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Sec 4 Art

You know, if you flip through 2006's blog entries, you'd find that the topic of my O level art project comes up quite often. And it is usually accompanied by profanities of all sorts lamenting my lack of any ability whatsoever to complete the task in the allocated time.

(Well thats because my scheming teacher forgot to tell us that the deadline actually got delayed.)

Now I've hardly any time to pick up a brush and whip something up, now my weekly art lessons on saturdays have been reduced to hour-long sketching periods because we're all out of time: the teacher, me, liz, jac... Jac's studying for A's, Liz and I being in different schools having clashing rubbish all the time.. Our lesson timing's changed and is now much much more inconvenient and shorter...

.. I could go on forever. But I suppose my point is this:

Mr Foo was always giving strange project tasks, the timeframe really sucked, deadlines were always clashing with common tests, staying up all night putting the project together, last-minute glueing, last-minute painting, last-minute sketching, how the bunch of us always sat outside the art room on the yellow corridor avoiding foofoo; the paintbrushes were unbelievably hard, the paint usually ruined or finished by lower secondary kids, the numerous humid afternoons we spent in that room... how the iMacs in the art room just love to hang on me when I'm working on something and finally that I ever stuck my hand into a whirring art room fan hence getting my finger sliced bloodily open...

Imagine my surprise when I finally realise

that I really, really, REALLY, really really really really x 8978641230 miss sec 4 art.

Because there's crazy stuff like this.

And a place to go to where no one will bother you nor turn you away because it is as much yours as it is theirs.

20102007; 11:22pm