Okay, I needa breath-eeeeeeee. Been doing art for about three and a half hours?
And that only covered up one third of the stupid drawing.

Snakey and I rushed to the art room for me to rush out my two tracings ----> She rushed home to get money while I continued rushing out my tracings ----> We rushed to GV to buy tickets for 11.40 a.m. movie.
"So you want two tickets for this movie? But it is 11.40 at night you know? Do you still want them?"
----End of story----

Anyway, she sounded kind, telling me repeatedly to be careful and not trip because I either banged into or trip over something in the art room just now.
Aah, brought back memories. It's okay, not gonna think about it because she hasn't changed and I don't want history to repeat itself. Her smile was exactly how it looked like when I first knew her. All right, all right, stop.

Guess you're right, God's will that we're friends. (Smiles)
Not that friend above there.

Now my head is heavy after all the painting and the rising temperature!

I can't switch on the air-con because the paints would dry so quickly that it looks like blotches and blots of paint when I add another colour. Deprived!
WARM
WARM
WARM
WARM
WARM

Why did I get so nervous about the Maths paper that I left so many questions undone?

Hmm, the wake's later. Uusure how the situation would be like.
I'm still thinking about it, still feel sorrowful, his dad is gone.
But I wonder, _____'s daddy, how does God look like?
How does Heaven look like?
Do you hear angels strumming their harps?
Must a be lovely paradise.
I'm aching to see God. I don't wanna doubt Your existence. Shoo, Satan!

Maybe I should, maybe I shouldn't.
I have to, I ought to
But I don't want to.

Yes, painting, back to you.