Saturday, September 29, 2007
" exhaust mission. ; 10:41 PM "
i'm exhausted by the day's events. and act3 was especially mind-warping. i was a bit lost, not exactly sure where this particular production is headed to. but i hope that with a bit more work we'll be able to pull this together. hope.
been spending the day trying to emulate the drawings of wyafer. i won't say they're spectacular, but what is, unless in the mind. they're raw, i should say. very similar to the way i draw when i'm feeling very random or out of it. scraggly lines and uneven posture, an uneven eye or nose, an upward twitch of the lip. yeah, something along those lines. whenever i see most drawings they're really bold or loud, thick lines and deep colour. personally, i just prefer the thin black uneven and cautious lines put together to form something iconic. that's my definition of art. lazy as it sounds, its pleasure to my eyes.
my parents hooked up the webcam and had a little chat with the family abroad. i don't know why, i just naturally shied away from the camera and refused to talk. well not refused, that makes me sound so twitchy. i just sort of kept out of the whole conversation. seeing my cousins again made it so weird to even think of what to say. they're so unrecognisable now, totally different people. it's bizarre to think that at one point of time, i was actually sharing the same bathtub as them and was singing some loony version of bananas in pyjamas. it hasn't been decades, it's just been a long time. or a short time. i haven't paid enough attention to notice.
my brother's back and he pretty much ruined my 'classic nick' night just to watch his soccer match. i was in the midst of watching kenan&kel and i was so happy i almost cried. i loved/love/will love that show. it's great. and i missed it. i only have to hope that they broadcast classic nick next week. if not, i'm going to have my crazy moment and cry myself to sleep with a mars bar in hand.
is it just me or do i seem to blog more during the exam period?
well mugster time tomorrow and after that its the deathbed. eew. i hate the whole exam atmosphere.
makes me fucking sick. literally too.
been spending the day trying to emulate the drawings of wyafer. i won't say they're spectacular, but what is, unless in the mind. they're raw, i should say. very similar to the way i draw when i'm feeling very random or out of it. scraggly lines and uneven posture, an uneven eye or nose, an upward twitch of the lip. yeah, something along those lines. whenever i see most drawings they're really bold or loud, thick lines and deep colour. personally, i just prefer the thin black uneven and cautious lines put together to form something iconic. that's my definition of art. lazy as it sounds, its pleasure to my eyes.
my parents hooked up the webcam and had a little chat with the family abroad. i don't know why, i just naturally shied away from the camera and refused to talk. well not refused, that makes me sound so twitchy. i just sort of kept out of the whole conversation. seeing my cousins again made it so weird to even think of what to say. they're so unrecognisable now, totally different people. it's bizarre to think that at one point of time, i was actually sharing the same bathtub as them and was singing some loony version of bananas in pyjamas. it hasn't been decades, it's just been a long time. or a short time. i haven't paid enough attention to notice.
my brother's back and he pretty much ruined my 'classic nick' night just to watch his soccer match. i was in the midst of watching kenan&kel and i was so happy i almost cried. i loved/love/will love that show. it's great. and i missed it. i only have to hope that they broadcast classic nick next week. if not, i'm going to have my crazy moment and cry myself to sleep with a mars bar in hand.
is it just me or do i seem to blog more during the exam period?
well mugster time tomorrow and after that its the deathbed. eew. i hate the whole exam atmosphere.
makes me fucking sick. literally too.