OXYMORON: BUSY PROCRASTINATING.

A friend suggested a normal bloggerish post. you know, the sort that actually tells people what's going on in my life. He pointed out that I have been doing everything but that.



so.
Friday. - spent the entire day after location video pro practical class in borders, first waiting for rebecca, who wanted to borrow my cord pants for the Queen tribute concert, then just finishing my book. She almost got me free tickets to it too. :(

I happen to be the bane of the bookstore's existence. I sit there and read and read and read all day, and leave the place, dazed, sated and empty handed. Friday was a good example. I was there before 12, til closing time when she called after the concert to rave about it. That was at 12 midnight. It was fuckin' fantastic, tamora pierce's latest's finally made it to singapore. I probably will buy a copy for a 2nd read too. Oh, the concert was good too, according to becca. And in defence of myself, when I do buy, I tend to walk straight out. :)



Saturday. - went jamming at pennisula centre, with amir, fay and rebecca. i felt like halfway inbetween a rock goddess and an absolute doodoo head, 'cause amir and rebecca were multi-instrumental while i only drummed badly and i had to be told how many beats there were in so many songs! that bad, yes.

At the delifrance nearby, we binged after that, swapping our lunches half way and giving each other huge bites of it in between a running commentary on the looks of the people walking pass the convieniently placed, huge window to the sidewalk outside and a whole lot of silly antics, stories and discussions on our part.

I love them, really. It rocks my boat to just sit and yak and bitch, occasionally spewing forth bits of food, gesturing and yelling as wildly as I please , and high-fiving and hugging each other everytime we are get on a serious verbal high!! 'cause after all, these people love me too. :) Me and my freaky knives that waves too violently and close to people's faces. But not enough to read my blog and hear me say it, since i've "sold out". Don't worry babes, I don't really think I'd last long at this either.



Sunday. - Was my knuckle-down-and-do-all-the-piling-school-work day. I went to buy the materials for my CATS artifact. An aircon tee shirt. REALLY feasible idea, back when we forgot we were supposed to make a working model. The original idea was supposed to be marketed as "depending on a cutting edge micro chip technology, that will ensure a constant breeze through one's tee shirt", or some similar BS.
...?!
yeah, i agree.
Then it boiled down to me sewing it.
so it became an aircon vest, with pockets velco-ed onto it to pack ice-packs into. you know, the things you use when you get a fever, sprain an ankle, whatever. Easy to say, fucked up shit to sew with a defiant sewing machine!!! I supposed the ol' Singer didn't like me that much, esp after I broke 5 needles on it, only to abandoned it the last time I used it, maybe at least 2 months ago...

It took me 7 fuckin', cursin' hours, not counting the 2 hours shopping for it. It REALLY didn't like the knit material. Too stretchy. Too holey. But I triumphed! hehe.

By then, the whole fuckin' day was shot. The much publicised day at the library to catch up on school work? Pretty much screwed at 10 at night, even if you ignore how pissy and tired I was then. I sneezed, and bits of green knit fabric and black thread came out. EWWW.



I will take pictures of it, and show it off here; because if there's only one thing I am insanely vain about, its the things i DIY-ed. I fully expect to be SHOWERED in PRAISES then. HEHHEHE!


and with that, good night! now i'd stop being busy procrastinating my media critique.