perhaps i should explain.


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date: Wednesday, July 09, 2008
time:8:28 AM

crit yesterday.
eeks, i'm going to kill mich**l.

i'm one weird creature.
i'd totally freak out a good half hour before the crit starts,
even going to the extent of asking the lecturers as they walk pass,
how they're feeling today.
yeah, that was what i did.
and i'd go paranoid if the lecturers (mr chie*) gives a brief nod or a grunt as an acknowledgement.
but two mins before my actual presentation,
i'd sober up and suddenly be calm (on the outside).

crit didnt go well.
but i guess if it went well, it wouldnt be called a crit.
it was okay in the beginning but it kinda of blew up at the end,
when all the loose ends got exposed.
but i guess its for my own good (:
cos the lecturers had doubts in the areas that i was unsure of,
so it kind on convinced me that i should change certain parts.
hellyeah, its never peaches and cream.

so i guess,
i've to start making my final model from now.
so i dont rush like crazy in three weeks time.
:X

argh,
art friend is so becoming my best friend again.

am seeing the classmates for lunch in a while
and in case any of ya all read this,
thanks for keeping me sane,
cos i wouldnt know why else i'd go to school. (:


i just happen to catch sight that photo.
(the one right at the top of the post you ninny)
and it sort of conjured up thoughts.
all of us wear shoes, different types for different areas of our life.
loafers for work, sneakers for friends and wellingtons for rainydays like this for ourselves.
its like a career progression throughout the day.
when we come home, we take our weary loafers off and slip into slippers for the home.
and when we're going out, we slip into wellworn sneakers to meet up with those we havent met in a long time.
yet, sometimes we choose to wear new and unseasoned shoes.
now, do we wear that for ourselves, or showing a new side of ourselves to the people we know?

it seems that so often we slip into shades of characters to meet different people.
we still occupy the same body,
but what we wear on the top, be it uniforms or clothes for school,
does it define who we're trying to portray?
and how much of that encompasses who we are inside?


unfinished thoughts,
but its food for thought.
(for the rest of the day at least)
and for the record, i'm wearing slippers to school today.


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