Monsoon Season

It's a long long day, and I've just reached home. I'm here to bring you the latest updates of MY LIFE. Hahaha.

Ok. Got up reluctantly in the morning. Stretched, yawned, tried to get five more minutes of sleep, and i finally got up. I don't know why I was so lethargic even when I was sleeping for almost the whole of yesterday. Ok. I stayed up late.

Arrived early and got an egg sandwich from the canteen. Went to the CAD Lab and came down again to the Print Shop. Huong was already there. So we started on our project. Each person was supposed to come up with two motifs, and we decided to use all four of our motifs and repeat them on the fabric. So we set off to do the automask/phlorofilm. (FYI, automask is a piece of double-layered film where you have to peel off the parts where you don't want any prints. The layer peeled off is a red film.) Veron was walking around the class and stopped by me, and said there's automask on my face(the red part), so i just peeled it off. Wait. You'll know why I'm talking about this. Be patient. Be very patient. You have to be patient when it comes to good stuff. =)

So we went about our work. And here goes. One minor "accident". A classmate was asking who the wooden frames belonged to. I looked up and said it belonged to us, and he was like "EH WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!" and he was staring at my forehead. HAHA. Have you guessed? There was automask on my face, and he thought it was blood. HAHAHAHAHAHA. I can't help laughing at that particular scene.

2.30pm. Huong and I were all almost done with everything, the frames, the films, blah blah... Then Wilson came over and said we were doing it wrongly, that we should combine two motifs from each of us into ONE motif and explained that we would not be able to finish in time should we do the repeat printing of the four different motifs.

So we sat down to discuss, and Veron came in. I heard WIlson complaining to her that the students are not doing the motifs correctly, and that he only saw two groups doing it correctly. He then brought Veron to us, and both of them started to tell us what we should do, and how we should combine our motifs. Then Wilson was saying stuff like he don't know why the students are doing this, and asked two times why we did that. On the second time, I purposely said out loud,"The instructions weren't very clear" Some stuff spoken by Wilson. And "We just followed the project brief and did what we thought was correct" But the bitch didn't seem to get it. Hahaha.

I know it's stupid to say that on the LAST SECOND DAY i gonna see her(and th=omorrow's submission), but i just did. Wilson seem very glad that I did that, cause he was super-duper high for the rest of the day after that. I guess he was too hoping I would say something unpleasant cause he kept asking why we did that, why we didn't combine our motifs etc.

Anyway, after that, we started to draw out the NEW design, and I went to do tie-dye. Fast forward. And Veron still helped me to attach the silk to the screen. Hmm...

Sigh. So we had to do the whole thing over again. While Huong did the automask, I did the frames. BIG frames. Hahaha. Anyway, our theme is Chinese Opera. Cool right. But i think it has been used a lot of times before in TDS.

Oh yeah. An accident again. Real one. I was done with three frames(we needed four) and I was walking to the back of the room to get more silk, when tragedy struck. OOPS MAN. I left the three frames standing on the floor, leaning on the cupboard. I went past them, but I DID NOT, I SWEAR, touch any part of them. Then they just fell and knocked against a classmate's calf. She was standing at the table, back facing the frames. OH MY GOD. Then she started to curl down into a foetus position(sorry for the vocab) and started crying. Oh man. I didn't ever thought that I would make someone cry. Then Wilson and Veron and two other girls came. One was asking if it were the staple bullets. I apologised. Wilson comforted her, saying that I didn't do it on purpose, and asked her to stand up. I mouthed to Wilson that the frames dropped down by themselves, and Wilson said he knew, cause I saw it. Then he was saying stuff like the room is too small, there are too many students, and these are bound to happen. He asked me to apologise(twice, ithink), and said that I apologised already, and that she shouldn't cry anymore. I seriously think she wasn't crying cause she thought I was bullying her, but because she was in great pain. She looked up at me and said "It's fine". She got up after a while, saying she sprained her ankle on the same leg. Oh my gosh. Trauma-mama.

OH MY GOODNESS.

Thereafter we went to tie-dye the 2 samples, using the linen I brough and the silk used for making batik. And unfortunately, Huong blow-dried them until they were charred. Sigh. Sometimes it's difficult to communicate with non-Singaporeans. And i demanded to redo. Not really demand. I just suggested and went ahead with it. They were charred beyond recognition/redemption. HAHA.

Around 6.30pm I went out to the canteen to get a cup of iced milo and ovaltines. What a chocolate-y meal! HAHA. I was so damn hungry.

Huong somehow got her hands on drying the samples, and they were burnt again. Sigh. So i decided to compensate by trying to burn more parts of the fabric to make it more even.

We finally set our hands on the real piece at around 7pm. By then most of the tables were turned to printing tables. And we started printing. Wilson was a great help. Not everything went well. Some prints were misplaced, and some parts were wet cause the frame wasn't dry enough. There were a few areas where the ink didn't get through. A lot of shit lah.

I realised Huong is a slow worker. She takes a long time to dry stuff, and takes a long time to cut stuff, and burnt up the cloth. Sigh. And a lot of times she's like "Nevermind." And sometimes I can tell she's disappointed with certain areas of our piece. Then there was the time when she used her finger to cover up the blank parts and smudge a lil part of it. Sigh. That's the way with communication. She's "Hey", "No" and nothing else. Nothing much.

8.50pm. We were done with the final piece. The two samples yet to be done. So i asked Huong what time she'll be school tomorrow. She said 9pm. So i asked her if she could come and complete the two samples(I destroyed the last two), cause I still need to do the writeup. She agreed, and i kept apologising. She doesn't mind, cause she knows I need to do the writeup and stuff. I just hope she'll make it. And she's gonna take fabric from the print shop cause she doesn't have any at home. I hope all goes well.

9pm. Finally. My milo turned to a very-watery,half-iced milo, my day turned to the night, and the design school turned to a haunted school.

Traumatising day again. How many hours do I have to spend in school? And it'll be a traumatising night. The writeup and research, remember?

Sigh. When is this gonna end? Maybe i should re-consider whether I should take Apparel Design, Visual Merchandising or International Merchandising(which involves no Print Shop).

It's a bad old day.

I gonna chase my other dream.
If i have the time.

My oh my. I took an hour to blog. 10.58pm.