to do the theme of courage when I saw that it was not on the list of themes on the worksheet given to us. So I'm not sure if the theme courage is exactly allowed in this thing.
But I'm only really worried for my Commonwealth Essay. It's super frustrating; I have the idea of what I want to write about in my head, all planned out, but I just can't put the words down in black and white. All this stress really makes me wanna go kill a mockingbird.
*Slaps self*

Anyway look at this!

Twilight has such a number of haters. Well, personally, I agree with them on some points. Twilight is a little too unrealistic, the guy is too perfect and MYGAWDHESPARKLESLIKESUNSHINEINTHESUNSHINE. The main female character can be a 'twat', as quoted from someone on DeviantART. But, I like the storyline, I like the way the author describes things (though it's a little repetitive) and I like the solutions that the author comes up with to solve problems. It's quite interesting a book and all.
Anyway the first picture made me laugh. Especially Hard.
Yep, Imma neutral about this whole Twilight Saga.

Hahaha. Whatever.
Last night I had this really strange dream. Weird, even for me. Mona was there, Charlene and Nicole was there along with the entire platoon of Part Bs. The settings kept changing, first to down the village at Aiyi's house. It was night-time, around twelve and the whole road was deserted. Charlene and Nicole were dressed in black, and were participating in some midnight charity run, something like GE. I tried to shout hello to them from the top of a stairway, but I didn't.

Then, the scene suddenly changed to an airport. Me, Mona and a group of unregonisable schoolmates along with some teachers were on a field trip there. Some really rowdy boys were there, and they were coming along for the excursion as well.
The airport looked like it was being constructed to become a shopping centre, so there were those makeshift whitewashed walls everywhere. I remember my dream-self telling Mona that I had been to this airport in 2004. Suddenly, all the teachers disappeared, except for one who told us that our excursion bags were at a very dangerous part of the airport, like the place where planes took off. We had to go get them ourselves, and we all scurried to get our bags, and I remembered that I had left a bag at the airport in 2004, and Mona went with me to find it among the huge pile of bags at the plane-take-off area. Many people had found their bags and were leaving, but the rowdy boys were still there. Suddenly, they lauched into an attack on the remaining students, beating them up and chasing them. I was running desperately with Mona to find my bag, and also trying to escape the attackers. And suddenly I realised I hadn't left anything at the airport in 2004 after all.

Seriously, what the heck! Why would I in my right state of mind risk me (and Mona's) lives just to get some stupid nonexistent bag that's probably filled up with Primary Four junk out of a stupid friggin' nonexistent airport I had never visited at all??? Not even in 2004??????

Okay who cares. Then me and Mona raced to a elevator away from the rowdy boys. One of them caught me from behind at the last second that we were entering the lift to escape. I gave a good kick at him and ran into the elevator, hoping that I had hit him in the groin.
The settings changed to a place that looked like a revamped version of my condominium. Seriously, there were posh cafes and marbled void decks and all that. I couldn't find my own house through this gigantic maze of newness, but I found a ratty man beside my letter box on the void deck, putting in a letter threatening my father to be accept an enbloc agreement. Yea, and everybody in this new... place was so unfriendly and mean. I felt... lostttt. But Mona was helping me find my own house along the way. And Nicole and Charlene somehow mysteriously appeared to help me too.

I never did see if my dream-self found my house and my family again because we were once more attacked by that ratty man and those rowdy boys, and before they could use a club to deliver a blow in my face, I woke up gasping.
I was emo for a few seconds before I feel asleep again. Sometimes dreams don't make sense, do they?

Okay anyway I have to go now.
Whoa, long post. Sorry about that!
Contradictive to a person who said she had forgotten everything at the start of this post, ne?
Alright bye!