This room I am in, I can say without doubt, must certainly be the seventh circle of hell for the eardrums.  Just outside to my left, four guitars going on at the same time, all playing different songs (thankfully now reduced to one). And outside, the neighbours are blasting the drivel that is known to most as pop. Our teacher asked us on the first day of class that if we could pick any one person, who we wanted dead in the world. The first would be Justin Bieber. But I imagine I'd have to beg god for more to add said neighbours to the list. Mrmm.

On a side, I finally got round to watching Batman! And at the end of it all I could think of was, 'Omg, poor Bane.' Yeaaaahh. I felt. . . I don't know. I know how its supposed to be an awesomely good movie, and yes it is, but I still left feeling. . . underwhelmed. I don't know. Its probably just me being annoyed at where I was seated and the light from a friend's phone from her constant texting/checking throughout. How it irks me to no end! I never wanted to crush anything more. Man. I think. The only reason I'm not violent with objects, is that I can't bear to clean up the mess afterward.

Now they're playing chinese songs. Ughhhh. Hands now clasped together, eyes toward heaven, mouth begging god to strike them all down with lightning.

Groan. Its five in the morning. T_T and I am still doing work. I know. I shouldn't be ranting. Or complaining. Seeing as how I've brought this upon myself. I think I am about to lose my no-all-nighters-yet virginity. HAH. Clearly I have never been any more lazier or unmotivated than I am now. Yawn. Sigh.

After this, it is slightly safe to say that I will be most enthused in doing my work, and not procrastinating/sleeping like a bear/stressing out at the last minute. Although. Deep breath. I can't even feel stressed now. My brain has flatlined. I don't know how I'm going to make it through the day. Groan.

:[] I have no talent for holding my tongue. But that much I imagine you already know.

Yesterday at cell, after everything was done and everybody was chilling and chatting, a friend picked up Jo's violin and started playing. I imagine she hadn't played in a long time from the sound of it. Anyway! She started playing 'Twinkle twinkle little star' and nothing else over and over again. And at some point I blurted out, completely without thought or tact,

"That star is dying."

Merde! And I can't say that I am even repentant for it.

Skulls and Ducks

I hardly ever dream at night (day dreaming would be another matter entirely, but we shall not speak of those things now). ANYWAY! I had the most screwed up dream last night. 


I had dreamt that I was going to get a tattoo. Not as random as it sounds I assure you! For a while now I've been admiring them, especially those that adorn the entire arm or half the body. Certainly not the half assed gay butterflies that wussies get or the ho-tags :[] and especially not your lover's name on your arm or ass or on whatever appendage you seek to adorn said name with. 


Alright! I'm in this old mansion (oddly enough, not a tattoo parlour) which has been divested of all of its furniture, sans a dentist's chair in the middle of an open room. (HOW DODGY IS THAT) This is sounding more and more like a horror scene about to happen. It is late evening at the golden hour, where the sunlight is warm and orange, casting everything in its golden glow. So we're good...for now. UNTIL THE SUN SETS AND THEM GHOSTS START COMING OUT. AND THEN YOU'RE TRAPPED IN THE MANSION ALL NIGHT WITH NO HOPE OF SURVIVAL. Pfft. Haha. Anyway. 


I climb into the chair, and oddly enough, my arms are already stencilled in (but hey, its a dream, so what happens just happens) and I have yet to see my tattoo artist. At that moment she waltzes through the door in all her glory.


 And lo and behold. Its my. ....Godmother. Like WHAAAT. How screwed up is this dream. I remember eyeing her suspiciously as she settles down to work, about to make this a very expensive and permanent mistake on my part. But she is all confidence and experience as she gets to work on my arm. As the needle breaks skin and I wince from the pain I realize it is no where near as painful as I had imagined it to be or heard it described. It feels like a trip to the dentist, where fear makes everything seem so much worse. So I think my predecessors wussies and crybabies, then in a semi lucid moment, realize that this is a dream, and I would probably be crying like a wussy/crybaby if it actually happened. She finishes inking in my arm, and then moves to my face. And I'm thinking, I don't remember my face being stenciled. Maybe it was and I just didn't know it. The tattoos on my arm look incredibly awesome, and I'm thinking I must've gotten a Maori tattoo for my face (honestly what else would you get, if not a tribal pattern for the face or ink it like a skull like Rick Genest did). The sweet old lady I have for a tattoo artist is finished and tells me I can go see her finished work in the adjoining bathroom. She takes her leave, and I wonder why she doesn't just hand me a mirror. 

I get up off the chair and walk to the bathroom, eager to see what my face looks like. And BEHOLD! I stare in horror at my face. 


AN ANGRY DONALD DUCK. SMACK IN THE MIDDLE OF MY FOREHEAD. The absolute horror! My face pales and I'm thinking how expensive it will be to get this removed, and how painful it might be and how if I don't laser it off, that I'll have to wear concealer on my forehead for the rest of my life. 

And mercifully I wake up and sink back into the bed and realize it was all a nightmare. And that I never have to live with donald duck on my forehead. Ever. 


I shall never look at that damn bird the same way again. I can only ever be filled with loathing for it. If this nightmare wasn't a sign from God to never get a tattoo, I don't know what is. 

So. It all began when I didn't turn off my laptop for . .. I can't remember how many days on end. WHICH REALLY ISN'T THAT BAD. Considering that I have friends that don't turn theirs off for months/years and keep count for the hell of it. Anyway! It froze at the desktop screen and refused to do anything else. After several failed attempts and moments of denial, I gave up and took it to the shop.

And the nice guy in dreadlocks tells me he can't do anything either. And that he needs to send it in for repairs. And it will probably take 4 business days. So I will probably get it back the following week on Wednesday. After many phonecalls, miscommunications, and false reassurances I finally get my laptop back. T_T squeaky clean with a

new hard drive. WHYYY. I sent it in on the..30th of last month. And I got it back this Thursday.

And I have just realized. ALL MY MINECRAFT STUFF IS GONE. Super sad face. I was uber proud of my house. Mrmm. T_T And of course all the wonderful memories, photographs etc. etc. And portfolio work. And all the Helium High stuff. Which I was relatively proud of.

Mrmm. :( Ahh well. I HAVE LEARNED MY HORRIBLE HARD LESSON. Back up the shit on your comp. Because the stuff that happens to everyone else will always happen to you. It is as if Misery has a checklist I think.

On the plus side, I was so lazy with schoolwork that I didn't

lose much/anything when I lost all the data. Thank God. See. Procrastination is not always a bad thing. OH. And I'm getting to watch Mary Poppins FOC. (Suhweet) Because I got too lazy to buy the ticket immediately when I found out that a whole group of friends were going. And suddenly! A free ticket appears! And I'm the lucky winner. Huhu. See. Procrastination. Not always as bad as you'd think.

I'm now a semi paranoid person. And am backing up all the stuff I have. I'm even too scared to put too much stuff on this new hard drive. =.= In case it all dies again. Hmm.

When they returned my laptop, they put my old hard drive in a neat plastic bag. THIS FEELS LIKE THE DENTIST. AND MY HARD DRIVE FEELS LIKE AN EXTRACTED TOOTH.

WHAT IS THIS LAH WEI.

On a random note. I bought Rockwell by Parra stickers! (pictures of which I won't put up here. Since its abit. HRMMM.)

Anyway! Super happy. Then my housemate called me a small kid. And before that another housemate told me I smile like a kid/have a child like smile while we were waiting out in the cold and she said something random. Like ;[] how am I supposed to react to that @_@ I know I grin like a moron lah. But meh.

WHEN I GET A DOG I'M GONNA CALL HIM FRANK.

Already loving it.

Soooo, for class we had to design a magazine spread. And that picture was one of the images I drew for it. When we were presenting the final spreads in class, my teacher took a look at it and said, smiling, "Oh. Is that me?" And I blurted out, "No. I didn't draw the wrinkles in."

LIKE OMG A;LSDKFJLKSDJFL SKJDF;LA SJDFL WHAT THE HECK DID I JUST SAY. And everyone in class went OOOOOOOOO, like when you say something you shouldn't have. OH DEAR GOD. Apparently I insult everybody now. I am failing this class. Huhu. Even if I graduate, and do well. I'm never going to make money. Because. I'll just end up insulting all of my clients. Mrmm hmm.