艺术之夜

相隔两年 再度拿起画笔 为的不是自己 为的竟然是我家大少爷

跟我说要涂水彩 结果拿给我的却是POSTER COLOUR

算了 他连水彩和POSTER COLOUR都不会分辨

以前的我也不会分辨 上中学后 我被强迫上美术课 也照样被强迫分辨水彩和POSTER COLOUR

被强迫学习美术 被强迫拿画笔 被强迫画画 被强迫涂水彩

总之一切都在被他人强迫下中规中矩地进行 没有一件事情是我自愿的

也许在美术日夜的熏陶之下 我的艺术细胞逐渐生长

又也许是我纯粹的怕输 所以硬着头皮去上了额外的画画课

要知道虽然PMR没有美术这一科 可是平时学校里的大考小考 美术都会算进总分里 直接影响排名

又又也许我只是因为朋友去 所以我也去 人啊 有时候就是比较肤浅

像我这种有严重健忘症的病患 忘记自己为了什么去做某件事也是很天经地义的事

我出席了画画课 我不是那种会在幼稚园和小学志愿栏位填下歪歪斜斜"画家"两个字

没有浓烈的兴趣 没有优秀的天赋 所以我额外努力的结果 也不可能赶上皮加索

顶多只有自己在那里白痴傻笑 孤芳自赏"哇!我进步了耶!"的程度 老师连抬头看两眼都懒

我要解释一下 老师会看第一眼也是最后一眼 因为我缴学费了

如果他不做做样子 可真笨 打烂自己招牌 接着我会到处去宣扬老师的恶行恶状 害他丢饭碗

这个假设给老师的教训是 不要得罪学生哦! 哇哈哈! 尤其是像我那么狡猾又邪恶的学生

我最记得我画的一幅素描 老师从旁指导 促使我完成我人生中唯一最美的一幅画

画里有两棵树 黑白的色调看起来挺孤独 那是秋季的树

光秃秃的枝桠 反射树叶凋零的无奈 这是我本人的解读

我的画画程度应该不能让看的人明了到什么

回到昨晚 乱涂乱擦 很累也很爽 想当年我这个缺乏艺术细胞的笨蛋把整个周末花在完成美术作业

往往累得我手酸背酸 不是美术份子 完成作业的姿势就是狼狈

哪像艺术家完成巨作后潇洒又有型的模样 染上彩虹色系的白色T恤衬托出疲惫脸上耀眼的微笑

多有调调 可惜我不能唱周董的同一种调调 因为咱们不同调调啦

结束时间 十二点三十分 夜幕低垂 剩下我留给这不起眼的画 一次欣赏的目光 一次仔细的端详

下次还会再拿画笔吗?

每年最头大的时候

世界上所有人不可能拥有十全十美的容貌 如果每个人都长同一个样子 这样也不是办法

这样的世界太枯燥乏味 所以每个人都有自己与众不同的容貌

也许我们会认为某人和某某人长得相似 但也只是相似 不是一百巴仙的一模一样

而且每个人看法不一致 你说他长得像林志玲 其他人可能会白眼你

身材也是一样 有些人食量惊人 可是就是怎么吃也不胖 那些食物的营养不知道流失到哪里去了

叫人摸不着头脑 我实在佩服得五体投地

有些人只要维持正常三餐 饮食均衡 玲珑的魔鬼S曲线已突现得恰好

另外一种是天生基因遗传 不吃东西 体重秤也会和他过不去 听起来真是伤感

还有一种就像我 骨架大得吓死人 所以也重得吓死人 除了臀部和腹部肉感较佳 其他地方都可以摸到骨

我只要稍微肥胖 这种状态已能帮助我升级为肥胖人士

肩膀宽 盘骨宽 刚好假期太闲 忍不住跟我爸埋怨干嘛不射Y 我想当男生

我的身材比较适合当男生啊

呃..我差不多离题了 因为身材不好 所以每年这个时候 也就是扫年货的季节 我的头开始膨胀

大到要爆炸 身材不好 买新衣需要经历重重困难 穿起来太胖 不行 价钱太贵不行

选到适合的衣服鞋子 可是适合自己尺寸的却清空 如此如此这般这般 我的头越来越大

真想拿九把刀把我身上上上下下里里外外的赘肉都清除 再拿去猪肉档卖赚点外快

反正现在他们也缺货 新闻每天都在报 他们每天都在烦 我算是他们的小救星吧

BUT 抄袭九把刀说 人生最令人意外加肚烂的就是这个BUT 我这样失血过多 还没买到衣服就已经死翘翘啦

新年可以许个愿吗? 我不要当肥婆

undang test

i pass my undang test...but it's weird that i don't feel happy or either sad...

i got 5 wrong answer...emm...perhaps i can modify he lyrics...~i got the wrong answer~i got the wrong answer~

my dad expects me to pass...if anything out of control, i think my dad will sigh...long and long...

dad seems busy and my mum seems in bad temper...

i feel like i am a prisoner, vacation should be interesting ... pleasing ... exciting ...

my life is unlimited boring... it's torturous living with a bomb because i have no idea when it will explode...

last year, i can be in school to avoid her.it's sad to know that i had graduated and i have no place to stay in order to run away from her.

it's just some tiny problem but she keeps murmuring and scolding make me really mad.

i have to calm down and control my mouth with all my strength to make sure that there is no saliva war between us.

sien~~~sien~~~sien~~~sien ah!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

torture

my heart is struggling now. the feeling of uneasy floods me. i just don't have a absolutely sure answer for myself.

who know my future? i wanna go to the concert!!!

my dad said i can watch it in the future when i have grown up completely... when i become independent... when i got a job and able to spend this money...

i don't think the reason he used to persuade me is correct at all.

so i began a debate with him.

i explained to him that s.h.e is not young anymore, they may marry and form their own family after that end up their singing career.

he took alan tham(is it this spelling? i mean the tham principal) as an example who still active in his singing career even though he is in old age.

i insisted to see gorgeous, charming and adorable s.h.e in person.this is what playing in my mind.

i don't want to see them first time in person as a group of old women with ugly wrinkles.

BUT he couldn't understand my thought...he said s.h.e with wrinkles is also s.h.e.

he made me almost vomit blood in front of him.

haiz...this is the generation gap between an old dad and his young and innocent daughter.

i was so angry with him as he refused me with safety problem.

i can't go alone.so i immediately invited my friend.

i sms them and got the information about the concert from the newspaper.

he was looking at me rummaging in order to find the newspaper.finally, he spitted out this sentence " 你跟s.h.e的缘分还没到!"

this made me mad!mad!mad! i was burning in rage. however, my EQ is not low.

i was rational enough to ignore him...

i want! i want to go!i want to go the concert!!! waiting for the conclusion!

a day in salon

this was not the first time i straightening my hair, but it was my first time to straighten my hair in a salon.

the official first time straightening my hair was in my grandma's house and my cousin did it for me.

my bro asked me before why i don't want to perm my hair curly? i just said i don't want to look older since i have a mature appearance.

the skinny girl straightened my hair.she is cool in my eyes though other people may consider her as lala mui.

she highlighted her hair.she looks good with those pairs of smoky eyes and possesses the "rock" feel of 黄美珍.

actually i couldn't see her clearly because i didn't wear my spectacles.

is she a beauty? i have no idea.

i think my poker face scared her.she tried to chat with me using a combination of mandarin plus cantonese.

she spoke mandarin with a strong cantonese accent.

she put some chemical on my hair firstly.that got a irritating smell.

after that, she wrapped my head with a plastic bag and put a silver tayar machine above my head.

that silver tayar turned round and round above my head like a ballet dancer.it released heat thus made me felt hot.

then she washed my hair.this was the very first time washing my hair in a salon.

after that, drying-->straightening -->putting some chemical-->washing-->drying-->cutting

it was a bit complicated with so many steps and tired being a doll for other people to control.

the skinny girl was chewing gum and humming a tune as the radio playing pop music in the entire process.

two of them in the salon wondered why i didn't go to school.haha...i had graduated la!but i am confused about the auntie who gave me tomato sauce this morning.

i am not a child anymore! please don't give me tomato sauce...i hate it!

this is the report for today...i will not wash my hair for 2 days...smelly...

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