The Dude Up In The Sky

Or the wise bearded dude sitting right up there in heaven with a throng of angels, or the dude who pretty much ruled all, or just simply what some people would say, God.

Anyways, I wonder if the dude up there really does hate me by cursing me with the number 10. My roll number's 10, I got 10th from bottom in class (the competitiveness of the 4th class. I can just imagine what position I would get in the 1st class), I have a tendency to get 10 out of 40 (no more, no less) on all my algebra tests no matter how many practice questions I did, and finally, I'm the 10th finalist in a poem recitation contest which I didn't want to enter at all.

Screw it all.

The final round's on Friday, which means I only have 2 days to prepare. No fair. Why do the seniors get a whole week to get ready while us juniors only have 2 days? And the fact that it's on a Friday mean that I really am going to be the last one to be tested on singing. Oh the joy. And Friday used to be one of my favourite days until secondary school, when my favourite day shifted to Sunday.

I reall feel like:

1. Whipping out an old poetry book from the library and select the longest, most epic poem just to spite a certain few people
2. Whipping out my old "Utterly Brilliant Poetry" book and select the most disgusting/weirdest poem I can find.
3. Whipping out my Children's Nursery Rhymes book that's been languishing at the back of a cupboard and select the shortest poem.
4. Reciting The Epic of Gilgamesh on the day of the finals to bore the judges to tears.
5. Use the poem "Make The Pie Higher" that's constructed out of Bushisms
6. Or just stick to the poem I originally intended to use: "A Tragedy"

Maybe you'd say I'm childish but still, which teacher would sign their students up for a contest without asking their permission first?

I Act Like A 15 Year Old! (?_?)

 Taken from Lilith's deviantart. Let's do something apart from rant for the 100th post.

[X] You know how to make a pot of coffee.
[ ] You keep track of dates using a calendar.
[ ] You own a credit card.
[ ] You know how to change the oil in a car.
[X] You've done your own laundry
[ ] You can vote in an election.
[X ] You can cook for yourself.
[ ] You think politics are interesting.

TOTAL SO FAR: 3

[ ] You show up for school late a lot.
[] You always carry a pen/pencil in your bag/purse/pocket
[] You've never gotten a detention.
[X] You have forgotten your own birthday.
[X] You like to take walks by yourself.
[X ] You know what credibility means, without looking it up
[] You drink caffeine at least once a week.

TOTAL SO FAR: 6

[X] You know how to do the dishes.
[X] You can count to 10 in another language.
[ ] When you say you're going to do something you usually do it.
[ ] You can mow the lawn.
[ ] You study even when you don't have to.
[X] You have hand washed a car before.

TOTAL SO FAR: 9

[X] You can spell experience, without looking it up.
[ ] The people at Starbucks know you by name.
[] Your favorite kind of food is take out.
[X] You can go to the store without getting something you don't need
[ ] You understand political jokes the first time they are said.
[X] You can type pretty quick.

TOTAL SO FAR: 12

[ ] Your only friends are from your place of employment.
[ ] You have been to a Tupperware party.
[X] You have realized that practically no one will take you seriously unless you are over the age of 25 and have a job.
[ ] You have more bills than you can pay.
[X] You have been to the beach.
[X] You use the internet every day.
[ ] You have been outside 3 or more times a day.
[ ] You make your bed in the morning.

Total: 15 

Wow. I act a year older than I am. Surprise surprise.And I'm bored, so I tag:

Choco
Celia
Ai Ning
Issabelle
Thong Jean

Knock yourselves out.

Oh The Joy

So, there's English week. And I got myself into a mess. Again. This time it involves a singing contest. Vivian asked me to play the piano during the contest. Problem is, the song is Breaking Free, it's 7 pages long, it involves notes more than an octave apart (short fingers make it difficult to play notes more than an octave apart) and I have less than a week to master it. What the hell??? And Vivian refuses to find another pianist even though I said that there's no guarantee that I'll be able to master the song when she first asked me. The poem recitation is a few days after that, and exams a few more days after poem recitation. Man oh man is my schedule screwed. I still have to study for physics, or Mou Mou's test paper would slaughter me.

Then I've been playing around with Paint Tool SAI. It's relatively popular with artists. I'm still playing around with it as I've no idea what do certain controls do. So far I've only been able to do line art. That's still a start, I guess. It all started to go downhill with coloring though.

It's still pretty much WIP though... I haven't figured out how to do the eyes yet.