It’s already 5 plus-plus, I just completed another blouse with sleeves. I am not going to post the pictures, once bitten twice shy don’t know where my digicam is at now.
Today is Friday, the last day of my term. However, there are still work left unsettled for 3 subjects. One written report, one on drawing (not the design one I was talking about), another for sewing.
So many things, for just one more day.
I’m so sick of it.
Now it’s the last term week for me. But very silli-ly, I couldn’t focus on my work. Must be too overly excited bout the coming holiday…
I will not be handing in one of my final project (which is about designing a collection inspired by John Galliano and Christian Dior). I know I am goddamn slow in many things I do, illustrating, drawing, and even blogging. So I am very aware I cannot complete that work within two days. Furthermore, my angmoh lecturer has already given me a D.
What the hell. Suka Suka, anyhow give D. The other time I was late, I also didn’t get a D lorh. Doing it for her grade and comment just don’t interest me anymore. So I am going to give it up and concentrate on other work. Silly I know, risky I know.
But of course, I will complete it during my coming holidays (woo hoo!) so I can put into my portfolio. People have been telling me to “anyhow do for the grade lah”, but fuck them. Anyhow might as well don’t do, no?
And sibei annoyingly, you know what Moley Rapper said?
“I can lend you some of my illustrations from last time…” “Fuck lah, you think I so lousy meh?!”
I know I was very rude. I know he was trying to help me out. I also know he is VERY good in illustration too. BUT, our styles are different. So what the point of even mentioning it?! Are you saying I suck?
No self respecting designer will copy or rip-off another’s work and proclaim it is done by him/her. (well, if your friend helped you(hehehe, hello Jem!), just stfu and don’t claim credit!) There is this Ten Commandments For Designers, and one of which is,
Thou shalt not exploit thyself nor suffer thyself to be exploited by others.
It is either you agree with me, or you’ll think I’m another goddamn stubborn and egoistic cow.
And welcome people!
I had initially wanted to move my old entries over. Then I decided against it. Wah lao, 90 over entries leh! Sibei sian lorh. Besides, I can’t move the comments over anyway, so let’s just forget it.
I didn’t expect to get this new blog up and running within days (two days to be exact). These two days have been excruciating!
When I feel lazy, I want to blog. Then I realised I can blog no more. When I feel pissed, I want to blog. Then I realised I can blog NO MORE. When I feel stressed, I want to blog. Then I realised I GOT NO MORE BLOG!
I mean, I may not churn out multiple entries per day unlike some others, but you know, the notion of thinking of what to blog, brainstorming within the topic, and trying to mind-write an entry in one’s head, can be a relieve in itselve! So when I realised I have no more voice, I just couldn’t see the point of mind-writing. Afterall, I will forget what I wanted to say by the time my new “place” is done up.
If you are using bloglines, you can actually read the old entries if you want to by selecting “Display items within” option, which is at the bottom if you click on my old feed.
Ahh.. and speaking of Bloglines, do update my feed okay?
Just a stupid thought, I had thoughts about starting blogs that begins at every new semester and end it when the holiday comes. You know, guerilla blog, inspired by the guerilla fashion store, Comme Des Garcon - they open retail shop at offbeat places and close down after one year.
Blah, crap lah. Killing blog and starting over sucks.
okay, I will do more twerking soon! Tata.
Well well, this is my very first new post on a wordpress powered blog. I have not informed anyone about this new blog yet, as it is still “un-twerk” and it feels a little impersonal. Writing on wordpress scares me a little, cause there is sooo many things one can edit and customize, unlike blogger.com and xanga.com. I need sometime to get use to it.
At this very moment, I still feel a little dulan over the demise of TALG. I’m not pissed with Catbury(yes yes, she’s the one who saw it), but I am pissed with myself. Actually she was “talking” (read: snooping at my screen) to me while I was blogsurfing, and I think it must be the lack of sleep that made me stupidly clicked on my link! And TADA!, she saw the post on the denim dress I made, and sway-sway too, she’s my member.
Hahaha.
So before she goes home and do a google search for my blog, I had to act fast and kill it. Come to think of it, as much as I can’t stand her, I don’t think she is the sort of person who’ll snoop. But I still feel a little insecured as I know she is pretty internet savvy and furthermore, she sometimes talk-blog (means talk about blogs) with me. Therefore, I think she has the potential to be a snooper.
So there you go, I was not exactly paranoid nor panicky hor but I am definitely oxymoronic, I still think and evaluate accordingly. And I made that painful decision based on my evaluation.
Wah, suddenly I feel so smart. I evaluate leh! Hehehehe.
