"The horrible things in life make the beautiful things possible and more beautiful."

That's what I choose to quote today, in this HAPPY post! (especially for Geraldine)

Damien Hirst said that.

He's my favourite artist aside from Rene Magritte, who is the best. (something I decided today)

Back to the quote,

It's so sensical(not a real word)!

I am really excited it popped out of my Art notes today, of all days.

I was staring at it the whole time, from Dhoby Ghaut to Harbourfront.

Today's CT was much better than Economics yesterday because I, at least, managed to do it finish on time.

Time to study!

(yey, happy post is done!)

this is such a failed attempt. HAHA. BYE.

I Cannot wait!

I am like the biggest nutcase ever.
Because I ruined my holga's plastic lens further.
I don't really mind getting a new one, just that,
My mum gave that to me for my 14th birthday.
And I'm just feeling a tad bit awful.

Moving on,
There's lit tmr, and I haven't read a single page..
Am I seeking death, or what?

I can't wait to x-process that film i just finished!
Maybe tmr? (:

I cannot concentrate!

There are some things that just come at the wrong time.

This is one of those times.

And there are three other things on my mind aside from CTs that are more. interesting.

f.o.c.u.s!

My status on my artwork is: Excited.

I've been excited the whole day I'm not concentrating well.

Study with Wanda went off.

But it was good company.

I rather be hated than loved, but I'd much rather be liked.

I'm blogging in a choppy, monotonous(?) tone. Don't like it.

Bye.

I dislike guys very very much.

I dont know why, I just.

The problem lies with me.

The read on John Berger's Way of seeing

Made me suddenly have this idea of how impression is like. I relate someone to whatever personal hopes of what he/she would, should be. Then there's the real person himself/herself, and once I discover that these aspects don't match, I kinda dislike him/her.

I said, the problem lies with me.

I should stop placing thoughts on anyone before I even know them better.

Omg, this is getting so personal, I almost wish I won't post it.

It's like me to feel that my work is horrible and distasteful after completing it,

I feel like I should tear it to shreds.

I hate how an explanation for it is always asked for.

Wish anyone could just insert some random interpretation of my work and quit asking, cause I don't like explaining why I do things.

Sounds so cold and unfriendly, I don't know why.

So I finally got down to translating my intentions to words,

But I kinda-somewhat didn't save it, and it got deleted.

I give up.

For the first time in my life, I would rather be doing something else, like literature or economics or something.

Ok, maybe not.

Hi.

My dad's car started to break down about 5 mins into the city.

Thank God, when it finally did, we were right smack in front of KLCC.

Our hotel/service apartment, whatever you call it, is opposite KLCC. so, we win.

okay, bye.

I'm seriously gna study now..

Did you see my first roll of film on fb?

I think its RAD.

I was skyping (?) with Wanda last night, and I decided tht Rad is going to be my word. Instead of awesome, or cool, or. Omg.

If I told you, some people don't really know the meaning of rad, would you believe me? Cause many seriously(Wanda's word) do not know the meaning. (speaking of Seriously being Wanda's word, I frequently use the word Precisely.)

Vivien: Radddd!

A person: Its Red, not Rad.

L.O.L.

I WANT TO GO JAPAN!

omg, omg, omg.

I really really wanna go there again, now!

Last year when I went,

I didn't have my camera...

Okay, somehow blogger makes them look pixel-ated. \:

Let me say it again, I want to go to Japan!

(If it weren't for swine flu, I'd be in UK. Tsk.)

And, Ms Chan is in Japan now.

okay, I hope there are nice things in KL to take, since I'm going next friday.

Yey,

I developed my roll of film.

Kinda prefered the other one, but I still liked this one :)

Omg.

I feel like studying.

I met Julia at Vivo City just now, and we were just talking.

When I suddenly really feel like just going to lasalle. (which probably won't happen anyways)

Whenever I say "one thing"

I start laughing. Really badly. (hahahahaha)

A slight, soft sound,
yet enough to stir someone out of sleep.
others eat to forget,
he sleeps to regret.

A friend once said, "change is good."
Change is great.
Forget who you are,
Forget about being special,
Forget goodness and virtue,
Forget what he expects you to be
or what he'd like you to be.

No more being afraid of what you'll think of me.
And also your passive participation,
I need my father, I needn't his restrictions.

I wouldn't worry about being obedient.
I don't proudly declare the line that is drawn in front of me.
I state that its there, so I wouldn't cross it.
It doesn't mean I want it to be there.
Appearance
doesn't define true being...

I won't let you waste a page of my pretty art book.

No,No,No.

Ytd, something really funny happened.

Ok, I don't feel like talking about funny.

AHH. I'm suddenly exhibiting freaking-out qualities.

I think its because I'm thinking about common test, and the UOB painting thing, and. so many things. 

"I thought,"

He'll say, 

"I thought you were different."

Not any different as, to be who I truly am.

And when he realizes, 

Everything would crumble in an array of colors 

as that kaleidoscope, held years before...

and I, 

I'll be contented with where I am;

as that little elephant still chained, since years before...

I'm not sure I can finish my art on time...

Its 2:05 am.

My eyes are itchy, nose runny,

and I'm doing art.

I'm currently drawing up the pattern for my quilt/painting/whatever you want to call it. 

It is going half-good, half-bad, cause if I'm not careful enough, it'll just be... something bad.

As I'm doing this, I'm thinking how I'm going to cut so many pieces and sew them in such a short period of time. Forget choice of fabrics.

I'm not much of  a cut-template,draw-on-fabric-then-sew kind of person. I hate templates. Come to think of it, I shouldn't have started on a template. 

I made apple jam today! 

It is chunky and sweet, and I l-o-v-e it!

I can't believe how Nadal lost evrything just like that.

It's sad, unbelievable, Far-fetched (ok, not really), YET HE LOST. and, where's the justice, it wasn't even to Federer.  

Goodnight fellows!

Note to self: I must stop falling asleep on beds.