Doesn't make for bad work.
The process is always going to be fuzzy... a little confusing here and there, and that's why our external critics aren't always in the right position to judge our project in it's entirety. Sometimes it's hard to get our word across to strangers in a matter of 5 minutes, when much has been done throughout the entire semester. And honestly, as a people-person, I think it's better if critics went around with a smile on their face.
My presentation today didn't move in the desired direction... The critics were still left confused as what my topic was about. And one said that self-identity was a project that everyone could do. But I have to rebut that self-identity has vast topics and many ways of representing it. And I wish that I had more time to explore on this semester... I had four studio modules, and I take pride and time in each and everyone of them and that probably left me hanging for my FYP. Not enough time... not enough effort because I was distributing my creative juices to 3 other studio modules.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Nerves run high.
It's amazing how much we have to talk about, or Complain about our FYPs. We're hardly done with it, we have been too busy throughout the semester with other projects, and the stress never ceases with the constant pushing, but nothing good comes out of it.
So all of us, every single one of us has a damn opinion of the FYP... we're individuals, we cope differently. And it's good that we've an unofficial forum right now on Facebook as we voice out our concerns and complaints. But sometimes, certain things that other people may say is as equivalent to stabbing a dagger right through the center of your skull, ramming right into the spot between your eyebrows.
And sometimes, you so wish that you could pour acid down other people's throats and probably leave them to suffer in agony as their throats burn, sizzle and melt. Never speaking, only croaking like old frogs in the swampy mess that they're in.
But in the end, nothing good ever comes out of wishing someone else bad, but at least I'm penning down my frustrations.
So all of us, every single one of us has a damn opinion of the FYP... we're individuals, we cope differently. And it's good that we've an unofficial forum right now on Facebook as we voice out our concerns and complaints. But sometimes, certain things that other people may say is as equivalent to stabbing a dagger right through the center of your skull, ramming right into the spot between your eyebrows.
And sometimes, you so wish that you could pour acid down other people's throats and probably leave them to suffer in agony as their throats burn, sizzle and melt. Never speaking, only croaking like old frogs in the swampy mess that they're in.
But in the end, nothing good ever comes out of wishing someone else bad, but at least I'm penning down my frustrations.
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