I got a new bag yesterday. Umm... in a manner of speaking, that is. It was originally a huge black rather "obiang" looking thing my mom got me from Hong Kong on her last business trip. Last night I was looking high and low for my "Much Ado About Nothing" (turns out it really was much ado about nothing, cos' I later remembered it was in my locker) and I dug out this bag on the way. And I was really frustrated with things, so I took my silver glitter fabric paint, sat down and started drawing. I'm rather proud of it actually.

The design isn't original. It was derived from something I vaguely remembered seeing on a T-shirt in Far East. Well I don't think they can charge me for it... I'm quite sure I didn't remember it very accurately. The problem is bringing it to school. On one hand, I think it's nice, and on the other hand, I think it's ugly. The only way to find out for sure is to bring it to school and watch the eyes of people who see it. Not what they say... what people say is never important. If you want an honest reaction you watch their faces. That's what I think anyway.

New pencil case, new haircut, new bag. New hairstyle, if and when I feel like it (I pin my hair a different way now). New determination to buckle down and study.

I like new things. It feels like you're beginning something over, even if you're not. I don't get new things very often... that takes the feeling away a little bit. My cat, on the other hand, likes only the old and the familiar. He's lying next to me now, playing with his favourite ball. I think he'd make an outstanding soccer player =)