after assessment 1

im finally back from the dead after crashing out for 22hrs.
the hrs prior to the 845am, 9am, 920 then finally abt 930am deadline was madness. more mad than it was ever mad. thankfully it ended.
it was funny to see how different the ID n archi (architecture) peps r. we both had crits in the same area n we were all waiting outside the room, 1 comes out, the other goes in, just like taking oral exams.
845am :
- archi peps all fresh in their nice dresses n ties (ok, nice is relative) n their 'kic-kok' shoes. models all inside the room. everyone jsut waiting outside for their turn. n even the first person is early.
- ID peps, in their 2 day old clothes, obviously have not brushed their teeth so dont even ask abt their last shower. running frantically in n out of the room, trying to put bits of their stuff into the room, to a pt, i think the archi girl had to hold the door for all of them. n of cos, the periodic screaming of 'dr yen! dont close the door!!'

- archi peps were holding scripts, for their presentations
- ID peps, running in with drill guns cos ' hey, so long there is more time, we'll continue to drill more upstairs'.

930am
archi peps : all seated on the chairs provided, revising scripts, meditating to some pt,im sure.
id peps : all seated on the floor, still in their 2 day old clothes, wondering if they can really jsut go in like that. n if asked abt their white spray painted nails they'd rebut saying ' its the new designer look, u didnt know?'

i managed to get a shower b4 rushing back. i mean, i was in slippers in socks man. had no time to slip shoes on after forgetting something at 815am n rushed bck to hall. luckily i sandpaper-ed the white paint off my hands earlier in the mrng, it hurt like mad.so instead of white hands, i had, red, but natural, ones. the waiting was 1 hell of a bitch i swear. everytime the door opens, im like ' is sarah out? omg its my turn!' upon going in, i was freezing like mad. presentation didnt go too badly, i managed to defend any bad comment or question, n thankfully, very thankfully, no one realised that my stuff looked like toilet rolls. id be soooo badly marked down for extremely poor semantics i swear.ice cream n toilet rolls, even a retard knows it dont quite go.

finally when i was done at noon, n hadnt eaten since i dunno when... i went for a gd lunch but fell asleep half way thru. on the way back to hall i was talking nonsense. which explained the 22hrs now doesnt it?
now i gotta go get that damn damn portfolio done so i can be DONE DONE. by tmr 330pm, id a be FREE WOMAN. hell yeah!

:(

model making has so far left me with

- super glue on all ten fingers, n the after peeling, which failed to get my sense of touch back, i resorted to sanding my fingertips, with sandpaper.

- so much putty, cibatool n RP dust that i SWEAR, if i drank some binder n shaked a little, id shit out an entire model out.

- very rough hands, again.

- muscle ache, thanks to the sanding i had to do, and the mad rush to the hardware stall cos the aunty was rushing off for qigong class.

- a job possibility, as a technician in the sch workshop, esp with the cnc machine, cos im pretty sure now i know more than the 2 champion technicians.i heard they get paid pretty well.

time out

u know u should stop trying to be strong n go sleep when u doze of while trying to save a file, then wake up n type the file name as 'christmas'.

i will squeeze a graduation out!

just got back from home. the last time i was back was cny. no wonder my mother sent an email saying ' everyone is wondering where u r.pls make some effort n come home'. mother power i say. but im glad i did. thanks mummy :) slept like mad. aircon does wonders. every other moment in a day, im dozing off. cept when i wanna get to bed for real n i cant cos my clock is screwed up as i now work at night n sleep during the day. didnt take any work back, cos bluff who right? like im gonna work... i get more realistic with things like these...

NOW. ive got a wk to my report submission. then another wk of hell till i have all my assessments. so family, i wont be home till 3wks later k?
NOW NOW, i gotta clamp my fat ass down n really really squeeze out a graduation for myself. i STILL dont dare to file for commencement. lets hope i do get to that.