THE CRAPPER SPEAKS
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Feeling huge mega ultra super disgustingly emo. o_OSomehow,
somehow semestral breaks always have this emo-effect on me. Withdrawal symptoms of not seeing the same classmates even before I leave class. Today's the last official day, but tomorrow's my last day, because of my elective. I can't stand it! I want classes!
Made the best video that I've done so far, today. We combined team strength; my team did the video and the other team did the stills. Combined it in Final Cut Express. Super emo. Wahahaha. I'm glad I was forced to work with unfamiliar software. It's a pity I couldn't toy around with Final Cut Pro 5. It's super unfair lor; I saw its capabilities from a distance and thought to myself, I'm getting ripped off by cheap software!
And then I worked and worked and played around with the transitions and video effects and achieved half of what I wanted. It's a pity the transitions were difficult to master and I only just learn the speed command. If I had a chance to redo it again, boy is it going to look sleek!
Ah well, time's ticking. Think I'm going to stop wasting time doodering around here. Got a reputation to keep. *yeah, reputation as a over-apologetic, under-appreciated geek* :) I act well.
Psychedelic;
3:15 AM
CRAPPY
The Poem
A poem is a feeling,
A heartfelt longing,
What makes it good,
Depends on your mood.
A tingling in your heart,
A quick flash of a dart.
A fragment of your life,
The rhythms of YOUR jive.
So ask not from without,
But seek to show out loud,
For this is truly you,
Done beautifully too.
