Hello.

Today I wasted a lot of time that could have been put to good use. Syadza ditched me today to go for lunch with her cousin, so I went home right after school with one of my seniors. Anyway, I travelled all the way to Jurong feeling tired and thirsty and eager to jump into bed for a long nap, just to find that I didn't have my keys and the house was empty. :(

My mom told me to go to the library and so I went. Spent two hours hiding in a not very obscure corner reading this book on portrait drawing/painting. I thought it was pretty useful so I borrowed it along with this other one on acrylic painting techniques. I've flipped through it, and it looks interesting enough.

I don't think my portraits are that good; they tend to look flat, sometimes not very proportionate or like caricatures. I think they're kind of interesting though, and I suppose I just like the fact that they're fun to draw. Even if I'm not too good at drawing now, I'm sure I'll get better with practice and major doodling sessions.

My mom made me promise her the other day that I would never pierce anything else again. It was an unexpected request from her, but I agreed to it. I know it's normal for parents to be against the idea of their kids having bits of metal sticking out of their faces, but it's not as if I said anything about wanting that in the first place. But then again, it seems like a pretty cool experience, although I'm not really enthusiastic about the pain and the infections you risk getting. Actually, I think I can take the pain. It's just those moments when you manage to sneak a fearful look at the stapler-esque thing and you're anticipating the sharp jab that I find extremely agonizing. Still, however much it hurts or doesn't hurt, snakebites, nose rings, barbells etc. are not on my wish list.

Tattoos on the other hand are somewhat appealing. However, I'm not into those tribal designs or stuff that look like they're meant to intimidate you. I think rainbow tattoos are cool. One time, I saw this girl in the MRT with two identical rainbows on the back of both calves. They were at the same level and turned in a little so that when she stood with her legs together, half of each rainbow was hidden and the remaining halves joined to form one rainbow. I thought it was clever and really pretty. I want!

Thing is, I can't imagine being old and limp and saggy with crippled, wrinkly rainbows drooping sadly on the backs of my calves. I bet they won't even be colourful anymore once the liver spots start to set in. I don't think I can make the decision to keep something like that my whole life, and plus, what if the tattoo doesn't turn out the way I like it? And then there's the pain. At this point, the thought of it makes me wanna curl up into a ball, but as with piercing, I think I'd be able to stand the pain.. Or maybe not. I have no idea.

Maybe I could use those fake tattoos! You know, the ones you press onto your skin and wet. They last for a few days and they don't hurt. So cool.

Kay I am getting lame so I will quit talking about this. Actually, I'll just stop talking altogether.

Goodnight!