Thursday, December 29, 2005


My Yellow Raisin Tree.

My yellow raisin tree, Handing out raisins for free.

My imaginary world would be scary to other people, parts of it with yellow raisin trees growing. They'd have hands to offer you the golden yummies, which in my imaginary world, everyone would scramble to take, because most of them would be me, hohohohho!


Tuesday, December 27, 2005


My Eyelids- Closing Down Like Curtains.

I have a feeling that this will either be a very long night, or a very short one if I give up later.

Hate this groggy, I'll-have-my-eyelids-closing-soon-and-I'll-be-gone-in-a-bang feeling. But of course, two hours later and I'll still be up like a zombie, stoning a little thinking about what I'm supposed to be doing and doing it slowly. Then at about five a.m in the morning, I'll suddenly think "GAWDD! Why is it so mind-numbingly cold?!," and the birds will begin to chirp. Then I'll feel a little woozy again in the head and I'll go and turn off the lights.

Aren't we all familiar with the routine?... fwstewrwrewrb.

And GAHH!! I'm running out of things to draw, too. Or maybe it's just an excuse.

*dee dee dee dum dum*

*fiddly diddly doo*

*ting tong tiang*

Oh, and Celine, if you happen to be reading this, your Christmas present will be a little late is coming during THE NEW YEAR!!! is being prepared.

Good luck everybody.
Wait let me end with a cliche greeting all FCMers are fond of using...


All of a sudden, I want to read all the crap and gossips in the Chinese papers, while listening to the jiwang song in Young and Dangerous 6. (Whatever the title is, I've no clue.)

GAWD. And don't lecture me any more in learning Mandarin, you're not even my grandfather, mother, or father. Besides, your singing is -15 out of 10, thank you very much.

*spits out of window*

Thursday, December 22, 2005


Art Market 2nd Day.


*rainbow flashes across sky*

Bwahahhahha, I'm so glad this is ending. Sure, it sold more than we expected and all. And we're profiting. Instead of not being able to sell all the items, now we're worrying that we don't have enough items to sell.

Random thought: How can people do this over and over again for years?!!

*trudges around in a banana suit*

Exshausted and bored-to-be. Arghhhhhhhhhhhhoooooooowwwwbleurghhhhhhhhh.

One more day, just one more day...

Tuesday, December 20, 2005


1st day Art Market

Ok, I didn't picture this at all.
I was already imagining us "chillling" and stoning at our booths until 5, drinking from our handpainted mugs or something.


A lot of people actually customised. One woman even wanted a LORRY, wtf. A bloody lorry. And lets not even get started on the guy who wanted us to do a RO character on his pot. *violent cough*

Pooped and light-headed. In a high, good way I think.

Sunday, December 18, 2005




They ARE, I tell you. You can use them for anything at all. They're dishwasher-proof, microwavable, and no one's going to steal them.


Conveniently, we're selling pots at the art market next week. Before I proceed, let me enlighten you on the uses of a CHEAP, lovely, hand-painted, porcelein pot. *a-hem*

1. To drink 3 sachets of Milo.
2. To weight something down (For extra weight, refer to 1.)
3. To throw at loud yelling people outside your window.
4. Too pee in in emergency cases.
5. To vomit in in super emergency cases.
6. To break when stressed.
7. To contain flowers.

They're only five ringgit apiece. For the work put into those pots and mugs (selling at an even cheaper 4 ringgit per piece) YOU'VE GOT TO get one!!

Come and join our contest (guess the artist of the mug correctly and take home the mug FREE!or buy it if you don't, hohoho), get your mugs customised (for a 1 ringgit fee) and see demos! WOOT!

Wednesday, December 14, 2005


11 Things I Hate About You.

I feel like someone in the upper floor just dropped an 8 kg anvil onto my knee, jumped down through a big crack in the wall, and squeezed my non-existant balls.

I HATE HATE it when you do that, it's irritating. Whether you know it or not.

Just had to rant it out.

On a completely irrelevant note, I miss:
1. My blood red emo blog with random things.
2. My camera.

Tuesday, December 06, 2005


Ballpoint Sketching- Day 19

*Godzilla tramples all over town*

Think that is roughly how I feel now. Was supposed to sketch another one today to be "on track", but somehow I was too lazy lost the enthusiasm for it. After three landscape drawings, I feel like I've eaten too much sugar-coated cereal.

Didn't want to draw the little things in my room (pen, mug, clock) because I'm somehow afraid that I'd get bored halfway and screw it up. After all, I only bound 50 pages, and there's no room for too many obvious mistakes. Gah, sometimes I'm even too afraid to start for fear that I might screw up. Then I'd be left with less than the wanted 50.

But then again, it's not like he's going to count 150-something/more students' sketch books...riiiiiiiiiiiiigghht???

OK, none of us are going to take that risk anyway. The consequences would be _______ *insert negative noun here*

Maybe that fear will get me working again. Gahhh.

Sunday, December 04, 2005



Dear Lindz,

Thanks for listening to my crap,
Saving me from mishaps,
Chaffeuring me around like you're my driver,
Not merajuking when I never "see you later".

Cheering me up with your fantastic sense of humour,
Laughing even though I was being a lamer.
Accepting me for me,
And all the wonderful memories.

I deserve to be whipped and spanked.


Saturday, December 03, 2005



Sucks being short when you're in a train packed with people, smelly arm-pits all around.

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