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June 18, 2007
Her Call to Greatness
This semester's scores are out. No, i'm not going to delve deeper into it, thank you.
Major posting results should be out any time soon. And for god-knows-how-many-times, here i find myself yet in another crossroad. Standing perfectly still, paralysed by my own fear. Too hollow to think, too numbed to comprehend, too discouraged to move. The oh-sounds-familiar story of my life...
yet no lessons learned.Well, it is certain now that it'll took lightyears for me to achieve something as marvelous as
Peter Callesen. How in the world could he create such intricate beauties? I took Nirmana Trimatra* class for two semesters straight (which I flunked miserably, but I digress..) and I can safely say that creating a statuesque 3d-objects out of flimsy thin paper is gruelling. Time-wise, labor-wise. Kudos to him.
* I'm unable to find the English term for this. Lemme see, this class basically involves turning junks (i.e. drinking straws, construction papers, bricks, steel wires, etc) into... even more shapeless junks. Oh well, that does no help explaining. Anyone care to define Nirmana Trimatra for me? :P
adyani rode the Shrimp Boat.
4:59 pm
