on the bathroom floor

It's been ages since I last posted. Hmm. Somehow I've lost the motivation to keep posting. Anyway, here I am so better shut up and type...The interview on Monday was a horror. An absolute horror. It was conducted in a large, and I mean rather large dance studio [with the mirrors and all that for the perfect atmosphere] and there were EIGHT people standing there ready to judge every word that came out of my mouth. The horror! Wait. It's the 3rd time I've said that word already...There was no 'panel' or anything. Just a pathetic table, where I was instructed to lay out all my art works. Then, the eight adults that determine the amount of money in my bank account in my near future surrounded me in a nice, pretty circle. They started asking questions that stumped the crap out of me. For real. Here's an example. An innocent piece of art done with pencil, and very watery paint. She reaches over to flip it. The underside is rather empty [duh...], BUT there are 'inklings' of the wet paint that seeps through. She asks me what the seeped paint means to me. I'm not going to reveal my answer because everyone is going to have a hell of a laugh. Then on that same piece, she starts questioning every line and curve I draw, and asks me to explain the meaning behind them. I wasn't sure what to say. Maybe I got art all wrong. I didn't know that every single thing we drew had to have a meaning behind it. There was a meaning in that piece, but only as a WHOLE! I don't know what each and every individual line means! As usual, I had to think on my feet and started blurting out a whole lot of nonsense. One thing that I am proud of though, is that I never kept them waiting. That's rule number one for me. I gave them an answer no matter how messed up my head was at that moment and let me say that it really was.

The only thing I pray for is that they didn't find my explanations too nonsensical.

Anyway. What is over is over. Two of my favourite friends came over and we had a super great time just hanging out. Never had so much fun in ages. Then we went to town and I started looking for my CDs in Borders and That CD Shop and I couldn't find them at all. I was really upset since I waited so long for them but the clerk at Borders said there would be stock in abt a weeks time, so we arranged to hang out again. Starting from Friday, life will finally be less boring. Going to watch a movie with my friends again. On Saturday, we're going to a little concert to support one of them and on Sun my family and I are watching a basketball match. My dad was rather 'forcefully persuaded' to support the singapore team and invest in them by one of his 'friends', but he didn't want to since he did not think it would really profit much[no offence], but that guy insisted he at least try to watch one match and that's why. We even got tickets for a VIP booth. I've never really sat in a VIP booth before so this should be fun, although I'm not really a fan of basketball.

I wonder when Muse is going to have their next album ready. I'm still crazy over them. ALL their albums were really AMAZING, especially the latest one, so I have no idea how they're gonna top it. I'm seriously hoping they do, though. Sigh. It's times like these that I wish I had a clue about music. I'm jealous. Unfortuantely I don't belong in that caste. It's art all the way, baby.