i have two confessions to make today..

1:
i am not one to persevere in an environment i hate.
because. yes. i have tendered resignation to AIA! woohoo!

well i'm going over to my uncle's place to work. or maybe Dr. russell might just send me some good news of an internship. though that means less money.. *chik-king!* but heck that. i'm not in need of money.. i'm still a young teenager dependent on my mum for pocket money. so yes. bless the lord for my family. lol!

but really.. don't lilke the idea that i'm working for my uncle and getting pay for it.. and if i don't get paid.. i'll feel guilty for splurging.. maybe i'll get some sales work, those that kill your legs cos you've gotta stand 10 hrs straight a day.. and say those say few words till you'll repeat them flawlessly in your sleep. but then again.. maybe i'll get the internship, get little pay but love it.

2:
i bought
a pair of shortpants, $9.90/-
a racerback at ebase, $17.90/-
a boat neck top, $25.90/-
a pair of earrings, $12.90/-
(is that the price hui? i forgot.. btw, i still do not have ear holes.. and those earrings are for me.)
a pair of slippers, $6.50/-
if there's anymore.. i can't remember..

and i shall ignore that i went to the movies.. on a weekend.. had dinner out.. costing me at least 20 bucks in all..

and all that. in the last 4 days.

soMebody..
ShoOT meyyy......
(imagine the mask saying this)

i shall NOT spend anymore money on accessories and clothes for the month of March and restrict April to a hundred bucks! i shall NOT!

temptation come my way! i'll be hopeless at blocking it.. sigh.. and goodness, worse still.. the pay for feb is SOOOOO low! stupid AIA. glad i'm over and done with you stingy bastard. oops there. sorry. self censoring please. and i'm jobless! and i'm splurging! what in the world am i doing?!

oh gosh.. sigh.. i think i should just get over it. i mean i've spent it. no way i'm gonna get it by.. but it's still MONEY isn't it? argh.. to think i told hui to save her money. what a bad example i am.

i don't even dare to count whether i've spent my whole january's pay..

well. enough said.


bout the essay,
thanks guys. (and gals.. though my guys meant pals)

so should i be more formal? but i ain't good enough to be more formal and stay interesting. maybe i'll just forgo the muddlehead thing? and yes. i'm an ego head, learnt from my dearest brother. and you can't catch the link??? mm.. but i think i'll letting that stay put. can't think of a better start. oh if you didn't know, the essay question is "why should BFA accept you?" i've edited it a little. but it's still the same. posting it below.

grade it this time k? __/20, (i give it 13 myself..)

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 scenario breaking out in front of me, somehow, I feel 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 belief that pushed me on to reach the top of the mountains and drove me towards being a top-notch bowler. A new target I will not miss: grabbing BFA, and failure is not in the vocabulary.

Oh and I'm such a muddlehead to have forgotten to solve the mystery behind the headlines. I've never really been a good writer or a fast one -- the reason behind not being in the arts faculty in junior college, because it would mean failure -- but my imagination and designing has never failed, 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 designer of the class.

But it’s not just interest, I've been thinking ahead -- my career, and where I'll be deemed worthy. That internship in ARC studios, an architecture firm, prodded me into action to pursue my dreams. In that month, I dragged myself out of bed at 6:30 to get to work, but every time I step into the office, life was injected into my veins. Although work was tiring, 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, those were the things that most scientists, lawyers, accountants would laugh at and call me insane for doing it. But to designers, those were worthy pieces of art.

I can't turn a blind eye to my interest, I can't just become an engineer to earn bucks and hate my life. This is the turning point, where the rock is refined to become gems. It's not just why I choose BFA, it's why BFA should accept me.

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oh and there's no friday on my calendar this week.