Early Christmas

Unbothered by the fact that most of my friends are leaving and the rocketing price of air-ticket, I sat quietly while thinking about how lonely this Christmas will be. 

(And great, the following New Year Eve...)

Oh, and here's a warm greeting from Orchard Singapore.

Happy (Early) Christmas, everyone!

iGuide

So I looked back at what I've done, how I've come to this present.
Instead of pulling on a sad face as what I used to do, I chose to give a few words to my young artistic fellows.


"Get (seriously) high in your artworks,"
No matter how simple the project that is given (or how small your lecturer in size), the project you are working on will be your future investment. This is the difference between business-science (SMU/NUS/NTU) and design-artoholic students. While GPA (the final score) is a matter of life and death, our artworks are our saviors to be held upon. Not to mention, they will provide you the option to choose your employers instead of being chosen.


As what I've previously posted, the world of design is not as fun as a playground you'll want to be.
There is no colorful hang gliders, songs on swings, or laughter on slides.
It involves a lot of coffee, sleepless nights, and sometimes, a punch on the wall.
Design itself is not an object in my eye, it is a subject, a friend that will represent and talk about you.
It will stand on its best if we want it to be. And hell yeah, to be a best friend with your design, you'll need time and sacrifices.

Life as It is.

I didn't remember the last date of my post,
but then I dragged myself back with a bit of keenness and hesitation.


Nothing much has happened since I was named as an alumni of NAFA.
Only that there's a feeling of lost, not knowing where to go, what to do, and who to blame.
One minute you're sending your pride through email, asking for a chance to work with your favorite company, and you end up with self-doubt- questioning the worthiness of yourself.
Worse, you cried and fell into sleep. It's like a break-up. A self break-up that consume more self-pity and words of "There, there, I'll be fine,"


Apart from that chapter, there will be a page where it contains nothing but farewells.
I cried for that, too.
It hit me hard when I know people in my life will apparently step out and I can't do anything about it.
I was angry, I was emotional. I cursed my best friends and my past for leaving me with good memories. 
Then I hate myself to have that feeling.


Now, life seems not to be great as it is. It doesn't give the same hug or the same kiss anymore.
It just looks me in the eye and asks "so, what are we going to do next?"
"Let's take a walk, life," my last reply.

Graduated

Like when you've ended the last chapter of a story, a novel,
which contains horror, drama, and comedies,
Without any plot,
but interesting characters.
Without any defined contents,
but continuous pages of events.
That's a feeling of graduation,
a want to end the chapter soon,
but a want not to end it today.

P.S: I'm proud to be a NAFA Graduate.

Because I Believe

"Oh America is going down,"
"Obama is in trouble,"
"It won't survive,"
"Dollars depreciated,"

It's quite a pity I felt  for America,
A country that was used to be full of hopes,
full of ambitions,
full of leaders,
is now over-thrown with mocks and complains.
The disability in handling debt crisis has caused her to lose not only the trust of others, but also, the global future she will no longer hold.

Should we give up on America?
No.
And here's why,

1. America has NASA.
2. America has FBI, CSI, CSI NY, CSI Miami, you name it.
3. America has Hollywood, where all the aliens, monsters, vampires and catastrophe usually come to attack.
4. America has superheroes. Cool superheroes.
5. Yeah, we are still believing in American Dreams. (which is hardly converted to Chinese Dreams, I supposed)

Although America might have been a troublemaker, but let's not forget that she has been contributing the cultures of today and creating a structure of world society.
Nobody's perfect after all.

And let's believe in America. Again.

11.28

Friendship.

Seems like a magical word now.

Does it even exist?

Put A Ring on It.

"so, you want to apply for long-term social pass?"
"yes, ma'am,"
"which university you come from?"
"NAFA, ma'am,"
"do you bring the certificates along?"
"yes, ma'am. And how many days should I wait for the process?"
"it will take six weeks. Either your application will be rejected or approved,"
Oh great.
"why do you want to stay here, anyway?"
"because I want to work and I have a tuition grant,"
"oh, you want to be a Singapore Permanent Resident, I suppose?"
I nodded and smiled.

"hmm, you know you can just get married. That's all,"

I'll think about that.
"Thank you, ma'am"
And I left the ICA Building with more doubts.