9am. that was supposed to be the reporting time. just as the minute hand pounced on '3', she shuffled into the grounds of the national library, her sling bag bumping clumsily against her skirt, causing some discomfort to her thigh.
the place was hushed, though there were a few diners at Hans. up ahead, she could see the panels already set up. a few people were about, fiddling with the sound equipment. there was no sign of her coursemates. turning towards the glass doors of the library, she sighed. the library wasn't open yet either. the chairs near the counter were, nevertheless, accessible. she waddled towards them.
time trickled as she stared into space. the black cushioned chairs were quite comfortable, but she forced herself up to check if any of her coursemates had arrived.
"i have to print something," said yixiu. iz had also arrived! at least there were three dcmd souls. she tailed them to sunshine plaza, pausing a moment to inspect her reflection in the glass of nlb; a bespectacled girl in a blue blouse and light brown skirt, a sling bag, soft slip-on shoes, and two ponytails.
yep, she nodded,
could have passed for a secondary student, and allowed herself a private smile.
she did what she did best in the 'double a' shop at sunshine plaza... rot. but simply rotting became boring and before the decaying spread to her mind, she decided to take a gander at shops in the vicinity. there was one sporting anime goods and she pressed her nose to the glass for a long while... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
back to the double a shop she went. her friends have yet to settle their printing business. the A0 boards wouldn't be ready till later. sighing, she exited sunshine plaza and made for book haven again. this time, it would be open.
for a long time she stayed. the library was a refuge. the calm in the chaos. the eye in the hurricane. the blind to her worries of her future and career.
after a few hours had transpired, she stepped outside anyway. the boards have arrived. she looked at hers and grimaced.
sucks like shitcrap, she thought.
pieced together in a morning in a slapdash manner. nobody will want to hire me. i'm just not good enough. she knelt on the carpet and helped velcro-ed the boards anyway.
opening night dusked upon the DCMD and DID students. she donned the black t-shirt (borrowed) and the black lanyard, careful not to wander near her panel. with a heavy heart, she bided her time till dinner came, fed, and left, eager to put distance between herself and her nondescript exhibit...
as you can see, the undesigner is trying her hand at meddling with the code she sees in blogger, with little success. yep, just a little. don't even know what i have in mind actually. aha.
