Just a thought.

Time: 12:51pm

Date: 7 June 2010

Location: Basement of Menzies

coz Basement of Matheson's TOOOOO NOISY.

It may be argued that since we don’t know how to calculate the behavioural consequences of mass art for morality, we should refrain from bluffing about our knowledge of the supposed behavioural consequences of mass art and stop trying to invoke knowledge we do not have to justify our moral evaluations of it… Any group that claims to be able to predict the behavioural consequences of, for example, pornography, it might be said, is simply trying to advance its own sensitivities and moral preferences under the guise of a “theory”.(Carroll, 1998, p.301)

boy.. wonder who pissed Carroll off...

*edited@4.23pm*
-Still in Menzies basement-

that day what KK said something unintentionally that seemed like a lightning bolt to me.
"yea, u art students, 1000 words' nothing to you la...."

Words are not natural to me.. they don't come to me. I'm not eloquent. nor do I have rational/critical thoughts. Those are what defines an arts Student, I think. by having your voice (POV) in any issue, being a master of words and having the gift of the gap... or one of the above.

but not none of the above...

I'm at most, a fraud, who is hiding behind a weak facade, fooling everyone but me. Or maybe a mediocre actress, at best. starring in a indie-film that no one watches. Or maybe, the only one I'm fooling, is me.

I'm having Mid-Life crisis... really wanna have a glance at that Gypsy's crystal ball to see what path my plain self will lead me to. no longer feel like I'm overflowing with potential... like i did fresh out of high school. for the first time, I felt like time is running out.

ps/: I've gotta say, the basement's air conditioner is CRAZY. it was blowing out hot air just now till I took off my hoodie. then now it's blowing cool air... WTH?