'sit down and spill your heart, let's start from the very start'.
'shut up, bleeding heart'.





for some peculiar reason this has been stuck in my head for the past few days.
not very apt, considering it's some caption for a selling post from some famous lj shop.

then again, i just felt like.... it epitomizes the state of things, here, now, then.


nothing much these days, except for the dreary 2-3am slots where i'm half dead struggling not to fall asleep and the pencil in my hand keeps dropping and spoiling my sketches... i guess my body kind of became stronger... i still remember yelping 'TANWENLIN WAKE UP!!!!' in a rather desperate attempt to keep myself snazzy this exact time last year... only last year in my hand i was gripping a borsch electric screwdriver, not a pencil.

how things have changed.
people, situations, me.

come to think of it, it's been 2 years since i've know gui ming wayne.
from orientation, to dp sets, to rag, to dp sets again, and then to rag again.
it's been a long time, eh? brother.

i wish life would be kinder to him.
and things would be easier.

alright, so no more emo talk.
i'm quite excited about being a rag designer this year. the prospect of having to work with dancers and sewing machines is daunting but being able to work with designs and fabrics is like my secret dream [secret no more.] and so far the choreos have been totally nice, like wong rachel was the one who came up with our theme [kind of] and aprine is so pretty and nice and her voice is so sweet and cute!!! it's not abnormal if you know me; i can't stop gushing about her... but i do think that she and kar fai make a great match.

tony hartono wijaya [can't spell] insists i blush everytime i talk about her.
i disagree.
maybe sometimes, lah.

anyway, so it's been pretty nice this year.


for training, things have been okay so far i guess.
i feel kind of enlightened after jesse's session the other day. like my kamae feels stronger, more sturdy and firm. but well, that's for the senseis to judge, it's just my feeling.





i went to brasbrasah and bugis yesterday.
i tell you, i totally wanted to get every single book [almost] off the rack at basheer graphics store. die. all the graphic/illustration/technique/sourcebooks were so nice! die. now i remember why i decided not to pursue art; because it's insanely expensive! the art materials, the course, the coursebooks, the nature of it...

maybe sometime later.
like if i strike lottery. or marry a rich husband [when i no longer feel amoeba-like]
or something.

well.



it's raining,
gah.