Hey, stop thinking "yellow" after reading the title above. What I meant was that these 2 days have been really fulfilling and enjoyable. Didn't stay at home and slack my time off. I believe most of you will be swearing at me as many of you had done that, obviously. Hehe.

I went to the gym on Friday. I realize how much my body has deteriorated over the pass 2 months of just eating and studying. My stamina has gone down, breathing and body are totally not synchronized. The amount of time taken to do the same sets of work out took much longer than the last time I did them. Everything is screwing up. Even my mass has increased. But the instructor there and even my friends said I lost. Ain't sure if the looks can be deceiving to them. In any case, it is about time to start getting in shape before NAPFA comes. I really have no intention and desire to spend 3 more months with the army. But first thing first, I hope the pain on both arms recover quickly as I reckon I could have over exerted my arms during the last training. Anyways, Monday will be the day for another gorilla training.

Oh ya, I also had my hair cut. Feel so lighted headed now. Definitely not getting dumber. LOL.

Today is definitely the best day of the week. Went out with sec school friends to town. Had lunch at Subway in Cineleisure (I think that is how you spell it) and went over to NAFA to meet Dass and his fanciful fashion artworks. He was stationed to do the "Archives" where students and lecturers works were displayed. Most of the pieces I say are really beautiful. Too bad you can only find them in fashion schools and not in the market. And they have these complex sewing machines that are computerized. Like how pockets and your button holes can actually be automatically created. Even crazy patterns that you never thought of creating can all be done automatically. And I always thought they only had these swing machines which our grandmothers would used at home to do sewing available in their school, but I was wrong.

Anyways Dass brought us up and down, left and right, level to level and door to door to only realize how compact the school really is.

Personally, I felt the school was rather restricted. There isn't much space for students to breath or even a place to chill in school. There are insufficient rooms for students to just sit down and chat during free time. All I saw were classrooms after classrooms and many more classrooms after the next classroom. The school also lacks in greenery or something that is close to the definition and existence of nature. They are surrounded by walls that are coated with chill white and areas that become gloomy without the lighting. Even the exterior environment of the school sends in a gush of urgency and complication. Everywhere you see are buildings and shop houses that encapsulates the school as they shadow upon it. The only form of movements you can see are the busy people walking on the street and vehicles driving pass the tireless road of 38 Bencoolen Street in a uniform, single direction.

I ponder how these students are driven to attend school everyday from the early mornings to the late evenings and sometimes the nights. What burst them to make them craving to report to school everyday? We say designers or in general, artists are people with extraordinary mindset. They think things out of the norms. Sometimes they can be over conservative yet at times they can be so spontaneously outgoing. How are students and even lecturers in NAFA able to cope with this cold and shadowed life?

Is it for love or the passion to learn and educate oneself and others? Is it friendship or fair competitiveness that spur them on? As confused as I am, as irrational the answers I thought of can be, there is one thing I am certain about and that is my admiration for these people, the great artists that represent the arts of the world. Their extraordinary minds have given them the path to look things in a certain way that makes them paralyzed to the norms of lives. As an ordinary folk, I view their surroundings as the living world of chaos but in their eyes, the school is a perfect piece of artwork that glitters with their sweat and exhaustions. In my mind I feel that their work is too much and heavily overloaded, but in their world they produce each work with their love and tears of both bitterness and sweetness with each stitch they sew and with each stroke they draw.

Carrying these thoughts in mind, I wrote to Dass, "Dass is Sivadass, nothing but a dust." This sentence carries my deepest sorrows and happiness for you. You have indeed emerge out from your former shell and has transformed into a person who you truly are. Your potentials stand alone like a speck of dust which sinks in equally together with the millions of other outstanding candidates. We are truly happy for you and are glad that you have come thus far. As your new year commences, I wish you all the very best in your future endeavors.

"As much as you want to be, as much as you want to become, it all starts with being yourself."

Anyway, if you are bored reading the above, here is a Star Wars video from MadTV. Enjoy.