yo gayboy

i saw jeffrey on the way to geography class, and i got back the essay scripts. scored 12/16, which isn't so bad. complex numbers is so difficult to understand, and it's not like i can understand vectors as well =( gp lesson was crappy.

mural work today was so tiring. i spent a long time trying to draw the chinese dance girl's hand. but in the end someone else drew it anyway. i spent an even longer time painting the big green curve on top of the wall. because in between i had to keep touching up on things like black lines, orange curves, skin tones and everything i didn't want to see. people care about details. so, basically i was at the mural from one to eight.

i was just sitting on the scaffolding and painting and painting, as though subconsciously. just painting it for ever and ever, until suddenly i realised that i'd finished the entire of the part i was supposed to do. by the end of it all, i was simply so physically and emotionally tired. felt like crying. walked really slowly back to the mrt. and i had no dinner.

this is the latest development. i'm going to play for syf. not about to regret missing syf after missing the chamber concert.