Ever since I've stepped into the year of seniority, its so damn stressful, like, tiring. And I think the only perfect time for me to blog now is only on weekends.
I can't believe tomorrow is Flag Day. Like, I know I'm nice but I'm not that nice to be willing to collect money from stingy Singaporeans. Come on people, 20 cents would do! Or less! It's the thought that counts, right?
So, if you see me somewhere on the streets at Woodlands area and telling you to donate, please do. Before my devil horns come out because I'll be standing there almost the whole afternoon.
Other than that, this not-accepting-each-other thing is really bugging me. After reading Dee's recent blog post that is. I mean, we're a family, and I've been taught that no matter how cruel, how selfish, how stupid, how bad they are, they're gonna be your famiy - a part of you - even if you succeed to get to heaven. But due to all this hatred? I don't think they'll make it, no offence. I've learnt for the past 14 years plus that hate is something you shouldn't possess because it does things to you. Bad things, really really bad.
I have enemies, but that doesn't mean I hate them my whole life. People change. But I think the most important thing to remember is if you, yourself, should be accepted. If you can't learn to let people accept you for the way you are, why hate others?
I'd like to personally thank Ms Melissa for sharing about having the wrong attitude towards life really makes not only your social circle but almost your life, meaningless.
Problems aside, my dad just got a new maid. Her name's kinda funny. Something that sounds like Sheera's pathetic nickname - Yuyu. Hahahaha.
But okay, so far, she's been really good to us and that's what matters most. Finally my dad's house looks so organized.
After school, almost the whole art students went to the NAFA open house. Well, the school looks old but of course it should, its been there for almost 70 years, am I right? But the courses and the artworks were simply... wow.
And can I just let out something here - someone's bothering me in school. But not that I care much but I just want to get back at him for calling me Enot(A fat girl's name).
I wouldn't mention names but I think people would totally make a right wild guess after I say this ; He is almost taller than the pole that your mummy uses to dry clothes under the sun. And from the stories I've heard(and seen but I'm not pretty sure), he has a natural stud hole above his lips and under his nose. And sometimes if I get mad at him, I feel like putting chopsticks through it. Why? Because it'll make his eating habits much easier, I think. :)
I know I shouldn't sound so mean. But he deserves it.
And I feel so bummed that...
next thursday is Heroes's last episode.
No more Sylar the gay villian.
:(
Oh, have I mentioned how weird he looks in the new upcoming Star Trek movie as Spock? HAHA
