-production class: 5 pieces of sewing to do (doing them tmr)-design studio: 50 sketches of designing, moodboard, 10 fabric manipulation, technical drawings (doing them on wed and thurs)
-professional practice: complete write up and research on magazine ID. (tonight and tomorrow night)-drawing: A1 painting on textures and finalise botanic drawings. (tues and wed)
i just love the tight schedule gan-cheongness cos after managing the work and all, i feel super satisfied and happy like 'yay, i got over that!' dont you?? so maybe it's good sometimes i procrastinate my work and rush them on crucial times, no? haha. excuses lah, i know. but then, i'm known to produce good last minute work. =)
like for professional practice, i didnt even know what exactly we hafta do for the presenation today cos i was absent last week. but i manage to meet up my group on sun night, which was a pathetic half of the group it is suppose to be, and discuss what to present and stuff. and then last night i managed to get the group organised, give out jobs to everyone and take care of everything so the whole group dont screw up during presentation today. and it all worked out! =) i'm pretty proud to say that had i not have taken things inmy hands, half the group wouldnt know what to say or what to do or even, what's going on during presentation lah.
but i kinda screwed up on my part during presentation the typical funny yiwen way! we were suppose to talk about this fashion mag: i-D, and my part is to talk about why people like it and why it attracted me to buy it(though i wasnt the one who chose the mag). but i coughed up some crap lah.
so i was saying, "i like the informal style of the mag. like how they use edgy and arrogant language like - 'if you have to ask the price... you cant afford it.' then the very next page from this big wording is just a silly nonsense picture like this." *flip text and picture, of a man n woman with really loud and stupid dressing and ugly funky accessories in awkward crazy positions, for everyone to see. "and you see, there's no purpose of this huge text and this picture cos there's no article on it or whatsoever."
lecturer, "you sure there's no article in the next page?"
so i wanted to flip to the next to show him it's on another article already then suddenly *zheack* and everyone went, "oooh!"
i had to rip the magazine just to flip a page lah!!!! and everyone started laughing, even my lecturer went, "ok, point taken."
so there. as my friend put it, "that is so vera." (the klutz)
and anyway, i've been pretty enjoying these 2 days amid the heavy workload. moomoo craving with ginny then sing sing sing with joy yesterday and movie and prata with sarah today! (and sarah is just so loveable really!!)
my life revolves around love, and simply thattk finally msged me! =) i was silly smiling to myself in the train home just now!! he said he left his phone at his dad's place and he's been staying over at his cousin's so he couldnt see my msges nor reply them and he promises to text me with his china no.!! =D
to think that at one point, i was wonderin if he's not thinking me at all, that he's completely moved on and all that, so he doesnt reply me. till on sunday night, i had a strange dream of him suddenly flying back to sg to see me. and i started worrying shit, cos i felt this weird feeling maybe something bad happened to him or something lah!! silly silly me.
and gwen was asking, 'wouldnt you be happy that you dreamt that he flew back just for you? why you can have strange feeling about this one?' well, simply cos i know tk too well. he wouldnt fly back after a week unless it's really serious emergency so there's nothing to fantasize bout this dream but only to worry that that might mean that something bad has happened and he's spiritually came back to see me for the last time...
I KNOW! i really do think too much. but i cant help going on to worry that, you know, if one day some accident or something really did happen to him while he's in china, i wont even have the chance to know what really happened. he'll just completely disappear from this world, my world, and i'll still be sad over him not reuniting with me at all, thinking that he's just gotten over me and decide not to come back. and i wont know the truth and have no way to find out the truth cos i dont know any of his family or friends in china and thus have absolutely no way of finding out what's happened to him. (CHOY CHOY CHOY, touch wood lah.)
and that makes me feel awfully sad inside, somehow. that's why when sarah told me about her aunt who had depression and commited suicide, though her husband and her were very loving, i almost cried. i can almost feel how despair the husband must have felt, wondering what was it that made his wife have the courage to jump off a building and end her life without thinking that her husband can help her or be there for her, or, for living on for his sake. you get what i mean?
alright alright. i'd better stop thinking so much. gonna sleep. night!