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Friday, September 4, 2009 , 9:10 PM

I can't believe myself. I almost got defeated, by none other than myself. Yes. I am about to tell you all about today and yesterday. Kudos to my long post.

You see, I cried many times on how my parents and family are harsh on me. At least I feel so. But I have never cried because I was just stressed. Stressed over homework. I can't believe it.

Yesterday, it was already 11.30 pm but I haven't even completed anything! My art and my Home Economics project. It would be a miracle to complete these projects in a few hours(I don't count days because it's just that the hours were spread over days). But it happened.

I didn't cry. But I was so stressed up and nervous. Panicking. That is not like me. Must be cause I thought I was doomed. I mean. I had to hand in those two projects the next day and had barely touched them. Also, I couldn't stay up late. First, my dad likes to scold me if I DON'T sleep at 10pm. How dumb. I can only lie in bed staring into space. Unless the previous hour, I hadn't been acting like a can-do-all girl. I mean I'm always doing something at 9! And it's always not SLEEPING.

Let's explain why. Remember my previous blogskin? Devils and angels. Yes. Everyone has them. But my devils have been very active since I have been reading. I came back home and promised myself that I would only read until I finish my meal and immediately start on my projects. But I DID NOT. I decided that my projects should be pretty easy and tried to read 'Girl in Development' to the end. (Maybe this is a bit irony.)

Before dinner, I was not done with the damn book. But I insisted that I could do it. However, my mum told me since it was the 7th month, we had to go downstairs to burn papers. (I'm trying my best not to say anything unlucky.) Oh no. Why don't parents tell their children their plans? And why do they expect their children to tell them theirs? Okay. But I still go reading until we went down.

When we were down, in the midst of everything, I heard this creepy sound. It was a cat meowing, but it sounded quite unusual and sounded a little bit like a baby's. It continued for a long time. I told my family about it. At that moment, I spotted the source of the incessant sound. I was relieved to see the cat, because it assured me I was not dreaming and that it did not come from something unnatural and also shocked that it was a black cat. It was not until later I realise that there was another cat. Meanwhile, my brother told me something perverted. He said that cats meow like that when they want to do 'it' or are about give birth. So much for animal porn. I rate that as triple X. I felt hot and cold at the same time(I'm not talking about the song). One of my first experiences I guess. Why? The front of my legs were facing the fire in the barrel(I guess I can say that) and the back was facing the wind. Seriously, I feel like a witch. Suddenly. First time I ever felt that even though I did this billions of times. The fire was really bright and whatever I'm throwing into the fire was like potions or something. The light was shining on my face. It really had that movie effect you know.

When I came back, I gave up on the book and did my project. At 9 pm I realise I wasn't going to finish anytime soon, and I hadn't even touched the cardboard I was supposed to cut for the 'door-knob hanger' for art. WTF.

And so at 11.30pm I was not done. I knew I was going to get a scolding from my dad the next day anyway. And the devils were telling me hell, just don't do my work. Just bear with the scoldings tomorrow. (I've never been scolded by my Art teacher, but I'm sure she makes people cry.) And the 'angels' were telling me hell no, stay on and hurry up. Before you make anyone lose more sleep. But no matter what, truth is 'we' all know that I won't finish until really late at night. I tried. And my brother and maid came out twice to call me to hurry up and get into the room to sleep. I felt so overwhelmed with stress I blanked out. To add on, I thought that I had to have a confirmed idea of what I want for my comic competition by the next day.I couldn't remember what I wanted to do. I ran into the bathroom and washed my face to get rid of that annoying feeling. I was like so anxious I thought I would burst anytime soon. And when I get anxious, my mind churns up alot of blabber. I thought of dying or trying to fall sick (it's too late to try to fall sick last minute anyway, and it never works) so I wouldn't have to go through next day's worries. What a loser. But I just quickly brushed my teeth.

So I didn't know what to do with the recipes because I had forgotten how I edited the old one for my menu card anyway. But since Miss Yeo will be assuming I did this before my menu card, it didn't matter as long as they're more or less the same. And the other parts of the project were either already done, almost done or could been done by hand(hand-written).So I just copy and pasted then print everything out. I would have to cut and paste the information into a colourful sketch book the next day, which haven't even been bought. Also I think I could draw up something on the door-knob hanger and colour(which unfaithfully, I forgot that I misplaced my colour pencils). And rustle up something for prepartory work. With these ideas, I quickly packed up.

What a genius. So proud of myself. At least I have plans. And you know what? Today morning, I was made into a fool by my teacher. I didn't want to read a Chinese book today, so I pretended I didn't remember it was a Chinese-storybook day. But the teacher made me go back to the classroom to 'try and get a Chinese book back'. The classroom was locked and there was totally no storybook in my locker. I got out a Chinese Literature book. However when I got to the assembly ground, our class was already heading back to class. How dumb.

In the classroom, I continued my colouring of the door-know hanger. You see, before assembly, I found the classroom unlocked and my classmates were inside busy doing homework. So I went inside and took out my door-knob hanger. It was to be handed in by 8.30 am so it was first piority. Okay, so I didn't pioritise yesterday. But if I did my door-know hanger first, I wouldn't have been done with the research for the Home Economics project. Also, luckily I had did a quick sketch on the hanger before I packed, although I wasn't sure if I liked the design, but it wasn't time to be choosy. I had also borrowed colour pencils from a classmate. So I coloured, darkened the lines with a black pen-marker and filled up a stupid 'Anti-drug' competition form and wrote crap for the description of the 'artwork'. Please. I already forgot what the drug was(drawn on my hanger) plus the anti-drug booklet did not mention it. As in, the drug we see in drama series involving drug abusers, how the drug is put on aluminium foil and put over a flame, with the abusers using a straw to suck up the smoke. Maybe it wasn't like that, but NO TIME.

And one of the dumbest things I did again? I read. Because I was 'free' for now. I handed in my door-knob hanger and form. I heck cared about the prepartory work and I couldn't cut and paste when I haven't bought the sketch book.

During recess, it was more like work-time again. I drew some ideas I had playing in my head. Then realising that I needed a break, I got someone to accompany me to the bookshop to buy the book. I bought it then went back to work again. I didn't continue with the stupid prep work however. I tried to do my cutting and pasting only to realise that I misplace my scissors and couldn't find them anywhere. So I 'stole' one and started on the Home Econs. Until English. But I was still secretly cutting. Until Biology. Until lunch. I was chionging. I didn't eat. The same happened for Literature. By the end of Literature, I only had the appendix left, which I didn't print anything for. I had to write. But that stupid Yi Ying. She didn't complete hers and wanted to sabotage me. She told me she had personally asked teacher if she could hand in on Monday, which was after the holidays, and that she said yes. She didn't realise, that she sounded way too 'convincing'. She kept repeating to me that it was alright. I didn't even say anything!

Something to make Yi Ying ashamed of herself. During our practical(COOKING!!), Miss Yeo was doing the demo and then casually mentioned that students who handed in their report today will be given 5 marks straightaway. HAH. Although Yi Ying wasn't lying actually, but losing 5 marks! You think I would not hand in when I'm almost done, and lose 5 marks? What a idiot. Luckily, I had already expected this and planned to complete my report after the practical. All I had to do was write the appendix, number the pages and fill in the contents page. Also, when the teacher asked if she was done, Yi Ying told her she was almost done and told her she had the soft copy. So she would be still getting the 5 marks! HAH!Thank goodness for my good brain.

For the prepartory work, I spent like only 5 more minutes on it and handed in. I realise, the two projects, which were supposed to be homework for a week, was done in less than 3 hours. For art, it was done in definitely less than an hour. The only thing I had to worry about was the comic competition. But I already got through so long and the major problems were gone. Maybe I would fry my brain for a ingenious idea. And it seems to me that my CCA teachers never scold.

But still I hate CCA. Although I realised, it wasn't compulsory to submit an idea. Mr Tan was a slack teacher anyway. However my next surprise came. I knew he was a manga artist, quite famous, as I had seen his picture and drawing on the front page of LifeStyle newspapers 2 times. But I never realised that he had published a book! (I mean, I was uncertain.) And not only one! Also, one of the judges for the comic competition was Artgerm. I didn't know who he was until Mr Tan told me he had a DeviantArt page! YAY. He was a 'celebrity' right? And on DeviantArt I can easily connect to him (although I doubt I would)! So cool.

I'm so on the extreme edge today. Also, I realise I got REALLY REALLY TALKATIVE and have began talking like an act-cool American teenage girl. Because I felt like writing 'so' alot of times. Eg. That's SOOO not me. Must have been affected by these books. I better return them to the library soon and buy those Artemis Fowl books I want. SAVE UP.