I'm Hooked.

"Shitty Politicians have no pride."

I'm hooked with blogs.
I can't believe that I hated blogs. Now, I'm soooooo hooked with blogs. It's so nice to have a public diary of yourself. Anyway, I'm quite happy with the new layout. It's easier to manage and I finally added my friends' name into my page. I didn't know they added me already. In fact, I didn't even know they actually updated ... their blog. Well, can't blame it on me since they kept saying that they have not enough time ( or rather, lazy) to update their Blogger blogs.

Speaking of art yesterday ( refer to the previous post), I have plans of applying scholarship to UK after studying in XX Art School. Go to my Friendster blog to see my life plan.Actually I've been planning all the way but I didn't want to give myself a BIG pressure on art. Afterall, I should enjoy art. Not struggling to be the best. But last week, my art teacher said he actually went to UK to further his art course last year(more stories about him later). So I thought maybe I should apply scholarship to UK too. There's only one thing which is stopping me.. oh well, in fact, many things. One of it is that I want to be a comic artist faster. Sigh... life is sure hard when it concerns about your future. Getting a scholarship is not an easy task. And I don't want to make myself hate art. Like what I did with my studies.

Anyway, back to art teacher, he said he actually went to UK to further his studies last year. He said he actually decided to stop teaching. But when he arrived in UK, his passport and money were all stolen. He had to come back immediately. He said if his passport( and money) is still with him, he would not be teaching us today. He said he would ask someone to substitude him. I admit I was secretly happy when he said his passport was stolen or else, I need not take art for my SPM.... I can't think of anyone who's far better than him. I went to his art class since I was in Standard 3 and then I stopped when I was in Form 1. After that, I went back when I started Form 4.

My mom just phoned back and told me to ... well, clean my long and oh-so-messy table. It's really full of shit. But I have to say part of them are my older sister's things. And I have to clean it for her. If I am a superwoman(which is why it's impossible), I would grab her all the way back to our house and ask her to clean it too.
Sigh... I have to go clean it now. Baboi.

"Nothing is impossible, just unrealistic."