Two submissions. The essence of freedom that provides such blissful feelings and oh, the relief of having lifted piles of work from my shoulders. Had a measly three hour sleep as I stayed up throughout the whole night, working on the Effective Research Skills report. There were countless numbers of short breaks in between, thus resulting in not being to complete the report on time. Left for college and went on photo developing frenzy due to time constrains. The photography lab was jam packed. Everyone wants to get into the darkroom, where I spent almost half the day walking around blindly and avoiding self from knocking into other people.
Done with all my printings by 3pm and have everything mounted. Readied for submission before a classmate of mine approached me for his old rugged wet stinky cloth. As he swung his hand to gesture me upon returning the cloth to him, drips of chemicals were splattered on one of my series prints. Extremely furious, but can’t be bothered since it was getting late already, with an unfinished report to be due in less than 2 hours. Wiped it off with my shirt but stains remain visible. Nothing much I can do about it.
I would have left the photography lab much happier if it wasn’t because of that misfortune. Lecturer seems satisfied with my work but then again, one of the four prints are ruined which probably result in points getting deducted for ‘untidness’. Can I blame that friend of mine? I don’t know. This wouldn’t have happen if I actually brought my own cloth and shits instead. I even left the photographic papers at home so I had to use some of his. Oh well :\
Next stop was PC lab, where I spent the remaining two hours at college finalizing the report and getting it printed out. To my horror, the reference list wasn’t included in the CD so I have to bring home the report and get it done (later). My lecturer, Andrew was generous enough not to penalize me with mark deductions of up to 15! On one condition, is that I must hand in the report to him first thing right in the morning. Ohohohohoho! Truly blessed but feeling guilty at the same time :(
After weeks of blasting ‘Paul Oakenfold’s Great Wall Tour’ in mom’s Honda Jazz, I decided to go for something different this time and so I ransacked the pile of CDs and came across a rather old compilation of songs from the Alias Original Soundtrack.
Michelle Featherstone- Stay
If I build a wall
a hundred feet tall
would that keep you in?
If I shackled your feet
so you couldn’t leave
would you try and run?
If I promise not to fight
at least not tonight
would you stay the night?
If I wore that little dress
that you like the best
would you pass my test?
Would you stay?
Would you stay with me?
If I poured another drink
what would you think
about staying in?
If I was sincere
whispered
my fears
would you still be here?
Would you stay?
Would you stay with me?
Would you stay?
Would you stay with me?
With me?
If I build a wall
a hundred feet tall
would that keep you in?
I really like this song. It never fails to trigger the emotional side of me whenever I listen to this song. The lyrics of the song somehow paints a rough figure of my feelings at most times (Except the part about wearing that little dress, of course…) Being all by myself and with nobody to cling on to for hope and inspiration. Desperation to find that someone whom I can truly rely on, and most importantly to spend the rest of my time with this someone. The problem now is that I don’t even have anyone to keep her in! Okay totally unrelated and plain nuisance.
!@&!@ !!I look funny in this new haircut of mine. The previous hairstylist did a much better job although I was spared from having to wait for hours just to get my hair cut during the last visit back in early March. Okay time to revise on History of Art terms and tormenting my pinky old brain with hundred names of artists and artwork and place of origin and style of painting and art period and … and …. I’m hungry.