A fictional newsletter I designed exclusive to my course, Communications & Media Management. Additional photos by Nicole Loh and Jacklyn Wu. Additional content by Nicole Loh and Dylan Xie.
These are anti-littering poster and advertorial designs I did for school.
The Squid and the Whale has definitely etched itself into my list of favourites. I love how the need to find blame in both the father and/or mother presents itself clandestinely and subtly through the melodrama. I found this fluctuating as the movie progressed, shifting from father to mother and back, and I eventually realised that the balance rested on Walt. The more significant of the two children (because Frank establishes himself early on as a vulgar and irrational pubescent), Walt served as a pivot between the two parties in the emotional conflict, and my loyalty shifted between two adult protagonists swayed whenever Walt decided one deserved more than the other.
At the end of it all, I found that neither parent deserved the credibility their respective child (Walt on Dad’s side, Frank on Mom’s) granted them, and there were no correct sides to take in this intensely awkward tale of painfully funny dysfunction.
Thank you.
When it’s too complicated for rational explanation,
Red faced president
Took afternoon tea with her majesty the Queen
And they watched old films flicker
Across the old palace movie screen
What a shame as she slipped in the rain
The poor dancing girl she won’t dance again
And they said it was a transmission
To take my love my love
to you
Zero Relevance is my middle name. I’ve found a friend in Clan Narrow Bold. Sigh, lots to learn, lots to learn.
The scope of my opinions has been rather erratic of late. Sleep is variable, tasks of urgent importance are constant, yada yada yada. I still have problems dealing with people. Verbal communication fails me most of the time. I fail at verbal communication. I wonder if Essential Graphics Software and Graphic Design Fundamentals are subjects really worth fussing over. I mean, at the end of the day, what the requirements really are are for corporate-consumer communication. The aesthetics involved are all (I’m sorry, lack of sleep, thus I’m going to reduce this to) profit-driven.
Everything else is secondary. Therefore, the assholes with the cliched designs and nausea-inducing juxtapositions are going to get their As as long as they “communicate the message”, never mind the secondary school creativity. I guess deep down I just owe it to myself to keep my head up and principles in check. Admittedly, I have a lot to learn, but I probably won’t learn much from my lecturers or coursemates.
My poster is due on Friday.. I’ll be breathing better once that’s over with. A brochure for Aljunied GRC follows. Probably start ‘prototyping’ on Friday. For now, sleep beckons.
Today two cups of coffee put me through several epiphanies of urgent realisation. I pushed myself on my wooden swivel chair to the large mirror next to my desk and whispered, “Do something with your life,” to my reflection. I looked into my own eyes and I saw the words ‘change the world’ in stark serif. I blinked and the words ‘your surfeitedness with life is a bane to your existence’. I then moved myself and chair back to my desk and stared at my laptop. Images and symbolic references, though obscurely relevant, reminded me of someone dear to me. It was then I realised I am a blase entity because I am as passive as a piece of driftwood with tired and lazy human arms, marred with the universal curse of inconsistency and the constant need for blame.
However, because I am constantly existing in a state of inconsistency, you, you, you, you and you do not see the entire picture. The impression you have etched in your minds is but an involuntary illusion that exists due to a multi-facaded veil of pretense. Its purpose? Don’t ask me. I would not know. This pretense sits subtly over my face and masks my emotions and thoughts pervasively, beyond my control. Whether or not it is a catalyst for a spark of artifice in my character is beyond my scope of concern. I think I’m learning to deal with this.
The fact that I am growing accustomed to my personality dysfunction is a sign of trouble. This now poses an existential problem: if I am learning to deal with this parasite that is a perpetual interruption to the manifestation of life, then it means it is depositioning the essence of my character, and replacing it. Quietly, it tells me my disgruntlement and anger is a source of empowerment, and it will be because of this that I will do something with my life. In my opinion, death is not the only constant in life. Change is. Adapting to it is the hard part. Death is easy. Change will lull you into a sinister depression.
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