You have got to be kidding me. Art was never as tiring as this one. I feel like I've grown 20 years older. It didn't help when Debbie started calling me "Grandma Fishball" because I was making her doing her colour studies for her canvas. Seriously, she must make a little effort for her Art, even if she dislike the subject.
Disclaimer: If you (other than Debbie) calls me "Grandma Fishball", you'd wish you've never been born once I get my hands on you.
Let's see, art class started at 8.00am, but I reached school at 8.20am. I was in no rush really; I wanted to be late for art. However, my Art teacher (I shall refer my art teacher as "it" so as to stay safe. I don't want to get tracked down for "insulting" my teacher.) would not arrive till it was 9.30am. We knew he forgot about our lesson, again.
So we spent the whole day devoted to art (with breaks in between, of course) . Debbie suddenly became the "Miss Toilet Universe" with a roll of toilet paper on her head. Sarah and I took pictures of Debbie in the roll of toilet paper with our phones (that's her photo shoot). Then we took her speech, which went something like this:
"I want to thank my Mom, and My Dad... and I wish toilet cleanliness for all!"
What a memory to remember. Oh yeah, Debbie also brought in a sweet for Daphne. The packaging was very innocent: "I Love Singapore". However, the sweet itself wasn't all that innocent. It made the I-hardly-ever-cry Debbie and Daphne teared. I didn't dare to try it. The emotional me would probably be crying real rivers for Singapore.
Well, I'm tired. I spent 90% of my energy on paint my canvas, 9% of my remaining energy on bringing my canvas (which is half my size when held horizontally) home, and the last 1% typing this post. Time to sleep...zzzzzZZZZzzz...
Tired Smiles, - Sakura
-------------------A world Of PeaCe--------------- ; {11:09 PM}
