I find it peculiar. Curious, and somewhat precarious, but in a sense that I cannot place.


I don’t know why I think about it, anyhow.


I wonder, sometimes. I harbour a sense of unwonted romanticism and let myself be harkened back, unnecessarily, to that time where I made what I feel was the wrong choices, thronged with the what ifs and whys and come what mays that sat there smoking cigarettes and glare at you distinctly, harpies of the bygone memories.


I always think it’s stupid, but I always do it. I guess you can say that I can’t help it, and in that sense I’m hypocritical; I always believe that we can pull away from the mud and the muck, and go ahead. But still, there’re stains that never go.


So I guess it’s all that pondering that made me stand where I stand now, feeling weird and stupid about it, watching revelations after revelations tumble-weed down and away and thinking, man, isn’t this really odd? Ever asked yourself if things had happened differently and why the painting never materialised?


And then, I thought, the painting had always been romantic. Optimistic. Happy ending happy beginnings, you know? Not reality. No surprises. Surprised me, still.


I know it doesn’t make sense. Nothing ever will, not even to me. You’ll do better ignoring it. I do, too.


But still…


I find it peculiar.


I find it fascinating.

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CSA. Is. Done.

*Confetti!*


I had worried over it. I had dreaded it like I’ve dreaded it like I’ve dreaded dad after I accidentally broke his favourite teapot. Now it’s done, perhaps not very well or very satisfying, but it’s done and done and to hell with it, good riddance, sayonara sucker and bye bye babalu, it’s been a pleasure, yes sir-ree.


Now, to Media Ethics, Media Planning, BEC, Newspaper Management x2...


You don’t get a more hectic end-of-semester assignments rush.


I’ve been slaving ahead with the Creative Strategy Advertising assignments to the point I had to disregard everything else. We were largely behind schedule, rather messed up, confused and mostly up to our necks with other assignments.


Somehow we pulled through, I guess, as best as we could. At least it was considered so-so and not bad in general.


I can breathe easier, at least.


Nothing new lately; I vaguely remember classes anymore because I either spend my time spaced out trying to figure out better ad executions (not much different of an act as compared to daydreaming; largely imaginative) or trying to doodle myself into sense (which is like doodling normally, only that I do it in a notebook instead of the table).


I play a lot of cards lately, too. Somehow I managed to.


Roughly two weeks or so before the exams arrive. Dear god, I still don’t know half of what that’s taught in class.

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I called it a dynamic storyboard; I recalled unused Ratatouille storyboards that the developers bundled into the DVD release, which is sort of a pseudo-animation thing with actual music and voice acting, and in a desperate bid in trying to make a better presentation for CSA, churned this thing out;




It’s largely experimental; I spent an entire evening figuring it out while doing the chores. It’s simple, really. And it took 8 hours, mostly because I had to draw the slides with the mouse.


(I kick myself every time when I think about it; this is unnecessary work brought upon to myself by myself.)


No more. Not for last-ditch assignment situations, at least.