Before I start with anything, I dyed my hair:

It’s golden-brown now. I didn’t really bother on picking the colours, just dyeing for the sake of covering up my black roots. Yeah, I know I just dyed my hair like a few weeks ago, but the last colour was so pale and all it did was dulling my original colour and failing to cover up the black roots, so. Fourth colouring in 6 months. I hope my hair isn’t going all shitty. Oh hair, I do love you honestly. I miss my curtain fringe.

Ignore my overly-bright face, it’s the flash. Did some good though, covers up my high profile pimples (quoting Zhann who asked her pimples to be low profile). Im eating more veggies to make them leave my face.

Being a vegetarian doesn’t make me particularly in love with veggies. I eat carbs most of the time so I don’t see myself with increasing health value, just that I feel a little bit better knowing my tame, furry friends did not get slaughtered for my appetite’s sake.

Okay, so… the thing is, I like… arts. I mean, I like to draw and drawing is a part of arts, so. Well, I have never really doubted myself on being good in this field, the main reason is that I have never been completely exposed to the competitive world where ‘the strong survives, the weak dies’. So that means to say I actually think I’m good in this. Which can be so wrong.  So. Very. Wrong.

There was a new 5-year-old who enrolled in the tuition center I work for. His name is James, a banana boy (banana by the meaning that he is a Chinese but neither understands nor speaks Mandarin, and is solely taught to speak in English). He was quite impatient on learning how to mix colours with colour pencils, and kept telling me:

Teacher, I want to lwearn pwainting.

(Teacher, I want to learn painting.) He’s got a cute w accent, like all kids do.

Teacher, I want to lwearn cwayon.

(Teacher, I want to learn crayon.)

Of which both are something I trust he will not be able to master at such a young age (no, I’m not underestimating, it’s true because I let him try the crayons), and I gently denied his request. In the end he got so impatient that I let him did his own drawing:

Superman’s Rocket

Erm, the messy spirals in the middle is a slide that kids play, cause ‘Superman’s rocket is nwice.’

He refused to go home when his dad came to fetch him, stalled for another half and hour then went home happily only after buying new colour pencils and scissors. His dad told us he draws everyday, everyday after dinner.

Wondering why I’m telling you this? Well, I was kinda jealous with this kid actually for being so interested in drawing at such a young age and I would say he’s born with the talent. Honestly I started doubting myself heavily on my potential after I got back from work. I suck, I would say. No, I’m not asking for my blog readers to come and console me to make me feel better, seriously, no. I’m making myself to swallow the truth (Take that, KiKi!).

Due to over super efficient and distracting Internet plus informative and distracting Facebook, I haven’t drawn nor read in ages. And I am going to an art school where (I think) a lot of talented/packed-with-interest people and possibly art geniuses are going (wait, I’m not saying that school is awesome but at least it’s an art school and some art people gotta assemble there somehow) this coming July, and I am still armed with many-year-ago/ caveman-era drawing techniques and I know (nearly) completely nothing about arts, I’m wondering how am I supposed to survive. Yeah. Not to mention I’m going to the most kiasu city on Earth, Singapore. Goash someone give me a survival guide? For my birthday, maybe.

God help me.

(Oh, sorry, I’m a free thinker =.=)

Such a long rant. Whatever.

Sigh.

P.s. Survival guide sponsor anyone?

LOve,

Stressed out KiKi

(It’s not making me losing any weight though.)

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