Thursday, April 27, 2006


Get Twacked, Tooted, and Ro-to-to-to-to-to TODAY!

OK that wasn't so bad.

He did scold and raise his voice a little.
But no rejecting, throwing of pedestal (would be impossible because there wasn't any hahaha!!!), BFs, or any of the sort.

He was just wearing his serious, I'm-so-dissapointed + angry face and commentinghalf-yelling about my apparent undone work. Good thing he didn't make me stand outside the room for 2 hours for smiling.

Woo..kinda glad my sculpture's too heavy to be thrown across the room, kicked without injuring the foot, or pulled and twisted. GAWWDD..dun think I'd be able to stand any of that.

Anyway I have to write more crap and BS in my studies book. No laughing, Lesly bodo!

Well neither do I lah.


Time To Bend Over...

And get screwed by the great Lord V.

Indeed, I've been hearing horror stories about him throwing a BF (watch "White Chicks" for dictionary), throwing pedestals and what not, and generally having a spanking great time.

As quoted in YM by one of our very own Beta FCMer, (who indeed shouldn't quit his day job): "who buy the pedestal from *Mr.X* is suck *Lord. V* said and throw the pedestal."

Alrit-e. Informative. @-)

Now the Sir expects a masterpiece-alike sculpture, a studies book about it (must be heavy enough to kill a 2 cats), two fantastic self-portraits, and holy GOD SAVE US, as if that is not enough, at least 50 (I sure hope it's at most 50) sketches on human anotomy.


Accounting does seem rather tempting now.

Well hello, hellooow, Faculty of Management. Hellow, Indian all-girl gangs who listen to only Indian music, and fast-talking Cantonese Chinese girls who only travel in groups of 15!

Anyway, before I saw off my own head/chisel my toe off delieberately to release myself of this pain:

The funniest phrase for today, as said by one of the Cyberia guards after a freak accident:
"Itu orang masak punya gas bocor, apabila masak, api terkena gas, lepas itu letup. Ayam yang dia masak pun terbang!"

HAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHA!!! It's a classic. I'm so going to remember MMU now!

Tuesday, April 25, 2006



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It wasn't supposed to be like this!
The wood was supposed to be as smooth as butter when I drill holes through it. I was supposed to be almost finished by now, and sanding it.

Now the wood is too hard to be drilled even 0.5 milimeters deep, and I can't chisel the wood without waking up the whole hostel block.

Man, I should just let everyone hate me.

Friday, April 21, 2006


Skinning Bark

So there I was, skinning the bark off my log, getting high with the pandan (a.k.a screwpine (!!)) + freshly cut grass smell with a chisel (skinning the bark, not getting high with the chisel), almost getting my flesh nicked off in the process.

Skinning bark and a bit of skin, two days later and I'm done.

Now I only have to saw 5 inches off, carve some super-mind-boggling/orgasmo-inducing stuff into it, sandpaper it smooth, and then polish/varnish it.

After I finish my studies.


The bark pieces does smell so good I'm going to make it into potpourri gahahha.

Sunday, April 16, 2006


8 Aliens in Underwear.

8 green aliens in their underwear. Meet Yago, Yago, Yago...

Am too stressed to think properly.
Was pushing my table, and my fingers instinctively moved to kononnya undo the pushing of the table. This has gone too far!! *__* Maya is evil, vertices are a pain, and I have to undo again and again and again. Enough la wei. BAh GAh. *Fuck-a-doodle-doo.

*Invented by Charel the foul-mouthed. Somebody wash her mouth out with soap.

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

I'm so going to burn in hell.

Monday, April 10, 2006


2ND DAY SHOOTING- Fields of (stinging and biting) Gold.

Before we start this long post, I'm going to show you a picture of a kitten.

So this is a picture of a kitten.

Now on to the post.

After the glass reflection scene at Gay Gothic Whore's Place, we shot the grass field scene at Cyberjaya. It was more beautiful than I had imagined.

Sunset and tall + brown stalks:

Tan shooting the scene from above.

Calvin and Wendy during filming.

Director giving orders. Sloooooooooooooooow. *yawn yawn scratch scratch*

The sun was about to set, the whole place was flooded purple-grey, and we were shooting our last scene.

Suddenly, from far away: "HOI!!." Then "PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!." SHittttttttttt. A police car and two police, far far away on the road near the field. Thinking that it was probably nothing, we happily went on filming and sent Ivan to "layan" them instead. After awhile, Ivan called back. And APPARENTLY, (get this ok) ...they thought we were:

a. Smoking pot. (holy frying smoking @$!%$#^#&*&)
b. Filming a porn video
c. Smoking pot while filming porn.

Ok, the last one I made up but WTF?!!! Who the toot in their right minds would smoke pot/film porn at a bugs-and-mosquitoes-infested, stones and long grass-covered ground?!

BODO. They even threatened to bring us to the police station to take urine tests. In the end, nothing serious happened because they confirmed our students statuses.

Freaking pissing off though, especially during the litttle "I'm-a-police-so-build-me-a-shrine-me-session". PAHHH. *spits on random police head*


Wednesday, April 05, 2006



HAHAHAHHAHAH! My computer cracks me up.

I wasn't even rendering or doing any hard-core photo editing.

All I did was open up a few Yahoo chat windows and a browser, and when I minimised my chat windows, THE BLOODY CLOWN EMOTICON WAS STILL STUCK ON MY BROWSER WINDOW!

And it was still moving, blowing the little trumpet and acting silly.

HAHAH! OMG, THE STUPIDEST thing cracks me up. Must be the buggah workload.

Saturday, April 01, 2006



Like pixies' weddings,
Millions of bright butterflies,
Yellow all around.

Sampat taking pics,
Yellow blooms hangs over me,
Now I have neck pain.

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