i walk tis empty street on A Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps and I'm the only one and I walk alone...


We all dream; we do not understand our dreams, yet we act as if nothing strange goes on in our sleep minds, strange at least by comparison with the logical, purposeful doings of our minds when we are awake.

what is my dream?

sat nite:4 ex-TP DES students gathered together.
The Shy Guy is pursuing his degree at Raffles Design.
The Dazed is leaving for australia to pursue a degree in media design.
The Drifter,is working for his dad in a furniture laminating company.
The once upon a time fashion designer,the Slacka,is teaching as a career now.

The Shy Guy asked,"what made u go into teaching?"
it felt like a knock on my head.
everytime someone asked me this question,it felt like a slap on my face.
it hit me really hard when he asked me that because i see 3 passionate designers in front of me.
where is your passion for design?
was it ever my passion?

my passion was interior & architecture,but i was rejected & offered apparel design.
The Dazed told me to think twice.He asked me to appeal,but i did not.
why didn't i pursue?
where was the drive that i lacked of?was it not my passion? or was i just a slacka who lived up to her name?

i grew to love fashion -- the glamour,the beauty,the flamboyance,the imagination & the passion was beyond description.
i failed to see the ugly side though -- the bitchiness.

"Art produces ugly things which frequently become more beautiful with time. Fashion, on the other hand, produces beautiful things which always become ugly with time."

The Drifter said that he missed the good old poly days.
the poly days were the worst days of my life.
i had flashbacks --
hypocrisy,bitchiness,betrayals,wannabes...
those whom i thought were my closest friends turned out to be back-stabbers & ungrateful ingrates.
those who were really down-to-earth were the ones who were true & sincere.

i lost my direction 2 years after i graduated.
worked in a corporate uniform company,but the sense of satisfaction was no longer lingering.
where was that passion?
was it ever passion?

i dreamt of studying in LCF, London.
it is only a dream,far beyond reach.
A dream becomes a goal when action is taken toward its achievement.
why didn't i pursue it?
where was my passion?
was it ever passion?

what is my passion?
where can i find it?
will i ever find it?
where is that drive that i had for design?
would i be able to find it again?

Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it. Begin it now.