this is dedicated to my dear art teacher stong whom i just found out reads my blog regularly. T_T

hi mr ong.

*thinks hard*

d'yd know how much time i spend on my art.

lemme start from last year.

okay art was still humane in the first half of the year cuz we were still using pencils then and we've already had at least 9 years of that doodling in our textbooks. so skip till the next half of the year.

the september holidays. our "moment" assignment. d'yd know, i spent my WHOLE holiday doing that piece of excret- that piece of A3 paper, slathering paint on it for three hours or MORE daily, cramming all my homework into the monday AFTER the hols. (might i mention that everyone else did it the other way round. other homework - real homework during the hols, art crammed into monday. call me a fridiot can.) oh yeah AND i covered half the plastic covering on the dining table with paint. kenna scolded for my enthusiastic artistic frenzies.

art exam. started panicking the moment i got the paper. couldn't do it for two whole weeks due to LTC. freaked out on sunday one week before that fateful friday. (and a certain acquaintance of mine was happily watching korean dramas. annoying can.) COMPLETELY GAVE UP HANDING IN HOMEWORK FOR THAT LAST WEEK. (got c5 and c5 respectively for a math and e math can. doodes whom i mentioned this to before as proof of my ineptitude in mathematics, THIS is the real reason. T_T) spent all my english periods doing prepwork. physics too, for that matter. spent math and chem lessons sleeping so i could stay up doing art. LTC mosquito-ing away at the back of my brain, but i ignore it. physco myself up for thursday night, plunge into 30 hours of wakefulness. no prizes for guessing WHAT ON EARTH was i doing. T_T

fast forward to december holidays. after one entire year of losing years off my life, one would think that warrants a good break. but? NAHHH~ art. okay so i plan a schedule. may i add that ART took up 90% of the days on my sched. ALSO that i gave up my enjoyable toilet-time easy reading to read my @#£$%^&* chinese books so i could finish ALL my chinese AND my chem homework on the SAME DAY. one day. once that was out of the way, i bury myself in paint EVERY SINGLE DAY. i spend an hour on the cheek. two on the nose. three on the effing dimple. T_T y'know mr ong i really kinda hated my face after that for a while. T_T i can't even BEGIN to emphasize exactly HOW LONG I SPENT DOING THAT @#£$%^&* EXTRA-BIG PAINTING T______________T AHHHHHHHHHHRGGHHHHH

and that's just YOUR art mr ong - excluding the 23045098y3405986120 design stuff i had t' do. i can put my hand over my heart right now and tell the world that YES MY LIFE IS ALL ART.

and the only reason my life is all art is cuz art IS my life.

T_T

yeah JEZ WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW.

^^

ever,
the DARKENING DAWN

hahaha i had an awesome day today. but awesome days are too personal to put on blogs and wayyy too difficult to describe without physical, in situ animation of arms and flexible facial expressions. so... ^^ hahaha just that i really thank God for these days because they TOTALLY MAKE MY DAY. haha yeah la super lame la but srsly WOOHOO!

anyway today i realized that actually the shirt i designed for LTC might... actually... be... the... very... last... shirt... i. design. for. mg.

the dance shirt job this year is going to two of my juniors! =O i think in this aspect i really feel like a passing-on-the-baton-senior more than in any other school-related activity. ohman i am so demented.

and such a poignant moment! last shirt! somehow i found myself desperately thinking of other shirts i could design, like not have to design but want to design. desperately looking for places in which i can do a final job. thinking up stupid stuff like "maybe the sls could have a shirt, like the prefects!" and then i subconsciously berate myself for being such a despomaniac. jaime liew it's time to move on.

strange how it's things like these that really make the fact that i'm sec4 now hit me hard. turns me around and puts me straight in the face of reality, where a big chapter of my life is really coming to a close.

my 10th year in mg!

and here i am moaning unreasonably about shirts.

(btw, if any dance people are reading this - NOPE i am not taking the job back cuz the bug is passed, and it's time for the next generation to start doing these things ^^ - and it's a turning point in my life. it's uncool to turn back once you've reached a turning point.)

maybe st lukes wants a shirt!

=_=

dish it jaime liew you're being an absolute idiot.

time for beddie-bye xD

laters!

don't know what's wrong with me man. usher's yeah remix has got me completely hooked. i listen to it at least three times a day, been doing that for the past one week or so, and i'm still lovin it~~~ AHHHHH EVERYONE GO LISTEN TO IT. (but not at night when you're supposed to be sleeping and you don't want your parents to wake up to find you youtubing away, cuz the bass is imba.)

today chem was @#£$%^&* as usual T_T fans were off, Bunsen burners merrily burned away, our solutions slowly disappeared, i'm sure our evaporating dish felt like melting cuz WE sure felt like melting... even the effing table melted la! okay fine so it didn't melt, but it freaking expanded. like wth! table no.18 now has a hump in the middle of the table where the Bunsen burner decided to spread some lurrve.

it's MONDAY again and...

i can't wait for it to be friday.

haha i know my blog posts nowadays are all really random and stuff but hey that's just a metaphor for my life now man. disconnected. detached... desensitized... DEPRAVED... deprived... of yakult.

kidding la. i'll get back into the haha-laugh-at-my-own-stupid-jokes or curse-the-education-system mood soon enough.

or maybe i won't, because i'm trying to achieve inner peace through a daily workout of climbing three storeys worth of stairs, gruelling top-speed mental exercise, manoeveuring life's politics and basically trying to survive - all carried out in school, of course. school is...

well i'll just let uncyclopedia.org do the talking for me.

"Most schools are in fact secret terrorist funding facilities that cut back on things like food quality and functioning toilets. These funds are then diverted via "letters for your parents" straight to Osama Bin Laden (who is not dead, just hiding in his mothers basement playing WOW). The awful (yet extremely well covered up) leader of this organisation is none other than President Ivan Shit-Sucker (PISS). PISS has been running this crime-ring for almost thirty years (he turns 40 on Saturday and we all wish him a happy birthday) He was (obviously) a teachers pet, thats right a pencil-pusher, a desk-sucker, an ass-kisser, and a piano player (naturaly). At only eleven years of age he met with ABL in the back alley of a McDonalds. Their plan was to shovel all the shitty parts of a cow that nobody likes and sneak it into the McDonalds burgers!! Until they found out that Macca's was already doing it so they threw something together with school (yeah, real bloody original, huh?) anyway I have my own plan... all us kids, yeah you too, get all this white crap and descreatly put it into KFC's chicken and then feed it to PISS and ABL! Mwa ha ha ha! Hang on... Ive just been told that KFC's already doing it... DONT LAUGH!! If you have a better idea then go ahead add it to this page but until then be on the lookout for anyone who looks like PISS... or CRAP (Captain antony Ass-Pisser) he's in on it too. Hang on, we have just recieved recent reports that ABL has been found hiding in his mom's basement. Well, why didnt we look there?"

oh yeah, after you guys have read this for starters, go check up what uncyclopedia.org has to say on singapore. sang needa, my foot... xD

aiight bye guys~ ^^

this is dedicated to all the singaporean teenagers out there.

it's not easy to be them - us.
jiayou.

that was the looooooooongest week i've EVER had.

never been so glad that it was friday before. (of course, i'm writing this on a saturday because on friday, i got home, ate my dinner - coupla hours after i ate my lunch- and went for a nap. a very long nap. cuz no one bothered to wake me up. to cut straight to the point, i woke up at 12am after a solid 5 hours in bed, still in my uniform, unbathed >_<, disoriented. awesome right.)

i'm doing so many effing designs i think i'm actually... going... to... getsickofart.

*gasp*

okay la that's not possible. danggit. it means i've just signed my death warrant.

WOOHOO~~~

school is a living contradiction. a soft irony. the beginning of the end and the end of the beginning. the past and the future. a beautiful perverseness. the foundation and undoing of civilisation. bittersweet.

oh yeah, and bordering on insanity.

hahaha this is such an impasse imma sign off right here.

happy weekend! - or what's left of it.

the DARKENING DAWN

OH MAN I AM SO PISSED.

today is one of those days you wish you could just take Life by its sorry little neck and wring it and shake it till its teeth fall out in the good old Enid Blyton way and box it in the ears like a good Brit.

I shall skip the miserable morning where I found out that I *gasp* had a Physics test today! Faaan-tastic. Oh yeah, I might as well mention that during the test itself, again I found out that my protractor was... miraculously... GONE. And of course, that vital bit of information concerning reflection and refraction formulae that I had carefully tucked into my memory last year was also... mysteriously... missing! Joy.

Then came along Ridiculous Recess. Like WHAT THE HECK?! I mean, we're all already tolerating Uncle Hock Seng's @#£$%^&* selling of his store, what with the bread rack gone (yeah the ENTIRE effing tray of bakery goodies including the sausage bun, the hot chix and the DO BALLS. meaning, NO sausage buns, NO hot chixs and NO DO BALLS! I could scream!), the sandwiches lamely stuffed with lettuce and tomato (the parts of a sandwich I'd ALWAYS get rid of because they invariably spoil the taste of the 'wich) which ALSO resulted in a !!!!SIXTY CENTS RAISE IN PRICE! - up from sixty cents! - and all the charsiew paus, yam paus gone, and the lor mai kai a dubious imposter. PREPOSTEROUS. The ritz cheese bites are gone too, EVERYTHING IS JUST EFFING GONE.

Yeah so ANYWAY, on top of all these canteen concerns (which includes a 20 cent raise in the price of the famous red bowl noodles up from one buck T_T), the Uncle Hock Seng Store (as I still deign to call it, just out of habit and definitely not out of a loving memory for the old man)... now... has... queues.

*stunned silence*

What happened to the "来来来！那个一毛！那个两块！来，不要推不要推！"? The traditional hawking of goods? The haven of the ONE AND ONLY STORE WHERE YOU COULD BUY FOOD WITH A RECORD 30-SECOND QUEUE? Like Oh. My. Asparagusses. I STOOD IN THE @#£$%^&* QUEUE FOR A WHOLE EFFING TEN MINUTES! What on EARTH is wrong with the WORLD?! I was there for so bleeding long, the aunty came over at like 3-min intervals just to strike a pose and say, "Wah, still haven't gotten your food yet?" And I'm like, inwardly rolling my eyes so much I'm sure the windows to my soul are all screwed up.

Oh yeah and of course 祸不单行，one grievance is sure to follow another. Just stupidly, naiively, CONFORMIST-ly standing in the queue and our dear Yanka and Joan Tay walk right up... *punch in the back* "Wah lau why you queue! Just push your way through la!" *proceed to do as advised*.

ARGH. I could've queued up at the red bowl noodle stall and gotten MORE food for LESS time.

SUCKS. So yeah after rushing through my hard-earned, meagre portions, I rushed up to see a teacher about the effing St. Luke's design, which a whole story by itself. Publicity comm. is like effing excretic duty. Just being in it is like walking around with a sign pasted on your forehead saying "treat me like your business". Only OBVIOUSLY the business I'm referring to is simply a euphemism for a much more crude word that I haven't the lack of conscience to put up. EVERY SINGLE NIGHT from this week's Monday to NOW, which is Thursday, save for Tuesday I've been staying up to 1 or 2am just - JUST doing the effing poster. So much for my effing resolutions to do all my homework at home, ON TIME.

ANYWAY as I was saying, I went up to see a teacher and because I do have great respect for teachers I shan't quote here. I'll just say that sometimes I think people think I'm a machine. In metaphorical terms, "Revert back to version one." "Actually I prefer version three." "Cancel that." "Fade that." "Add that." "How about this here?" "Okay, four versions then. Tomorrow, yeah?"

adsf;aisuf;ovaiuero

Oh yes that also DOES mean TONIGHT will be another poster night.
*breaks into song and dance*
HALLELUJAH. HALLELUJAH. HALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH! HA-LLE-EH~~LU-JAH!

=_=

Hmm what else?- AH! Continuing from where I left off, because we were having that machine-esque meeting, I WAS LATE FOR LITERATURE. And that just so happens to be one REALLY picky-about-puntuality teacher. She just cast me this really disappointed look and said "You missed a lot. Like a lot." Well what can I do? I'd rather be in Lit class ANYTIME than be stuck there having my design babies sacrificed all at once.

Uh-huh. So yeah was stuck with TONNES of homework undone. Thank goodness for my friends. TOTALLY didn't know how to do Maths. So yeah, up to date, no overdue homework ^^

MAN. The ONLY productive thing I did today was go for Maths tuition. 'Least I got my tomorrow's Maths lesson work done.

And I have another design project for Dance Night to hand up next week.

¬_¬

*laughs maniacally*

I guess you could say I love my life. I love my life so much I detest it.

Somebody, I think the clock's running a little fast of late, isn't it?

DISH IT.

- the Darkening Dawn

a new year!

*pseudo-celebration*

srsly. no difference.

just.

hahahaha just A REALLY BIG thank you! to EVERYONE i know and who helped me through this year - including my family, my awesome awesome friends, fellow sls, my wunnerful classmates, churchmates, teachers and EVERYONE ELSE xD

esp. my friends. all throughout the year, i've been looking back and REALLY, i have no. idea. what i would've done without you guys. thank God for all of you. it's you guys who fill up my - fuel tank? - all the time, with that special fuel i can't get anywhere else, not even from yakult or soon kuei or *snigger* peanut sesame ball. (but to the person who kept getting me peanut sesame balls, THANKS FOR ALL 'EM BALLS. ^^ they meant a lot to me.)

I LOVE ALL OF YOU. all that independence talk is crap. i could do NOTHING without you guys. my studies, my work my play even my DRAWING. everything is inspired by you guys.

special thanks to mommy cuz yeah at the end of the day you really are one hot mamma la. (otherwise how could there have been me? xD) and cuz we couldn't get along sometimes but HEY we're still family man.

hahaha daddy. what can i say. without you the whole house would collapse on our heads.

and obviously THANKS BUDD without you the world would implode.

and lastly - THANK YOU LORD! without YOU... hahaha i don't even want to think about it. without you, i wouldn't have gotten out of bed every single morning of these past 365 days. without you i'd probably have kicked my own bucket or something during the exams. without you i wouldn't even BE here talking about being here. without you i might've just died choking on the millions of fishballs i ate throughout the year. without you every single piece of sashimi i ate in japan might've... violently disagreed with my bodily systems. without you my com might've crashed during the art exam. without you i might've NOT finished at least one holiday art asm by this time! without you i might not even have all five of my senses right now. i could go on and on and on but i think i'd choke up the internet just talking about it and the bible says practise consideration ^^

without you, what am i?

ON TOWARDS THE NEW YEAR! chiong ah~

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