Sunday, January 15, 2006

Anyway.

Here's a little snapshot of how my life is as of now.

School - New class & newer classmates. I don't really have a problem gelling with them and I don't particularly hate them. But I don't love them either. I've wonderful teachers for the year, but IDK. I don't feel the much talked-about hoohah of "finally being in the upper level". *shrugs* Maybe I'm just a little apathetic towards things right now but honestly, it all feels the same. Well, at least to me. :/

Photography - Apparently The President didn't have much public-speaking skills to give an impression to the little fledglings of us being little brats who beat poetry in The Village, so it was *drumrolls* Sha to the rescue. I had to adlib and improvise 99% of the time and reflecting on the jibbering I sprouted, I think I did a fairly decent job. Albeit being less-than enthusiastic on the second day, I pretty much nailed it, considering the fact that I managed to fish 20 people's interest to try out my Canon love within 7 minutes.

My fugly hair - I dyed my hair to a prettiful shade of black three weeks ago and it's faded a couple of tones and it's fading even more, showing the uflattering hues from the previous dye job. I'm not too sure if it's because of the procedures that's aggravating the fading problem or if the problem lies in the dye itself - I don't give a fuck about that anymore. What concerns me most is that my hair looks.. blah. It doesn't help the fact that my do's downright fugly when the cut's going crazy as well.
So I've decided that on my birthday, I shall cut & re-dye my hair. Because I'll be considering really carefully. But I think that merits a YAY! anyhoos, right?

Scars from a failed piercing incident - Those who've seen me through last year would've probably known that I used to have a labret piercing. Unfortunately, I didn't bother to upkeep it, and so it closed - thankfully- without any scarrings. So I thought 'Yeah, I should pierce my lower lip again. What are the chances of me getting a scar anyway?'. BEEEEP!! You're wrong, suckah. I gave up on body mods immediately when the whole thing was screwed up. Now, there's a scar and guess what? It didn't even make through the other end.

Apologies if this post bored the living fuckwits out of you but this might just be one of the last few posts on Carlos. So relish this as much as possible, losers.

P/S: I'm missing Leen & sexy soon kueh terribly. *drowns in sorrow*
I also think that the music from Grey's Anatomy's more smashing than you smashed er, grapes.

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