Jazz

22 May 2007, Wednesday

I got my Silkscreen evaluation by Veron. Ah well. I knew it. She said it wasn't very good. Parts of the tee are dirty, and she said it wasn't good enough for the exhibition on Friday. I admit that the shirt was quite dirty, but I think she wasn't very happy that I didn't heed her advice the other time round, when she also reminded me of the stains. So I'm supposed to either 1) Make the fabric more MeSsY~, OR 2) Make a NEW CLEAN PIECE. Of course I chose option 2. But after that I thought I'd rather go for the third choice: DON'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT. LEAVE IT. Hahaha. And she's so damn sarcastic. She's doesn't dare to be mean. She's laughing at times when she's criticising you so that's you won't feel threatened. And I heard more stuff about her.

Yay I found out Wilson does't really hate me. I thought so cause he was so grumpy the previous few days i stayed back at the Print Shop. He gave me pointers on my batik.

I went to the library to revise for the test later, but fell asleep instead. There was supposed to be a tour around the Design Gallery at 2pm. And i woke uop at 2.09pm. Hahaha. I should have set the alarm.

But when I got there, no guide was there, but only two of my classmates, who told me that they think the tour will start at 2.30pm. I made like, 2-3 trips there, up till 2.30om, but found no one there. So i went to class.

Oh my. I was dead sick by the afternoon. SICK OF IT ALL. I totally went crazy and scribbled hell lot of stuff in my Executive Planner 2007.

So damn sick. You don't know how much effort and money and time I spent on my projects.


23 May 2007, Thursday

Sigh sigh sigh. It's about time I do some serious work on Batik.

So i did. I tried to be serious, but there were too many distractions. I kept redoing and redoing, and I guess Veron saw that. And she was bloody preaching about that the time space between the previous and next pieces was too short, and that the mind won't have enough time to process what went wrong, just like drawing a design and crushing it. Oh~, I must complete it to learn what went wrong. Actually I don't really need that. Well i absolutely know that i the wax dripped and destroyed the piece and that's the wrong part.

So I continued to do and finally ALMOST suceeded. Have yet to put in the finishing touches.

I realised we don't have to stick to the same theme. Argh shit. I've had enough of floweres.

Then the class started talking about ghosts.

Went TM to chill and dine.

I bought a BIG exercise ball for my hamsters.

Then we got on the bus 27, and I was standing at the steps, while Nicky was at the card reading machine, so i passed her my wallet to scan through someone between us. Then the bus uncle was like mumbling, asking me to pay up. Though he didn't even dare to look at me and say it straight it my face, I know he's referring to me. So I replied "WHAT?" A short and sweet "WHAT?" will do it, Then Love and I got separated, Sobssss...

The damn bus driver was yelling non stop at people boarding the bus. Very rude. Couldn't he do it in a nice way? I've never seen any good 27 drivers except for one young one. The rest of the uncles are always so grouchy and keep steppping on the brakes as if that would help them to lose weight.

Okay I am officially friends with Huong. She came to me and asked me if we could be a team. Sure. I had actually wanted to ask her to join me too. Or i would rather I do alone But never mind. Two is faster.

Sigh. We still have to come back on the 28th, 29th and 30th May this dumb project.

And oh yeah, my mama brought back a mahjong table not long ago. Haha.