An egg rolling and tumbling on the table, as if it was struggling for attention. Trying to break free of it's shell, was a chick, yet to be born. Looking at the senario breaking out in front of me, somehow, i felt like that little chick, that little egg.

headlines, "science student fighting for a seat for the Bachelor of Fine Arts", that's me. though i admit my lacking in artistic background, unless you take primary school arts club as artistic background, but i will not concede defeat. i believe in the idiom, "where there's a will, there's a way", the exact believe that pushed me on to reach the top of the mountains to see the worthy view from the top of the world and drive me towards being a top-notch bowler. a target i will not miss: grabbing BFA, failure is not in the vocabulary.

i'm such a muddlehead to have forgotten to solve the mystery behind the headlines. my interest in designing has never failed. i've never really been a good writer or a fast one -- the reason behind not being in the arts faculty, because it would mean failure -- but my imagination and designing hasn't left me, they're in my blood. but yet again, i really haven't had a chance to design something to show off, unless you count designing the school team shirt and being class designer.

but not just interest, i'm thinking ahead -- my career, and where i'll be deemed worthy. that internship in ARCstudios, an architecture firm, prodded me into action to persue my dreams. in that month, i dragged myself out of bed at 6:30 to get to work, but everytime i step into the office, i felt life injected into my veins. although work was tiring (because there wasn't a day where you won't work more than the actual working hours), but it was enjoyable. turning a dull rectangle into a sky scraper people would admire, crushing a piece of lined foolscap to make an exceptional design, making sponge tree models, those were the things that most scientists, lawyers, accountants would laugh at (exactly what happened when i tried to invoke some creativity during my stay at AIA). but to designers, those were worthy masterpieces.

i can't turn a dull eye to where my interest lies, i can't just become an engineer to earn bucks and hate my life. this is the turning point, where the ore is refined to become gems. it's not just why i choose BFA, it's why BFA should accept me.

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that's my essay for the faculty req.. i've overshot by 27 words! i'll need to take it little off.. by the way, give me your MOST HONEST opinions (such as utterly hopeless, too personal -- which was what i was getting at).. correct any grammatical mistakes. ok. i'm off.. video's next. and i need MODELS for my photos.. anyone?

create..