NINE

Ne-ah ha ha ha ha! (:

The first dog that i had, Sydney<3

What is left of my aunt's brood. (:
(with one more missin female retriever, Helen..)

shit i'm gettin emotional to boot.

so it isn't only angst and a temper.

soon i'll go through an emotional overdrive!

i feel like art is taking a strain on my patience.

the work load is like I------------------------I (this much)
and time is only I-I ( that much)

the teachers keep sayin .. u finish this by end of august, then got time to do ur other subs.
like hell there's time!
if i spent more time on my other subs from august onwards, i'd be screwin up my future!
its as if they readily assume the only subjects i'm interested in is art.
they assume that our dream job is to be an artist to create our own form of movement, like
de stijl or fauvism, or something random like them.
they assume that since they like art so much so would i
(or rather "we" the art students of YJ).

then they say," got long weekend right?
GOOD
then can do more work!"
has it ever occurred to them that EVERY OTHER teacher would be sayin the EXACT same thing and loading us with THEIR share of throat choking work that WILL squeeze the life out of living??
seriously,
i dun see how not havin a life of their own makes them liable
of suppressing ours to be half its potential!

alas for the sight of an A grade we are subjected to their willful commands and wishes.

degraded to servitude!

well well well.

WELL.

ah,
11 days!!!

it must be an auspicious day cause i feel much happier as the day of his return approaches!
such a change in attitude deserves some approval. ((:

i now understand the lure behind owning a livejournal account.

but i shall be obstinate, and hold my ground!

blogger SHALL prevail!

for now...

i miss him.. sobs.

12 more days!!!
2 more weekends to live without him before i finally get to see him on a WEEKDAY! ((:

soon.

i think my dad's a queer, weird person.
(it prob explains my odd nature.. hmmm)
here's a the scene that just happened:

he walks into my room,
the door is open while i was doin some art sketches
(why art? cause it badly needs catchin up, or no A for me!).
and dun ask me y my door is open, it just is.
and NOT because my parents haf some secret
power over me that u dun noe of,
nor is it becuase they love me so damn much
to want to see me every single time they walk
past my empty door frame.
NO.
anyway, he walks in and starts sayin... "MOB...tv. MOB...tv."
mimicking the loud monotonous voice of the guy in the advert.
to my presence, he remained taciturn.
and then sayin one more, " MOB...tv" he made his solemn and
uneventful exit.
completely ignorant to my giggles!

seriously, wad do u think of that?

haha.
there's no end to the hilarity of life.
sometimes its just one big joke after another.

alright, i've set up a livejournal for the SOLE PURPOSE of peekin into the live of ppl whose profile are set under lock and key.

so troublesome la.

alright.. my heart aches... *blubbers*

15 more days!

myeuphorium.livejournal.com

Love,
is a many splendored thing.
It lifts you up,
when u are down.
And holds you tight,
so you would not fall.



shuddup elvis, i hear u groaning about me spewing mushy stuff again.
kill me, i think thats the only way.
it is,
the better way. (:

sixteen days.
sigh..

the singapore weather is mad.

its like some spoilt kid goin on a rampage. ha.. cho. HAHA!

okok, that's not nice.

*solemn*

some fotos from the arab dinner i had wid the breasties
(those new to this, "breasties" is coined, and not a typo)

let ur eyes FEAST!










































































































(this last one was at the village hereen. slurps)

makes u agree that we ahf to LIVE to eat and not eat to live.

CHEERS to THAT!

1 more round pls.

while walkin back, i saw sparrows snuggling into sand.
tossing bits into the air, creating a comfy hole of which to huddle in.

makes you think, if only life could be carefree and easy.
how one can just fly away if life gets too hard to bear,
like a sparrow does when it senses danger.

well, too bad.
who ever said being human was the best deal, they got it so wrong.

and whoever thought that world peace was possible, must haf been a patient in an asylum.

there's no such things as miracles,
just as there's no such thing as peace,
as long as george bush is the president of the US.

hypocrisy must be a trait that all ppl share,
cause i see it all over, everywhere.

wanting to go mass comm is prob one of the hardest reachin dreams thus far.
wad, a portfolio showing any record of public writing? (journalism of any sort)
wad the fuck.
and the next best things to show, to sidle into favour:
m-cee
photojournalism
poetry slam
works from a writing comp

my future is screwed for i dun even haf those basics!
talk about being thrashed before even startin a match.

the fight hasn't even started
and i'm halfway defeated!

journalist my ass.
doin sports must haf been my biggest curse in life.

i should haf been a cheetah in this life.
to run like the wind,
to be shot down to get on with the next life in line.

wadeva, i dun give a damn no more.

i shld haf gone to ngee ann mass comm
when it was offered to me on a GOLDEN PLATTER.

now i see it, sports is my ultimate weakness, my archilles heel.

where's mr lee when i need him la.

i hate my life.

i've suddenly dropped into lazy mode again.

you know the feelin u get after getting hyped up to get things done
and then suddenly u're overwhelmed by this feeling of lethargy.

yea. that's wads happening to me.

i juz hope it won't come as it approaches Alvls, or even during it.
can't afford such.

i can't take it Elvis, i HAVE to talk abt him.
i haf to pour out my sorrow :
i miss him.
i keep havin this exhilarated feelin
i always get in finally being able to see him aft a long week.
then i remember he's not goin to come back till aft 19 days.
sigh. at least its passed the 3 weeks mark. that's the ONLY comfort i take in. ):

when life's a bitch, u suck it up, right?
yea.

but
when ppl become bitches?

that's a really good question,
but i guess u can be a bitch urself.

u're entitled to it.

amen!

ok, so according to ching lin's calendar, there's still.. 21 days!?
B***** M***** F*****!!!

sigh.

oh yes:

22 days left.

(((:

Sigh.
he's gone to taiwan, YET again.

three weeks and two days,
that's 23 freakin days!

i'm not sure where the ministry of defense gets their ideas,
but they def do not score with girlfrens out there.
Particularly, at this very moment, with ME. /:

i foresee a mood filled with angst, and impatience.
not that i already am like that in person.

u haf been fore warned, so live with it.

(divergence)
scored so so in block test, surprise of all surprises.
B-C-D, h1:C, GP:S, almost the same as promos
i mean its a good start for the year since i din take my block test 1
due to the bloody orientation. but i haf hope.
but not to be overly complacent,
i shan't blabber on too much.

like calv said (nag nag nag.. HAHAHA (: ), " study hard to prove you are smarter. "
geez man, i dun haf to prove it, i already am! (((:

i love him!
lets all cheers to that.




















aiyo aiyo.. SO HANDSOME SEH. haha. <3

Love will remain a mystery
But give me your hand and you will see
Your heart is keeping time with me

What a feeling in my soul
Love burns brighter than sunshine

I'm yours and suddenly you're mine
Suddenly you're mine

What is WITH the stagnancy of this horrific existence of a blog?!

p.s.: Expect posts of extreme inconsistency.

Signed truly,
Ching Lin
040407

i watched some you tube video on the diff between how men and women bathe.
its pretty hilarious.
and wadeva they showed is pretty much true.
based on my parents. hur.




















a day at vivo.
he's the collected. i'm the outraged.
i think the photo says it all. (: