Saturday, February 16, 2008
Today. Saturday.I'm so frustrated with the graduation exhibition. All about the layout of the booth. As a group, we get a mock-up stall (which consists of 5 boards for all 5 members). The problem begins when no one can agree on what everyone in the group should display. Although it is an individual board, but there must be a uniform look to all 5 boards.And thus, problems begins.Boards.Fucking aunty S wants massive amount of A3 boards to be pasted onto each individual boards. It is not the boards I have a problem with.It is the "pasting it and thats all" look.WE ARE FUCKING DESIGNERS FOR CHRIST'S SAKENot some applied science or engineering school kids.So I came up with my own plan. Ronald saw it, liked it, and we decided then that we would both use my idea.PROBLEM 2My VMer is now giving me problem.Supporting the non-talented, non-artistic "designer" aunty and her SUPER BRILLIANT ideas of pasting foam boards.NOW THAT IS A MAJOR PROBLEMBecause this is MY board.It is MY final work.Hence, I should be able to make MY own decisions on how I want to display my work.Not to let SOMEONE ELSE tell me what to put up and all.This is the final straw.If Moday comes, and for whatever shit reason I do not get to do it my way...I WILL STILL, repeat, STILL DO IT MY WAY, LIKE IT OR NOT.Fucking pissed. On the brighter tone..I just came home from steamboat with Jan, Esther and David.Tian Tian Huo Bo at Bugis.