ALIVE

Hello! People of this big big Earth. Now, you guys might have wondered where I was or if I was still alive and kicking. My answer is obvious as hell. YES I AM STILL BREATHING. Just, more, how the French say, le rotting.

So, have beeen pretty lazy during this holiday. Unlike when I was still leaving at Bukit Timah, my friends would come into my house at 6a.m and wake the hell outta me up. But! I've recently been to Thailand. And, as a girl, bought a luggage full of clothes. Thanks to MUMMY&DADDY! Something that I've totally forgot to say! :P

I've suddenly thought of something called Art. Art symbolises creativity and expressing emotions, to me. Art can come from anything. Whether it could be a small potato made with paper eyes, nose nad mouth or something like dyeing the elephant pink. Okay, maybe not that, but it could happen.

Anyways! Back to my thought. I have decided that when I have a house of my own. I would make one room, the art roooom/chill rooom.

Let me elaborate. The art room is like a plain room being decorated by me with all sorts of pain, drawings and pratically anything that can be on the wall. That's the room where I can express how I feel or if I had a really bad day. I could splatter paint all over the room. Coool right?

The chill room. Simple. A sofa in the middle of the art room. For me to rest or when my friends come over and felt like doing some art and than we chill.

Right, I'm done. And yes, a pool table is still gonna be in the house of mine. In the future. haha.

kkk, bye! :D