Thursday, January 26, 2006
yowl. in the office room now.
my mind was cluttered with thoughts, all the way from 852 interchange to walking into the school.
i was pondering, racking my brains for ideas for my maybe-portfolio (which i would have to submit if i can, and still want to, get into ArtsMediaDesign course at NTU). and for the 3 minutes video.
and it hit me, that i have been thinking like i was already an ad-conceptual designer (i coined this title myself) since years ago. i let myself be carried away, with ideas on how to improve advertisements i see on tv. and take note of almost every single ad that passes me, on the bus, on pamphlets, in the lifts. i guess thats how a dream grows, how mine grew. can hardly imagine doing anything else than that. do not even want to entertain thoughts of an adult me keying in accounts, cajoling customers to buy some product, stitching up a child's wound.
i can only imagine how crushed it would be, like for shiqin's friend. when the doctors confirmed that her spinal injury was serious enough that she would have to stop dancing for life. her world probably caved in, crushing her and her broken dancer dreams. it would have been like her most horrid nightmare, only worser.
it is so easy to be swayed when the rest of your world snide and show that they hardly think you're good enough for that, for anything. but by myself, i allow me to float along with my wildest fantasies, leaving the world of doubt and sceptism behind.
i have a strong hunch, that my life would be turned upside down if i got in, if i had a chance to.
but the million-dollar question - up or down?
my mind was cluttered with thoughts, all the way from 852 interchange to walking into the school.
i was pondering, racking my brains for ideas for my maybe-portfolio (which i would have to submit if i can, and still want to, get into ArtsMediaDesign course at NTU). and for the 3 minutes video.
and it hit me, that i have been thinking like i was already an ad-conceptual designer (i coined this title myself) since years ago. i let myself be carried away, with ideas on how to improve advertisements i see on tv. and take note of almost every single ad that passes me, on the bus, on pamphlets, in the lifts. i guess thats how a dream grows, how mine grew. can hardly imagine doing anything else than that. do not even want to entertain thoughts of an adult me keying in accounts, cajoling customers to buy some product, stitching up a child's wound.
i can only imagine how crushed it would be, like for shiqin's friend. when the doctors confirmed that her spinal injury was serious enough that she would have to stop dancing for life. her world probably caved in, crushing her and her broken dancer dreams. it would have been like her most horrid nightmare, only worser.
it is so easy to be swayed when the rest of your world snide and show that they hardly think you're good enough for that, for anything. but by myself, i allow me to float along with my wildest fantasies, leaving the world of doubt and sceptism behind.
i have a strong hunch, that my life would be turned upside down if i got in, if i had a chance to.
but the million-dollar question - up or down?
can you hear the soft swoosh of the butterflies' wings. 11:06 AM.
