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Monday, July 26, 2004
aiyayah. the first day of school was one full of surprises. i lost my handphone and wallet. i paid the deposit for a laptop. i wore contact lens and my vision got blurrer as the hours went by. i met my friend who came early to school to paint the scenary and he's still pretty chirpy and upbeat even in the late afternoon. i see potential in the empty gallary spaces of the NIE art gallery. The lovely passage on the third level will be perfect to display some sculptures, some pieces that interact/incorporate the surrounding elements of sunlight and large panels of glass. So much space yet so poorly utilised and obvious neglect in updating exhibitions. Thinking about the space, it's a travesty to have such a high ceiling and not use it to the advantage of the art pieces. one can visualise large drapes hanging or being spunned across the ceiling. the large pockets of empty white spaces overwhelm the murals, portraying a sense of hopelessness as the works are unable to transcend or overcome the challenge of conquering the emptiness. is not that what art is in a sense? to make sense, bring out resonances and interpret them in an attempt to fit against the urge of the natural flow/routine of things that numbs both mind and soul.. hmm.
tomorrow i've no school and will be making the necessary phone calls and taking trips to the bank. i do hope my dad goes back to sleep in his room and not the living room. In other words, i hope my parents will stop the cold war between themselves. Even at this age, i can't bear or entertain the idea that one day they might just go separate ways. i know there's a limit to what i can contribute or help in. just yesterday, i couldn't stop myself from wishing that i was a million miles away from the both of them, having the freedom to just forget them and carry on with my own life. Perhaps i feel too much and i can't bring myself to do that. well, my parents are here to stay. i live better with that just by knowing that His grace is sufficient for me.
Anyway, i'm looking fwd to the days and months in NIE and i think i do have great friends as well. yawns..
krunchypeanuts...once u pop u can't stop...daily trivia with a dose of social responsibility...a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down...let's say we try...oh Lord how we try...
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