Saturday, February 21, 2009

When I Asked Papa To Come Home To Do My Art...

"Sorry girl, I can't come home so soon.
You know what would help?
Go outside and observe the flowers and leaves."

Sigh...
Observing those flowers might take even longer than to wait for Papa to come home...


I'm so tired.
I'm telling myself I'm not tired but my body keeps telling me I'm tired.
Get what I mean?

*enters moral class 30 mins late as usual*

My Moral Friend (because that's the only time I see him) :
"Hey Jess, another 10 more mins she's gonna give us a quiz. 5 essay questions choose 4. Chapter 1 and 2. 10% of overall grade"

Me :
*WTF?!?!??*

*few days later*

History Lecturer :
"Today is going to be a big day, I'm going to finish chapter 10 and give you all a quiz on chapter 5 and 6. Don't worry it's just fill in the blanks and true or false questions."

Me :
*WTF AGAIN?!?!?!?!^*&#^%*#$^%@*

*few more days later*

BenG : (on the phone)
Hey Jess, wish mummy Happy Belated Birthday for me.

Me :
Huh? What birthday............ *WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF*

*text Jo*

Me :
Please tell me you remembered mummy's birthday.

Jo :
):


Sorry mummy.....
We still love you very much!
At least Papa remembered!
He remembered for the first time after 10 years!


Sometimes I feel that it is so much easier to just numb yourself and go through everyday's motions. I know life is about the wonderful roller coaster of ups and downs but it is so much less tiring to just be monotonous. Gets you through Mondays much easier because Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursday will fly by, before you know it, it's TGIF.

It's about the journey, not the destination.
But sometimes, the destination is all you want and you want that right that moment.

Then perhaps if we were so numb we wouldn't get angry so easily, upset so easily; of course we wouldn't get happy either but sometimes, it doesn't seem to be worth the misery.

Crap Jess you sound so depressing...
*tries to be happy!*


But all that numbing soon leaves you to forget and forgo everything, everyone around you. You get sucked into that hole of nothingness and stopped looking back. You forget the nice, good heartaches life gave you. You forget the moment you stopped time because you were so happy and lost in the giggling scene. You forget the 'meaning of life' you stumble upon after all that anger, shame, sadness. You forget all of it contemplate diving into that black hole of nothingness.

Life is so fragile. Much too fragile.
So why do we still ponder long and tiring upon rights or wrongs,
only to find it inconclusive.

Jess needs some advice.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

You Know You're In Trouble When...

You take 15 minutes to find the glasses sitting right in front of you...
It always happen to me, especially when I'm late.

I basically have to go around my room like a blind woman touching every corner of my bed and every inch of my table hoping to be able to find it...


You ALSO know you're in trouble when -

10 different people have told you that your artwork looks like *insert the most creatively disgusting adjective you know* when you are having Art Appreciation class and your A depends on that artwork.

Sigh.
Why?!
WHY?!?
WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Why does Art Appreciation requires us to draw??!?!
WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Upon seeing artwork, my friend -

"*gasp loudly!* Jessica, *pats my shoulder* luckily your major is psychology not art."

Now at 1am, I'm still coloring my ugly painting hoping A in effort can make up for F in my whatever non-existence painting artsy skills. I have been coloring since 8pm. The painting has not change much except from fugly to 'AHHHHHHHHHH-MY-EYESSSSS fugly."

Why is God like that.
My Paps is a pretty good artist what.
How come I inherited none of those artsy genes?!


Doing this I suddenly recall that ALL my previous art and craft work in primary school has been done by Paps and Mummy. That 'menganyam' thing that looks so nice; yes, they took one whole night to finish it. That beautiful paining of the paddy field; Paps did it over the weekend. He enjoys painting and I enjoy eating junk food and watching television. See? Win-win situation!

For now I can only pray that Paps come back home earlier to finish my next artwork before I ruin it beyond salvage...

Sigh.........................

Why can't pigs fly??????????

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Jess is OK!

Just a little busy being a nerd.
This nerd deal is time consuming...
Now I know why nerds have weird looking hairstyles and acne problems.


Meanwhile please enjoy these!

I just want to be ok, be ok, be ok
I just want to be ok today
I just want to be ok, be ok, be ok
I just want to be ok today

I just want to feel today, feel today, feel today
I just want to feel something today
I just want to feel today, feel today, feel today
I just want to feel something today

Open me up and you will see
I'm a gallery of broken hearts
I'm beyond repair, let me be
And give me back my broken parts

I just want to know today, know today, know today
I just want to know something today
I just want to know today, know today, know today
Know that maybe I will be ok

Just give me back my pieces
Just give them back to me please
Just give me back my pieces
And let me hold my broken parts

I just want to be ok, be ok, be ok
I just want to be ok today
I just want to be ok, be ok, be ok
I just want to be ok today

I just want to feel today, feel today, feel today
I just want to feel something today
I just want to know today, know today, know today
Know that maybe I will be ok
Know that maybe I will be ok
Know that maybe I will be ok

Be OK - Ingrid Michaelson

Monday, February 02, 2009

Work that Paris! (that was sewwwwww last centurayyyyy)

So you know 'The Paris Hilton Pose' right?
(This is for my sad friends who don't)

Jess watches wayyyyy too much E!



Even a small girl also knows...tsk tsk tsk

Basically it's also known as the "over your shoulders look" and was popularized by none other than Paris Hilton.


Paris : "That's hot"

You usually need to rest either one or both of your hands on your hips, look over your shoulders and give a "that's hot" look to the camera.



"I'm FIERCEE!"

Males and females alike can do it. Don't worry, both genders alike give the same bimbo effect.

For Paris I think it's kinda like "Hey hottie I have not forgotten about your camera at the back, gotcha!"



But this pose is sewwwww last year.

I totally forgotten about it until Wood decided to try it herself.




Have a great Sabah-ing time Woody!
This is my gift for you! (: