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Tuesday, December 13, 2005

sibehdamnthejialat


ohmyfrigginthreads!
i'm so blurred from sewing/drafting/sewing/drafting
till i can't tell what's what.
so if this get coherent,
please refrain from.. anything bad to me.

firstofall, thanks to adm-ers and pam and rongsen
for pushing myself and keeping on the ball.

very big big big thanks to Jerome for keeping me good and sane.
really. you're like, the epitome of sanctuary.

((oh, and Buzz Lightyears is on tv.))


so. i've sewing and drafting and counting stitches
till i've gone bonkers.
i prolly do not know how to write or speak correctly.
i can only sew.
perhaps, manage straight lines only.
anymore unpicking and i'd unpick my veins!

to add to the confusion,
i think my sense of sight is going amok.
i've been getting bruises in the most nonsensical ways!
seriously. why did my bones not break in the midst?!
then i can officially break off from sewing!!!
HA.

aiyohh. damn gong ready.

seriously.
check any of my classmates blogs.
or random scribbles by their drafts/notes/sketches.
it's all rants on the whole finalyearproject.

waaaahsey.

it's insane man.
if it's sole purpose s to drive us to the edge,
let's just say that this week, week 6 out of 13,
i'm on the ceiling.
hanging on the periodically working aircon vent.

and i haven't been on schedule still!!!!
i haven't done sooooo many things.
wahlao. sooooo horrifyinggg!


**gaspgasp.

my only birthday wish is now changed to the following.
- excuse, in whatever morally right manner, from fyp.
(then again, i think i wanna just complete it, la.)
- money so that i need not fret on the costsssss of the whole project.
(meaning, THREEfuurgginTHOUSAND. thankyou :})
- ok la, just a psychotically insane dinner this weekend.
where i'm QUEEN of it all!!!!!!!! yeay--me


.eyh, i thought i wrote 'brithday WISH'.
now that there's 3 of it, just be nice la!


>>


ok, i'll go squat in a corner, when i find one,
and figure out where my butt and spine has shifted itself to.
now, what's a corner when all you see is...
thread/smelly muslin/drafts/thread/thread/smellysmelly muslin/thread/paper..

6:36 AM
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