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2009-01-06T17:48:00.001+08:00

look @ the shoutbox kthxbye.

brb

2008-08-31T18:43:00.000+08:00

[Am repairing this blog now. Meanwhile....]

youtube.com

Internship...in sketches

2007-07-04T11:21:00.000+08:00

Midget on a train (midget's point of view)

Signs made for the office pantry:

Do not steal popiah

Do not steal porridge

Do not steal lonesome kuih
cos Hungry person + Stolen Food = "WOIWHO STOLE MY POPIAH!!!!!!!!!."

The chunest transformer! HAAHHA
Oklah enoughlah

我是华人

2007-05-17T14:54:00.000+08:00

老师我很怕!

Dang baby!

2007-04-01T23:09:00.000+08:00

*grabs mic from The Queen of Hearts and stands under spotlight*

*gives a big wave and smile*

Hello to you and you and you and you! Hello hello hello! *ahem* Well, I too am a guess blogger here. I shall not reveal myself in case I break the oath of secrecy I've sworn to. I'm here to tell y'all losers how its like being an ice cream.

Yes. As happy as the lickers and suckers are when they eat me, they don't know what goes on beneath. First, I shall explain how I came to be.

It was a fine day like any other so a few friends friends named Milk, Sugar, Cream, Chocolate Chip and Fruit Puree decided to meet. Milk was telling us how it was like being squeezed and squirted from home. Poor fella. Imagine that. Anyway, they were all telling their stories of how the world began for them when suddenly, a big churning machine came from behind them and sucked them all in. They were helpless I tell you! Poor souls.

2 days passed. So from the day we had met up, it was already The Day After Tomorrow. The world froze. Jack Hall (Dennis Quaid) was still out the lookout for his son, Sam Hall (Jack Gyllennhaal). He was panting as he struggled to haul himself above all the wreckage only to settle upon the machine that we were all lying very still in.

“Hey, Sugar…you alright there buddy?”

Silence filled the churning cauldron.

“Milk? Fruit Puree? CREAM????”

Tears almost welled up in Chocolate Chips eyes. Fate had taken away his faithful friends.
No longer having the will to go on, Chocolate Chip took his last breath and settled on top of Cream.

Jack Hall jolted up as the machine he was lying on suddenly roared to life, choked and sputtered. Then silence. Out from the little mouth at the bottom of the machine lied the fruit of all the commotion a few seconds ago. This is probably what I looked like at that time.

Anyway, Jack found me so good. Kept licking me like how a dog would lick his master. He lived. He found his son. The world melted. And now we’ve got global warming. Such An Inconvenient Truth. Don’t you think so? Al Gore sure does. Anyway, that’s another story for another day.

Now, I come in different flavours, colours, shapes, sizes and I go easily with anything. Bread is a good friend of mine. Wraps me up to keep me warm. But that sucks coz I melt faster. Peaches just dilute me to the max. Some humans irritate me when they start coating me with some dark brown gooey stuff. Aren’t I good enough for you people??? I do like it though when it starts pouring colourful, sweet rain on me. =D

So, for you suckers out there, I go through a lot just to feed your fat tummies. But you don’t know my secret do ya now? Well, here’s a little something. When I enter your gross system, I go into places that you can’t find me at. For instance, your thighs. Try busting me there, fools. After eating me a while, you’ll have realized that I never leave your body and when more of me comes along, I will take over you and give a little present called High Blood Pressure or maybe Diabetes. See how lucky you are.

Well, that’s my little story for tonight. Hope you folks enjoyed yourself. Will be back here same time, same place if I’m not shot yet while in the WC.

Oh by the way, HAPPY APRIL FOOLS DAY!!!

*takes a bow*

I Love Poppies and Coke

2007-03-29T03:38:00.000+08:00

Hello. I am Queen of Hearts.

I am today's guest blogger.

I am blogging on behalf of my vegetable friend here, seriousartstudent, who has well, become a vegetable since Wednesday February 28 due to severe schizophrenic behaviour and in manic depression state, she has decided to jump down 5 storeys below of her hostel block. Hence, the picture with no post on Wednesday, February 28, depicting cars parked neatly in a car park with yellow-orange lighting to convey her suicidal thoughts.

She has indeed, become a vegetable, but I have managed to establish a telepathic connection to her through my superior sensory organs.

Telepathy (from the Greek τῆλε, tele, "distant"; and πάθεια, patheia, "feeling") is defined in parapsychology as the paranormal acquisition of information concerning the thoughts, feelings or activity of another person, the implication of "paranormal" being that the information is not gathered using the usual five senses, directly or inderectly. (- Wikipedia, 29 March 2007)

Through one of my daily telepathic conversations with her, she addressed her utter grief at not being able to conduct her usual act of blogging due to her being confined to the bed at all times and being a prisoner of her own body. She does not want to disappoint her readers and thus decided to ask me to blog on her behalf, as a guest blogger.

So now, I am here.

In her blog.

Pondering what to blog about.

Oh wait, telepathic connection establishing. (I think she wants to talk to me) *laser shooting sounds in the background*

Okay, she has asked me to blog about my current insatiable cravings for the japanese noodle ramen.

Well, for the unknown, ramen is a Japanese dish served in broth, of Chinese origin. It differs from native Japanese noodle soup dishes, in that it is served in broth based on meat or chicken, as well as in the type of noodles and toppings used. Ramen is served with a variety of toppings, such as sliced pork (チャーシュー chāshū), seaweed, kamaboko, green onions, and even corn. (- Wikipedia, 29 March 2007)

Please proceed to click here to have a look at a fine example of ramen chicken noodles.

See how succulent are the chicken slices as they sit neatly adorning the bowl of ramen, so tempting and dare I say, seductive. Observe the thin layer of oil lubricating the noodles, enveloping them and tranforming them into brilliant strands of golden threads, morphing mere chicken slices into superior specimens of refined poultry delicacy. Take heed of the green sprinkle of spring onions as they float atop a sea of broth, adding live and vigour to the already glorious and sumptuous meal, bathing the noodles in green leprechaunish delight.

There, I think I have blogged enough of ramen noodles.

I shall leave you in amazement of that very bowl of ramen noodles I have been talking about and I shall bid you farewell.

Until then, see you my dear readers.

Signed and sealed with lots of love and kisses and hugs,
QoH.

2007-02-28T02:57:00.000+08:00

Waiting (Illustrated in Paint)

2006-12-25T05:18:00.000+08:00

This is me waiting for a 2000-plus X 1000-plus pixel 3d booth to render.

This is me waiting for my turn during crit session. *CrapI hope our lecturers don't blog-surf or have (god forbid) spies like Voldemort did*

And this is ~~me waiting to hibernate~~ ~~recuperate~~
a seal.

Have a panadol ready.

2006-11-14T17:43:00.000+08:00

In Environmental Design class we were told to sketch a "surprise element" for a car booth at an exhibition hall.

When it was my turn to present:

: A race track, built around the exhibition hall! blablabla...
Mr.F : *after a few seconds* HOW ARE YOU GOING TO BUILD IT?

No wait it was more like: . He was almost pixelated-shocked.

I think I was either (in my own world), , or

The rest of the class was either , , or .
If he was Lord Voldemort he would have said, spit flying all around, "WHAT?! Are you a , , , or a ?!." But he's not lah, so he didn't. AHAHAHAHA. Potong Stim betul.

Of course 30 minutes out of class I realised I missed out one important word. Mini.

I suspect he was the one that was "in charge" of scaring the not-so-happy MI campers during the last camp. And he was the one that probably got a little shock when I screamed back !!!!!!! (And after a few seconds squinting into the dark at them).....OH .

Anyway he was nice enough not to over-react on 2 occasions. Owh no wait, it's three. Third one not involving me when he was inside a toilet stall (during a lecture break), heard a classmate of ours say,"Damn boringah the class", and walked out with a deadpan, non-plussed face. In front of them! Dangit, this guy's got class!

Hope he's got a sense of humour.

Pissed.

2006-10-06T03:11:00.000+08:00

Wishing for all the luck you can get lah now.
When you all can write in proper English sentences then scold me lah. MCH.
Sien.

Purple-haired baby monkey in diapers holding a rain cloud with its tail.

2006-10-02T23:08:00.000+08:00

For my alpha project I did a (funny albeit bad) textural "copy" of Dali's painting entitled "One Second before Awakening from a Dream Provoked by the Flight of a Bee." Ants ate part of it out, the corn seeds part I think.

This was inspired by that title.

Purple-haired baby monkey in diapers holding a rain cloud with its tail.

What if God was just a slob like one of us?

2006-09-18T23:13:00.000+08:00

"What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home"

God Split His Coffee

Three Gila Days @ camp

2006-08-22T01:06:00.001+08:00

I:

1. Was given a combination of bread with Maggi Mee and (separately) boiled egg, instead of egg with bread or Maggi mee with egg.

2. Saw a red and black water snake cruising up and down the river from which I drank water from. (the water tasted like chicken)

3. Saw a fat leech being stabbed to a writhing mass of blood and (what was left of) its tail, seconds after thinking that it couldn't possibly be stabbed to death, what more with that rubber-like skin of it.

4. Threw a papaya in a shadow play too high up, exposing not only the (not supposed to be seen) shadow of my hand, but the fruit as well hahahaha!

As said by a bewildered witness : Yea.. I saw the real thing!

5. Got my slipper ruined by a bamboo bridge and walked around barefoot for sometime. Was most enjoyable in the early morning too.

6. Walked pass a cemetery while BoyWhoAsksStupidQuestionsAtTheWrongTime asked "Eh, is that a cemetery?," three times to three different people, none who dared answer him.

7. Was scared the shit out of during the start of my solo drop by two people, to which I screamed "FUCKKKKKKKK!!." and repeated the expletive again when I realised that one of the "scarers" looked similar to my lecturer (with moustache and a fat pouch). Then I heard two cheeky pipsqueaks laughing waay in front at my misfourtune. *sigh*

8. Heard a gentle-looking, tudung clad Malay girl scream "FUCKKKKK!!!," in the most un-gentle manner as she slipped and nearly fell behind me.

9. Slept through a frog's loud croaking (apparently right behind our heads) for two nights.

10. Hated the guts of the ice-cream man for blatantly lying to another customer about the QueenOfHearts having "salah order"ed when HE heard wrongly and gave us two cones instead of one. TARAK BOLA KE MAMAK!
Cis.Anywaynotthatimportantblablabla.

8-inch pianist

2006-07-24T02:59:00.000+08:00

Place: Mamak
Characters: Miss Joke Dispenser, Mr. Blade Lover, Me, and friends.

It all started with a lame joke, one of the many that Virtual Reality (VR) students share when their lecturers "excuse themselves for a moment".

As told by Miss Joke Dispenser:
(Joke's colorful adjectives has been taken out sorry lazy and eye pain)
A man walked into a bar, where he saw a little 8-inch man playing the piano.
So he asked the barman where he got the lil fella.

The barman told him that he got him from a genie outside who granted wishes.

The man rushed out. Moments later he came back, with a million ducks following him.

"WTF! I asked for a million bucks, not ducks, is he deaf or something?!,"he huffed angrily.

The barman rolled his eyes. "What, did you think I asked for an 8 inch...

At this moment the joke was interupted by everyone at the table laughing. I was stoned.

WTF rhymes with man..8-inch man..

"Pianist," said Miss Joke Dispenser. Everyone at the table had more or less done laughing.

"WHAT!!," exclaimed me, still figuring our what the heck rhymed with pianist and yet had the same meaning as "dick".

"Peee, Peee," Mr. Blade Lover mouthed silently and furiously, trying to save whatever part of my face that was left.

By now part of the mamak was quiet. The mamak guy standing nearby our table was staring at our little quiet conversation.

"PENIS! AN EIGHT-INCH PENIS!!!," Mr. Blade Lover finally screamed, gesticulating madly with his two hands. Onlookers would have the impression that it was a 10-inch specimen instead.

Before we left I saw a few more workers who have apparently been listening in/watching. STONED.

YES I HAVE A PROBLEM. It's pe-nis (as in nurse)..dammit!!!!!!!!!!!
Gahnevermind.

Ice-Cream Puffs

2006-07-10T17:37:00.000+08:00

Still waiting for a random Singaporean to invent ICE-CREAM PUFFS™, have little shops all over Singapore called "Ais Krim Paf Boy"™ and have the craze spread to this country, where we will come up with our own versions of it, namely:
1. The family group: Ais Krim PapaPaf, Ais Krim MamaPaf and Ais Krim GrandPaPaf,
2. Influenced by famous names: McPaf, Paf King and Secret Puffs,
3. It would be a sin, of course, not to name some MyPuffs. *cough* *cough* (Hey, another way of saying lumps/boobs omg)

And here we will call it CyberPuffs, cos, you know, since we're so.. Cyber and all.

An ice-cream puff= just what I need to battle Flash, sound, and all these multimediacrapshit. Meanwhile, these ingenious ice-cream emoticons will have to do.

@> @> @>

smoke grass

2006-06-22T02:00:00.000+08:00

Lepak ah lepak.

Never felt so ~~useless~~ lazy in my life.

Garrgghh.

In Copywriting class today we were supposed to write a tagline "selling" ourselves. I almost wanted to make mine from the example that she gave on herself.

Hers:
Caution: Almost 35.
Intoxicating.

to mine:
Caution: Already 20.
Intoxicated.

Ah, then again better not. She might not appreciate the bodo joke. Don't want to get into trouble again. *__* Malu only HAHAHAHAHA.

2006-05-23T03:01:00.000+08:00

3 weeks of doing practically nothing.
No datelines whatsoever.
Ahh, smells like bliss already.

2 Min in Painter 9

2006-05-21T02:10:00.000+08:00

I never felt alone
Till I met you
I'm alright on my own
And then I met you

Portraits in Acrylic.

2006-05-15T01:32:00.000+08:00

Self-Portrait. The final piece was a 2 hour "paintjob", messy and purplish in color.

Whole-body portrait. At first I painted it in black and white, with the intention of submitting it in black and white if :
1. No one was going to stop me
2. No announcements from The Great Lord V. was made.
3. No panicked, forwarded IMs were made saying what was not allowed/what happened to the kid who did in BnW.

Then Miss Mock Turtle (Ok lah ok lah not your fault lah ok lah I know lah ok? =)) ) had to rain on my parade saying that it WAS not allowed. Goddammit, so much for getting away with less chromas.

I tried about 5 color combinations, right on the Illustration board (feeling brave, but mostly lazy) and even gave myself a lil heart attack when I ended up with a crappy one after a whole evening. I had unintentionally covered up most of the lines on the face. So, slowly, I peeled off the colors. And the colors came right off! WEeee, thank God for acrylics!

Then I painted on top of the black and white layer with another color combo, which worked.

Five minutes and forty seven years later...

Ta-da! My first ever self-portrait, done in Acrylics. I didn't eat any, so I had some extra to color the sides to cover up for the mess I made.

Ok that's it. I didn't even take a picture of my unfinished sculpture, but it's ok. I'm sure I'll get it back. :D
He'll beg me to take it back! :D

And now that I've submitted all my stuff for Design Process, I have no more purpose in life.
It all feels so surreal that I have nothing more to do. Nothing more to rush for.

...

@-)

Yago's X-Ray

2006-05-08T22:54:00.000+08:00

Idling around = 4 hours
Finding the stupid tutorial after filtering through useless book ads = 2 hours.
"Break"-time = 1 hour
Messing around with Maya aimlessly = 1 hour
Resizing Yago = 1 hour
Finding Yago's eyelid, tongue and teeth in a 3d environment (sorry lah I'm blind one!) = 1 hour
Rigging the flucking-KNNCCB-ing thing = 3 hours

Getting this = Ahhh.

Lovely.

Wrapping Paper Night Sky

2006-05-08T05:23:00.000+08:00

Man I DO like to spend time when I'm supposed to be working.

With a sculpture animation sketchbook portrait pending and whatnot.

I'M IN DEEP HOT SHIT..and I'm wasting time watching stars. Mmmm. *damn freaking lazy and dreamy*

Damn you mosquitoes!

Honey Lime Throatwash

2006-05-03T21:01:00.000+08:00

Washing my throat with lime.

Ahhh, bliss *in the old man in singlet's voice*

More assignments piling up like Tetris blocks.
What AM I going to DO with them?? Go clean your freaking room!

I can't help feeling that the lecturers are men in white lab coats, laughing manically while piling us lab rats with assignments and seeing how far we'll go NOT TO DO IT AGAIN NEXT SEM. WTF. And what it'll take to make us end up in the trash like that rat I saw. (FCMers also do not make good pet owners.)

No wonder we're all suicidal. *__*

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

2006-04-27T11:47:00.000+08:00

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 ~~commenting~~half-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!

AND HE DIDN'T BELIEVE THAT I'D FINISH MY WORK (QUALITY CONTROL AND ALL) WITHIN 2 WEEKS!
Well neither do I lah.

Time To Bend Over...

2006-04-27T04:40:00.000+08:00

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!

HardWood

2006-04-25T02:41:00.000+08:00

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
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.
WAKE UP EVERYBODY WAKE UP AND STUDY! YOU SHOULD BE STUDYING ANYWAY!!*hammer hammer hammer*

Skinning Bark

2006-04-21T14:28:00.000+08:00

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.

8 Aliens in Underwear.

2006-04-16T23:58:00.000+08:00

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.

2006-04-12T23:33:00.000+08:00

I'm so going to burn in hell.
=))

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

2006-04-10T20:32:00.000+08:00

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.

GRASS FIELD:
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*

HOSPITAL BED SCENE:

MY TRUSTY LIL COMPUTER

2006-04-05T15:26:00.000+08:00

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.

Haiku

2006-04-01T18:54:00.000+08:00

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

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

Nonsense lah.

2006-03-31T23:22:00.000+08:00

L to R: Ivy, Lely, Carrine, Rapunzel, Bouncer, *, Pervy, Piggy, The Two Fat Maos, Tantan Sau, and Mr. Petrol Head.

Yesla, I know I'm lucky, hahahha.
I feel lucky too.
:o)

P/S: The French people = Ong Baks.

You're probably an Beta FCMer in your third semester if...

2006-03-25T05:35:00.000+08:00

- You're starting to wish we humans looked like matchsticks.
- You're thinking already in the back of your head how you'd Boolean that building in Maya when you see one.
- You can't wait to get the hell back into your room and start on your assignments while sitting in a boring lecture. (wasting my time!!! GAHH!!)
- You've turned up in at least one morning class alone before, because your mates didn't make it due to some urgent, last-minute assignment and are tidor-mati-ing in bed.
- You'd rather sketch than attend a Creative Communications class.
- You wish you were ~~in Alpha again~~ in FOM.
- One whole week of sleep...never looked better on the screen.
- You're in some kind of a trauma right now.
- You're still AWAKE. Go sleep dammit!

2006-03-23T04:41:00.000+08:00

2006-03-18T18:23:00.000+08:00

Yellow

P. Bridge.

2006-03-13T04:31:00.000+08:00

*crash*
I washed my hands with everything I felt. I didn't mean to.."

Plasticin Smile.

2006-03-10T00:56:00.000+08:00

My plasticin model. Which took 1 minute to create.
Stu-pid.

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHA!!!
Looks damn spaz and innocent.

________________________________

owh my god lah.

A cup that looks like a monkey.

2006-03-04T23:13:00.000+08:00

Which was what I told an idiot after he pretended to ask me if it was a kind of cup. What KIND of people pretends to be bodo, dammit?! Gah, so mind-numbing yet so amusing.

And I FINALLY GOT MY MONKEY CUP!!
though it's a mighty small one

These are pics of it.

Normal settings

Then I tried to create a fairy-land kind of feel (woozy colors, blurry colors, swirling and half-abstract). Cos, OBVIOUSLY, a fairy would look just about right sleeping in one of these during a rainy day.

Woo..reminds me of a fairy baby.

A cute green one.

Orange peel, the stuff that people throw away and then buy them in little cans when they're cancerous, dried-up and salty. I bet someone's mother invented one of those.

Funny Virtual Shit.

2006-02-26T02:23:00.000+08:00

Quoted by real FCMers during an online conference about Media Process Production:
*Names are fictionalised to protect the identities of the peeps*

Si Anu : man i wish we had ichat video conferencing!!
XXX : no webcam
Si Anu : no need. just draw yourself and animate it

Si Anu : lolita lover
XXX : where got
Si Anu : you like undergaed young girls with c cup breats
XXX : dun simply say
Thin Egg Monster : ye la like auntry only..
XXX : ruin my imaghe only

~~Tan~~ Tak Guna : wake from own confusion?
~~Tan~~ Tak Guna: oi
~~Tan~~ Tak Guna: 30 mins more
~~Tan~~ Tak Guna: i gotta continue tenkai's dark realm wei

Si Anu: yeah maybe shes just emo..she sang this becos the girls toilet was full
Si Anu: and she wanted to pang sai

Si Anu : roflmao
Si Anu : zomG
Si Anu : RoXXorxz
Hahaha : ZOMG!!
Thin Egg Monster : ORGASMO!!!

Si Anu : haha
Si Anu : hmm might have aneed to make sounds oso..
Si Anu : we see how lah
Si Anu : haha
Si Anu : bunyi 'kentut

" i tot a cup baru small? "

" HH is the BIGGEST "

"then we should all make a song when we cant pang sai"

And remember, when doing video clips, NO WAKING UP FROM BED, WALKING, RUNNING, (OR ANY SORT OF TRANSPORTATION TO VARY FROM RUNNING AND WALKING), ROWING BOATS (Lesly!!!), OR DEFACATING. Gawwddd.

(Photo)

2006-02-26T01:28:00.000+08:00

Smally's Spastic Party!

2006-02-09T00:16:00.000+08:00

Bright yellow, longish in shape, sticking out prominently, just begging to be pulled out in the Fiction section of Borders.

And I think I've finally found my favourite (humor) author!

I'M OVER THE MOON ON A COW!!!

He's spastic, original, ridiculously funny.
Sigh, what a refreshing book.

Highly recommended by me!
SMALLY THE MOUSE:SMALLY'S PARTY by DAREN KING.

2006-01-12T02:45:00.000+08:00

Fronting shining eyes
Delicate pleasant smiles
But behind a translucent curtain
You give yourself away.

Omen? ! gasp gasp

2006-01-08T16:32:00.000+08:00

Now before I color that poster, I have to color this.
Wow-wee.
Actually I kinda like coloring with a graphics tablet.
Gahahaha.

I had some freaky shit dream this morning, and I woke up with one leg frozen/numb/still sleeping.

In that s.s dream, Lord. V. rejected my assignment. Except that it wasn't some poster, it was some funny thumbnails thingy, where we were supposed to draw two pages of different drawings and write some words. And ALL OF US were getting a sounding for NOT PRINTING THE WORDS. Gawddd. Highly ridiculous and nonsensical now that I've actually typed it out and see it like this.

Anyway, he not only sounded us ONE BY ONE, he also gave me some kind of advice. And get this, for me, he advised me to do some McD's (c) LOGO!!!

A McDs logo!

*__*

Might be starving or something during the time of the dream.

What a dream to have at a time like this, when I still haven't got the time to start on my (now possibly jinxed for life) poster.

Like the old guy in Love Actually might say, (I think his name was Bill)... BUGGER ASS WANK FUCK LETS START OVER AGAIN...

Tummy Greeting!

2006-01-06T03:00:00.000+08:00

Stolen from Birthday girl, Haze.

I thought this was hilarious, kind of like a set of Hamtaro(c)s. Hahhahahha!

Dennis: Heyyyy, Babyyy!! *insert Indian slang*
Tan: *Cute lil girl pose, with knife behind back? :P*
Calvin: *Trying to look pot-bellied* *Eh, strikes anime pose anyway*
Lesly + Belly: You KNOW you want me.. *eyebrows raising 5 times*
Ivan: *Trying to look nonchalant with hiked-up pants* (GAWDDD.. am I really doing this?!!)
David: ELH!!!

Ugly green handwriting. (You've been warned!)

2006-01-03T01:29:00.000+08:00

My Yellow Raisin Tree.

2005-12-29T22:10:00.000+08:00

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!

***

My Eyelids- Closing Down Like Curtains.

2005-12-27T22:32:00.000+08:00

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...

GAMBATE!

2005-12-27T00:22:00.000+08:00

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*

Art Market 2nd Day.

2005-12-22T02:19:00.000+08:00

FOUR MORE ITEMS LEFT FOR TODAY!

*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...

1st day Art Market

2005-12-20T21:58:00.000+08:00

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.

PEOPLE ACTUALLY BOUGHT A WHOLE LOT OF OUR MUGS!!!

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.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU NEED RIGHT NOW? A POT. OR A MUG.

2005-12-18T22:45:00.000+08:00

POTS ARE THE HOTS!

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.

MOST OF ALL, THEY'RE CHEAP.

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!

11 Things I Hate About You.

2005-12-14T01:54:00.000+08:00

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.

Ballpoint Sketching- Day 19

2005-12-06T01:49:00.000+08:00

*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.

HAPPY B'DAY TO LINDZ!!!

2005-12-04T23:05:00.000+08:00

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.

IM SORRY I FORGOT YOUR BIRTHDAY!!!
I deserve to be whipped and spanked.

Me.

Rant

2005-12-03T00:16:00.000+08:00

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

Ink Shits.

2005-11-30T01:11:00.000+08:00

ONE FREAKING MORE FOR TONIGHT, BWAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA!!! And one more tomorrow *faints*

Die, you ballpoint pen ink blot-shits!

Ink-Shit #53

Strangely, I think I'm getting better at this kind of drawing. Drawing fine hairs with pen, then quickly wiping off the ink blot-shits on anything esle other than my sketch book. Then when I'm finished, I write some crap time and date on the bottom right hand of the sheet to fool Lord V. that I've been drawing everyday. Then I get a high.

Then I count how many I have to do again tomorrow to be "on the right track."

One freaking more, HUAHAHAHAHAA!!! *confetti all around*

Snecx's

Your Personality IS...

2005-11-28T22:53:00.000+08:00

Inspired by: PQ PQ PQ :P

Your Personality is...

WE CAN'T PUT A FINGER ON IT.

You are passionate at what you like, care only about the people worth caring about, and you are unique (just like everyone else).

You usually make decisions without using your head first, thus your motto is "Make it, then if it breaks, then only fix it la!."

You prefer a few good friends, rather than many friends, and if they have cars, all the better!

At work, you crave personal expression and meaning in your career. Wtvr.

With others, you communicate well. You can spend all night talking with people, especially about nonsensical crap.

On weekends, you like to ~~hibernate~~ sleep ~~and~~. You don't have extra money for yourself, even less for charity.

You love wu liaw surveys like these, although you already know all about yourself, and even more than what other people should know. Huahahahahah!

(Sorry was bored.)

Inspiration?

2005-11-24T19:13:00.000+08:00

I did a bit of lepaking by myself today.
Went around the campus and did a bit of sketching on a hill behind the Uni buildings.
The weather was unusually balmy and cool. Felt like I was in another place; quite peaceful and breezy. It didn't even rain. :-)
Should do this more often.

Lesson 2- Drawing With Lord. V!

2005-11-23T21:49:00.000+08:00

Every Wednesday morning I get scared shitless in Design class.

This morning, I remembered to bring my loose sheets of drawings, remembered to bring a sketch pad, even remembered to wear shoes.

But I was _____ this close to being kicked out of class.

The man was FURIOUS. ~~His ears were smokin'!~~ He yelled, lectured, and kicked a few people out of his class.

I thought, sitting in a corner at the back of the class, that I was safe. Until he went around looking at people's sketches.

*heart sinking slowly like a ship*

Then he yelled at this guy for not binding his loose sheets.

*gulp*

Thank God he skipped the corner where I sat.

I almost thought I was gonna get it when the guy right in front of me got TOOTed. He drew something like looked to me like a clock/circle + triangles.

Lord V: Ape ni?
TOOTed_boy: *too speechless to speak*

The furious one then scrunched up the piece of paper and threw it at him. Right in the kisser! Right there and then, I had this crazy urge to laugh. But I couldn't. His back was facing me. CRAP!! Almost gave my invisible position away.

Lord V. then walked off, in true style. Might have come out of an old cowboy movie I tell you. Takes gun of a poor, pathetic fellow, bends it, and throws it right in his face.

Aih, just another day in Design class...

Too Slow, Just Too Slow...

2005-11-23T02:54:00.000+08:00

Following the drawing assignment, I was ~~looking for~~ looking sub-consciously for something to draw for the assignment.

Something in Cyberjaya that we have aplenty. Something not boring... alive if possible.

Cats?!

During dinnertime I spotted 3 cats, including a kitten. A greyish mother cat, its kitten, and another black and white "waiter" cat. Suddenly I had this spastic urge to kidnap the kitten into my room for the drawing assignment. After seeing it mauling somebody's leftovers around on the next table...erh. *puke* changed my mind.

On the way back from dinner, I saw two cats, lying near each other with their feet tucked cosily underneath their bodies.

Outcome:
BABI ALL ALSO TAK JADI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Those little boogers kept on looking at me as though they knew I was drawing them and seemed to be making things harder for me. When I had completed an eye, it would stretch or look away.
Didn't help that when one moved, the other had to follow. So when I was drawing the one that was sleeping, the other one would move, causing the sleeping one to wake up and follow it to another corner.

WTH...

I give up. BUGGER ASS WANK! BLOOOO-DY CATS! PEEEEEEEEEEEEEET.

Smokin' Aquarium???

2005-11-20T23:59:00.000+08:00

Firstly, it started with hundreds of red and white balloons, and a huge light blue (Lord V. would be horrified!!) cake, at a Chinese wedding. The bride wore a maroon dress and the groom wore a white suit. (Nothing much here, just putting some colors into your head.)

Moments after the bride and groom walked on the red carpet onto the stage, loud, disturbing music started playing. The kind that sounds like a westernised orchestra playing at Ah Pak's funeral. Scared the hell out of everyone, especially when the violin in the melody got shrill. Then there was a candle light at the end of the room.

Eh? I thought this was a wedding?!

A waiter came carrying a plateful of food, a candle in the middle. He was then followed by waiters and waitresses, each carrying a dish with a candle in the middle.

Jeng Jeng Jeng! *Doreamon dances around with fireworks*

Some of the waiters and waitresses mentioned just now turned around and walked to the back, like they were moving in a circle or something. All of us noticed this waiter, who was walking quite strangely.

At first sight, you'd think that his crotch was on fire. A few seconds later, you'd think that he was holding a smoking aquarium. With three huge candles inside! When Speedy_Gonzales passed us by, I saw that some kind of smoke-producing thing was underneath the "aquarium." He proceeded to move in the middle of the stage. Then he lifted it up like he was worshipping someone with it. A few times, before he got down the stage and passed us quickly. There was some chocolate stuff inside it, and the candles were melting wax onto it.

The clueless guests then clapped.

I was even more clueless! WTF just happened wei?!
Maybe I'm jakun or something. But I've never seen any weird ritual like this before...anyone cares to enlighten this squid here? :-/

Drawing 101

2005-11-17T01:22:00.000+08:00

It was like taking some kind of exam.
We were given 30 minutes to complete a drawing of a night market, and another 30 more minutes to draw 5 animals.

The night market was alright, because on our watercolors trip to Cameron's, I got stranded in the rain while sketching and was drawing the scene for quite a while. Yes, while Charel and I were drawing the oranges displayed, suddenly... FLIPP...they were covered with plastic sheets to prevent them from getting wet. *slaps head*

Animals?! *panicks trying to remember which category it belonged in*
:"> I drew a butterfly in a last minute effort to complete the little test. But they're insects, right?
ARGHHH.

Since all of us practically failed his test, now we have to do 50 drawings (of anything) until the end of the sem. Which is about A DRAWING PER DAY with 4 days leave!
*swears at somebody's grandmother*

To motivate myself:

1. I'd probably be able to draw with my ~~nostrils~~ feet at the end of the sem! BWAHAHAHAAHAHA!!!

2. I'll have lovely handwriting, in cursive!!! Or whatever that looks impressive or feminine, dammit!

3. I'll have an express sketch portfolio!= which I will photocopy and show to my client when I look for a job next time. Gahahhaha, I'm so clever. *rubs own head*

Erm, yah, before I forget. Whoever who's interested in posing for me, nude/wrapped in toilet paper, please contact me as soon as possible. (Preferably under 120 kilograms, thanks.)

2005-11-15T02:07:00.000+08:00

Reminds me again it's worth it all

So I can go home

Art Class Daze.

2005-11-14T04:08:00.000+08:00

I was one of those kids whose parents sent to art classes, them hoping that I'll probably turn into a Picasso of some kind and support them for life after selling a 5"X5" painting.

Erm, in a way, I kinda got into the arts-related (industry?) ~~bidang~~ whatever. They're cursing under their breaths right now, wishing that I had gotten my ass in Engineering instead. Art supplies, developing photos, camera, blablabla. I hope my dad doesn't get a heart attack when he learns that I need a video camera next year.

"This is really going to cost you..."

*pushes negative thoughts aside*

Do parents automatically assume you're going to be some great mathematical genius just because you liked playing with calculators as a kid? :-/ I hope not, cos all I did to get my bro (hahaha, poor kid!) into art classes was draw a few manual game books. Owh, you know, the kind that were "in" in primary school and required players (friends that were forced to play) to choose some kind of route to finish a whole exercise book of game.

Players choose route, weapon, ways of attacking (by mouth and sharp stabs of the pencil on the game book, of course. Usually accompanied by great amounts of spit.)

That's all it took. Zipppp. Suddenly, Saturday mornings were early days, the two "great to-be artists" waking up at 6.30 a.m in the morning to attend art class near the old KTM station. Great_Teacher_Artist was a simple, selamba (all the better) Indian man who we didn't think was so great at that time. In fact, we thought that our dad paid him to tell us to draw, teach a bit when we did wrong, and read The Star until the end of the lesson.

Bah, greatness and its simplicity. 0.01% probability, but if you're reading this, Great_Teacher_Artist, TEACH ME AGAIN!!!

During the first lesson, we were told to draw whatever we liked, to show him where we were. I remember drawing a vase in garish blue and green, and thinking naively that it was some kind of masterpiece. To my surprise (surprise, surprise) he told me off. No shadows! No tone!
Both my bro and I got the idea that we'd be staying for a long, loooonnnng, time to get to where he wanted us to be. Hahaha.

Great_Teacher_Artist told us to get a box of 48 colour pencils each. We thought it'd be some kind of temporary thing. Right? Colour pencils, then move onto watercolors, and so on, riiiiighht? Opps, wrong again.

As far I can remember we used them for a few months, until we stopped. During those months we copied pictures from coloring books (I couldn't see the point then, thought we could just color right in), colored those pictures, colored pictures that he drew (10-seconds-stuff), and still life. We bought oranges, brinjals, eggplant, (Again! brinjals and eggplants! WTF.), and other kinds of vege to draw, usually eating them for lunch afterwards.

Got tired of his lessons and waking up early, and we stopped.

Then later we went to another art class, this time with my sis as well.
When we paid fees for the entire month, we entered the class for the first time and almost died of shock.

KIDS!! Shorter than my waist, running around like...
kids. It was like being trapped in an asylum! We were doing stuff like cutting newspaper and pasting them on art block, painting with fingers, free painting... !@#@@$!
I got so tired of her voice, the way she plucked my brushes just because they wouldn't smooth to a fine point, and mostly because we weren't getting anything out of it.

Once, we had a little conversation: (words to that effect la)

Me: (Getting sick of doing collage) How do you make trees differ from each other when you paint? They're of the same kind.

Scary_A_Woman: Just paint them differently. Add a bit of blue to this one, and the one next to it, add more green so that you can see that they're different.

I took her word for it. Even after observing real trees of the same species WEREN'T of different shades, I just painted them that way to differ them. Thank God I don't do that now, they'd just look out of place.

My third art class, which lasted for a day, was a "trial" kind, which I went with my friend Lindz. The teacher was really enthusiastic, which I liked, and she was even having an exhibition then.

Chun_Art_Guru: What do you want to learn?

Me: (Wah, you're a master of some kind a..) (dun believe) er, photo-realism?

Chun_Art_Guru: *excitedly* Ok!

She told me that materials weren't important then, but the skills required. Of course I didn't believe her then (MAN I'm a skeptic!) because I practically worshipped acrylic at that time. She let me use acrylic anyway, because I insisted.

Chun_Art_Guru taught me about layers and their importance in making the painting "ada substance." She also taught me that the importance of creating art is greater than merely painting from real-life. (For the first lesson, she told me to paint an apple in front of me, enlarged and halved)

Of course now I know that Chun_Art_Guru was actually right about creating realistic pieces using any kind of materials. Not that I've achieved that standard or anything. Haha.

So how exactly did we found out about how great Great_Teacher_Artist was?

Well my mom was at some kind of art academy and she found Uni students drawing apples! So being kids then, we were kind of "advanced" already! Cheh wah! *smug* So all the years of drawing still life finally drilled a little observing skills in me.
All the more sharpened by watching people. *koff* *koff*

If you were not sleepy before, you should be by now.
So am I. Bluergh, zzz.

Condolences

2005-10-20T13:30:00.000+08:00

A friend of my brother's has just passed away.
Please pray for her, thank you.

FREEE AT LAST!!! Random stuffing.

2005-10-06T22:19:00.000+08:00

Because it's been particularly bitter this sem, now that it's all over...

REJOICE!!!

I think that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named somehow had a part in this. Because HWMNBN insisted, we had to make a shell for everything that we submitted. Even the past works had to be encased in a bazooka-like case. And because of all these little things, we had to push extra hard and kill off any sleep hours had we had in mind.

And then there was the work.

The back-aching, endless hours of crouching on the floor, and sleepless nights to achieve works that were as perfect as possible in the shortest time. OK, I was saved from the last minute rush because I "conveniently" thought that the dateline was a week earlier. So, yah. Haha, there you go...ultimate blurness. :">

BUT IT'S OVER NOWDON'T HAVETOCAREANYMORE!!!!
*strangles random virtual puppet in joy*

Ah, the feeling of freedom is almost indescribable, I tell you. It's like running free, with your arms widespread, across wet, dewy grass barefoot. Maybe with a rainbow above. Hahah.

And the verdict? No, I *of course* did not mind that he had decided to give me an A, but I didn't ask for the extra BS "Malaysian Idol" review about my painting. I guess the price of the "A" was all that- the "fame" I didn't ask for, the memalufyingkan painfully long silence of me waiting while he stuffed me with praises and reviews.

So thank you for shooting me to the ground after that, You-Know-Who-You-Are. I need people to ground me, man. Either ways I'll always have you guys. *sacarstic group hug*

Nah, you know I don't mean it. Bwahahha. Thank you anyway for everything that you've done for me. (-:

Speak no evil, Hear no evil, Smell(?!!) no evil, See no evil.
Terpes-,- Sampah, Go To The-, and Hard to- in action.
Pic taken by budak_oren.

Balloons at a Carnival

2005-10-05T17:01:00.000+08:00

Brain and Body apart.

2005-10-04T00:36:00.000+08:00

Ooh-are-arghhhhhhhhh.

That's the kind of sound that my brain would make if it did have a mouth. Roughly 2 more days to go, and I'm already feeling the stress of exams. But my body refuses to move!

Brain: ARGH-oer, stress, stress!! Study exams coming soon, no time to cover all already. *panicks*

Body: Wharrrrrrrrrt? *turns around in sofa* Relaxla, bradder!

I'm going to try and study now. Hopefully, my body will work with me and not fail me like it did during the SPM examinations.

No, you may not ask about my results. >:P

4 Kinds of Forwarded Messages Sent by emm-emm-you people.

2005-09-30T20:40:00.000+08:00

1. Yahoo/Friendster is closing down.

Like wtf/utahamakeh (shaddap, I don't care anymore. HAHAHAHAHHAH). Friendster has horoscope, blogs and now a cuper-chuin tracker that tracks down how many people forward this shit?! Unbelievable as this is, I once sent about 5 or 6 of these messages. Orgh, the blindingly stupid past.

2. Some poor kid is dying.

In case you think I won't dwell on this because I'm scared of being shot to death for sounding mean... I don't freaking care!!! >:P Wahahhaha, go away because this si my blog. *dushhh dushhh* Yes, some poor kid in USJ is having a rare blood disease and all we're doing is forwarding messages to ward of the guilt. Then, after forwarding the message and irritating 200 people on your list, you smile contentedly and continue surfing.

3. Uh-ho! Some poor people have lost their pencil cases, library books, wallets, brains, etc.

Because it had been lost/most probably stolen in the first place, did you think that you're ever going to get it back? CIS BUDAK SIAL! Stop irritating me already. Like I'll ever find that wallet/whatever you're missing anyway. And even if I did, did you think that I'd actually message cookie_orange_girl to return it? I had probably plan to steal it anyway.

4. Dreaded good luck messages. (Usually comes from the CLS community)

As if the ASCII ones (which form the shape of some cute bunny or pig or elephants) are not annoying enough, they have ones made with Chinese characters too. How cute and lucky I feel now that I have received a good luck message like this! ^__^

Ahahah-ha.

OK, I've pissed off people enough. I think I'm going to go and study now.

Third cute thing.

2005-09-30T17:30:00.000+08:00

I think they're the cutest thing ever after Lotus feet shoes and newborn puppies = small, square canvases stretched over wood.

They're even small enough to be given as presents! Ingenious I tell you.

Didn't even take me long to paint this semi-abstract piece of a rose, which I refered to from a magazine page on Charel's wall. It took only about 3 hours, using thick acrylic.

~~Mmm. Smells good too.~~

2005-09-30T04:02:00.000+08:00

Ok. This is finally up. My canvas photo, that I agreed to post up ages ago.

My weird head a.k.a. Indiana Jones canvas thingy. Woo. Supposedly mysterious and Indiana Jones-like. Ha-ha-hahahahhaa. Anyway I'm ecastic nonetheless.

So Julie.

2005-09-28T20:24:00.000+08:00

"So Julie's gotta head off,
Cos Julie's gotta head on...," he sang off-key, obviously swimming in his own lonely cloud of depression. He breathed in the familiar smell of cigarettes, the same kind that she smoked. So familiar...Why this time? Maybe he had too much to drink that morning.
He was not sure himself. He might still be dreaming.
Still the scent that reminded him so much of her lingered on. It seemed to be her. Why is it here? How did it get here???
Surrounding him, so much so that he could feel her presence.

Her beautiful, innocent smile. Slightly mocking and proud, but beautiful nevertheless. Lacy dress, felt uncomfortable when he fingered the material. He never knew how she could wear it. He never dared to watch her dance in the front seats, even after she had insisted repeatedly that he did. Regret washed over him as he recalled sitting behind, way behind in the shadows, where no one could see him. He could picture her in his mind, dancing in that beautiful dress. That red (she told him, a dark, almost maroon-like red) dress. Didn't matter. It could be black or orange or purple for all he cared.

Beautiful Julie, dancing gracefully under the spotlight. The orchestra playing in the background, grand and flawless. Booming in his heart and making him irritated. He HAD to hear her dance, had to. Somehow the orchestra seemed to drown out her movements. Occasianally he would be able to hear the light, graceful steps. The rare times, when it would make him breathless. He HEARD her, actually HEARD her dancing!

Now, gone. Where did she go, he never knew.
Gone, without a word. Gone like the wind, the bloody fucking wind.

He sometimes would wonder if she thought of him. On some balcony, smoking the cigarettes (which he could smell again suddenly, but maybe it was just his imagination again) like she always did, in her red dress, looking resplendent, her hair blowing in the warm wind. He could visualise her beside him again, him touching her lips and feeling her smile. Wondering if she was genuinely smiling.

It came like a old movie playing, an uninvited memory. Suitcase that he nearly tripped over. Soft, leather with "pores", similar to canvas. Lost, panicking immediately, he rushed into the room, tripping over little sharp things that he didn't bother feeling. Called her, room felt empty. He had felt anger, confusion. Where'd she go suddenly?!! Left him. Tried to persuade himself that he might have wrongly entered the apartments. NO. He went back to check. Double(maybe triple)-checked. Twenty-two steps, shoe rack and pillar. Everything felt the same, yet, inside, empty. He ran down.

Checked again, and nearly gave up, until he had accidently touched a piece of something with the back of his hand. On the fridge. A note. Still angry, extremely frustrated with himself and feeling too helpless to think straight, he got the kid next door to read it out. Could not believe what she wrote. But it was her, alright. Would love to deny it, but the tone and the words she had used, it was her. Julie had suddenly morphed into a heartless (bitch? no, he could never use that) person. She had to go, to find another world for herself. To learn new things. He understood it as she had gotten sick of him, and needed an able man, a better man. A man who could see, at least.

Bitterness.

Was she using him all along?, he asked himself, not really wanting an answer. There was still, after all, a little bit of hope inside him that she would return one day. And dance with him again. And laugh at him again for being clumsy and silly and funny all at the same time.

His thoughts drifted away again, wistful thoughts of the past.

One floor below, a woman in a black dress was leaning over the balcony, smoking a cigarette. Smiling softly to herself as she heard him sing another song about her.

"So Julie.."

"So Julie" song by Jason Lo.

EMO EMO wrong timing.

2005-09-27T05:14:00.000+08:00

Want to run across shopping carts in the "So Julie" video clip
and help the Guai Lou find the girl

Thrash the piano in the "Ai Wo Hai Shi Ta" video
and bitchslap the girl in red for being such a great actress

Get splashed in mud and rain in the "Flood" song
and make a mud mask then wash it off with rain

Grow big eyes like an anime character
Then cry while listening to emo songs and flood this place

Smash glass and blood into an exam paper
then pour water over it, like in "Grade A student."

BAHxxxx. Just want to lie on the bed in yellow light and stare at the ceiling being emo. And not doing work. Especially 3D Max. Toot Toot Toot. #@%%^$%^

~~Utamakeh.~~ Sorry, saya bodo. UTAHAMAKEH. sounds like Hakka. Bodo betul.
More stupid stuff. Bodo1.
Bodo2.
Babi1.

Mike, I like.

2005-09-25T23:28:00.000+08:00

1. Firstly, the guy who introduced himself as "Mike" had an Indian accent.

2. He talked at a pretty quick pace, with no irritating background music or sound effects, but with an interesting accent to keep listeners entertained.

3. Then he started saying that people liked to spit in his face just to get themselves heard. So, he is a REAL mike!
HAHAAAHHHAHAHH!!!

4. Finally, he said that the smokers are the worst because they have bad breath, spit like crazy and smell like walking ash-trays themselves. Ok, the last few I added, but heheh.

What a surprise! Finally a Malaysian smoking advertisement on radio that doesn't have:
a.) People wheezing/coughing like they have TB and chicken fat in their throats.
b.) A man with a deep, scary voice saying things like, "Do you know what you're doing when you're breathing in those cancer sticks???." *Deep, throaty, dramatic whisper* "You don't, but you're probably killing a small, thin *wheezing sound* innocent kid...."

Ahh, so refreshing. Finally, a radio advertisement that I like so much I hope they play it often enough for me to memorise. Hahahhaha.
Beware, dear friends. *thunder strikes*

HOW NOT TO DESIGN YOUR Y! AVATAR.

2005-09-22T14:58:00.000+08:00

The irony of it all.
It's like being crowned the king of a poor, diseased country.
Like striking the number, but not the money in a lottery.
And in today's case, all dressed up and ready to go to develop the photos, and it started to pour rain.

Anway, for today's menu, it's:

HOW NOT TO DESIGN YOUR Y! AVATAR.

3. Don't think that designing your avatar topless and with bathing shorts is funny, because people might not appreciate this queer sense of humour and will proceed to think that you are retarded.

2. For goodness sake, a farm background and winter clothes will only reveal how rotten your fashion taste is. Leave the background white, or better still, don't design your own avatar at all bwahahhahahaha...

1. For males especially: bright blue blinking eyes, brown skin and brown hair do not match! It makes your avatar look silly and gay, even more if he's smiling open-mouthed.

Anyway, I hope I didn't offend anyone. (And if I did, it's probably only because he/she has already broken the 3 Golden Avatar Rules), gahhaha.
Any more tips to add? :)

A big SPANK for you!!!

2005-09-21T18:47:00.000+08:00

I'd like to thank Charel dear for enduring 40 mintues of modelling for my Photography assignment. This one I photoshopped, which I thought was nice, though I'm using another one for the assignment.

EDIT: After tummy-tucking and cellulite erasing (lousy job though). Better? Or still want me to take it out? :P

Skittles rock!!!!!

My Happiness (In Pirate Talk)

2005-09-21T03:10:00.000+08:00

ARRRR!!

Yo-ho-HO!! Me finally finished me canvas, in full bloody acrylic!! Die, ye scurvy dogs!
*whips you with a cat-o-nine-tails*

*coins raining all around*

Mooncake Celebration Recipe.

2005-09-20T02:09:00.000+08:00

5 large mouthfuls of mooncake
2 glasses of hot, bitter tea, preferably with tea leaves
3 doses of insane laughing
200 spoonfuls of camera flashes
30 mugs of weird, dumb expressions and candid shots
5 sprinkles of hyperism
3 dashes of cussing
10 ounces of jumping/climbing buildings/ladders/rails/whatever
5 teaspoons of a beautiful bridge
1 playground with a swing and see-saw
12 candles and a lighter (nyahhahahha)
9 servings of good old fattening mamak food, accompanied by Fear Factor and mamak food stories.

Blend it altogether. Finally, add:
1 more grateful prayer that ~~Lesly~~ we didn't break anything on the playground.

You TooTers, I hope you're reading this.

2005-09-17T04:45:00.000+08:00

But then again, if you are, you probably aren't doing your jobs, you sick goons.

Two bloody weekends in a row!!!

!@#$@%#$ Never had I expected this shit to be flooding this way! ~~And it's not even the weekend yet.~~ Ok, now it is, but it happened before the weekend, dammit. NEVER cut off the water supply like this when I'm about to make myself a hot bowl of Indon Mee!

!$#%

It would be funny, of course, if:
A. This did not happen to me.
B. Someone esle had shampooed him/herself halfway and had no water to wash him/herself off with, but had no choice but to wipe him/herself with Kleenex to dry HAHAHAAHHHHHA!, and I got to know about it.
C. This all happened while I was asleep.

And I've run out of coins because I sillyly bought a can drink with all the coins that I owned. Now I'm thirsty and pissed. I think I'm going to drink some pipe water and go to bed swearing at everyone's mothers tonight, good night.

Acrylic the pest.

2005-09-17T01:15:00.000+08:00

I'll try to remember not to get too much acrylic on my skin the next time.

This bugger material is hard to come off! It goes into my fingernails and skin pores and just sticks there, refusing to come off until I scratch it.
The result? Red skin and a very irritated/pissed me.

There's something esle I'll remember for some time though- Never wear a bright yellow shirt in Mr. Ken N's morning class.

What YOU remind me of:

Audrey-
1. Jesus
2. Pink nike jacket.
3. White Satria + Range Rovers/hyperism

Celine-
1. Pigs/Shit
2. Being "normal".
3. Purple and white/luga luga.

Charel-
1. Cafes and sitting in them drinking coffee on a rainy day.
2. Blue and white collared shirt.
3. Good books/~~sacarcasm~~ dammit, however you spell that.

4. Haze:
1. Leather skirt, candy ear-rings + chopstick hair-thingy
2. That Penny Tai song on her blog that I still can't turn off.
3. Painter 9.

5. Calvin:
1. STAR WARS!!!
2. Anime character that looks like him in a cap/Cantonese/comics.
3. That pretty Korean actress that he'd like to *lick*, heh.

6. David:
1. Camel Shoes bought cheap.
2. CREED/The Rock (*gasp* The embarrassing past that cannot be forgotten)
3. Funny Flash Videos/Dr. Hew...and lately, DOTA.

7. Dawg:
1. That dog-fox hybrid that you always draw.
2. Orange/Your mouse-bitten, cracked, hopeless phone.
3. Wild boar bones.

8. Dennis:
1. Procrastinating Perfectionist.
2. ! *click* DICKIE
3. Perasan idiots...HAHAHAAH!!!

9. Ivan:
1. Weird + exaggerated + crap-funny anime expressions.
2. The top bunk.
3. Black ski caps.

10. Lesly:
1. Smelly shoes/a bag that smells comfortingly of my dog.
2. NIKON D70s.
3. Shaven clean head.

11. Snecx:
1. Hardcore skates/bike stuff.
2. Webbie-like stuff/design in silver and grey.
3. The Italiano hand sign. :-D

This will be a crazy, long week. (Not worth hanging yourself over, though.)
*sigh*

Your toothpaste brand?

2005-09-13T17:31:00.000+08:00

If you were a toothpaste brand, your name would be?
*Heck, go make up your own!*

I'd like you to answer in the comment box please. (-:

Cactus + Computer Modelling.

2005-09-12T12:20:00.000+08:00

*drumroll*

Mou-mou (name courtesy of Ivan) and Mickey Mouse (name subject to change if it suddenly grows another ear).
I'm over the moon and stars now, wee!!

...
Not really, actually. I still have Computer Modelling to finish, and my eyeballs are already popping out. Somebody, just stab me with a mechanical pencil and let me die.

My Idea of Heaven and Hell.

2005-09-12T00:46:00.000+08:00

My idea of hell:

1. The guy who'll be "judging" me having a funny mask face and doing a stupid pose, and I won't be able to laugh.

2. Posers posing wherever I look.

3. Seeing Justice Pao advertising Sos Tiram Cap Kapak and he himself holding the wrong tool.

4. Seeing people like these walking around, with no legs.

5. Getting bashed up by another funny masked guy.

6. Getting whacked up with a mop handle by a guy like this.

(Ok, this I might not mind, selamba abit HAHA!!)

7. Meeting someone like this who nags 700 times more than my own mother. *faints*

8. Or someone who'll castrate me even though I don't have a thingy.

9. Or sweet girls who'll stuff sickeningly sweet lollipops down my throat, with expressions like these.

10. Someone who looks exactly like me, who'll shake her lollipop at me while that happens.

11. Being forced to watch gay porn.

And cute gay porn.

And guys like these, wearing little red feminine sweaters.

12. Punishers will make me learn how to make newspaper clothes so that I will be able to walk hell in style.

13. I will have be forced to watch TVB Drama Series with classic and overused scenes like these:

Opps!! I'm sorry...*gazes into eyes and electricity flying all around*

14. Stepping on things like these...

Ape ni?!! Clue: It belongs to Neenee Wee Peepee, and it's relatively clean.
*ehh, think properly la, people!!!*

15. ...
Never mind, I think you understand.

*sweat*

My Idea of Heaven:

1. Strawberry ice-cream from Raju's whenever you feel like it.
2. A huge patch of yellow flowers to lie in and look up at the beautiful sky, while reading comics and eating the above.

3. Looking up in the evenings at seeing skies like these. *bliss*

*plucks cotton candy from clouds and pops it into mouth*

4. Flowers like these that grow in abundant.

5. With cold climates that places like these have:

6. Once a while to be entertained by humans and umbrellas...

...and watching horror movies on my wall-sized movie screen. *glass door also can la...*

Child birth in mce1033!!

2005-09-06T19:17:00.000+08:00

In the middle of MCE 1013 Comput3r Environm3nt, from the cables and wires and browsers or whatever she was talking about, suddenly she groaned.

The set of half-dead people in front, their brains set to screensaver mode woke up slowly, distracted by the "noise".

"Bising-a! Apo kacau2 tido ni!,"some irritated guy muttered loudly.

CHILD BIRTH!!!
Right in the middle of a Computer Environment (Unarguably the most boring subject in Beta FCM first sem.), the lecturer was giving birth!!! Unbelievable! Transition has occured!
(Before: Dim, sleep-inducing lecture, in a cold, air-conditioned room. People waking up occassionally when she uttered the word last, in a vain effort of trying to fool the sleepy-heads into thinking that the class was almost over. Slides after slides of insomnia-curing text.)

Dennis, ~~the class perv~~ a random helpful boy, sprung into action to help her deliver the child.

Photography-crazy Lesly was standing by, taking photos and exclaiming in wonder. (This is the being who took photos of us laughing at them after they got conned =)))

Odri was praying.

*****
But of course that did not happen. Sorry to waste your time, but you got conned into reading a few paragraphs of nonsense. ~~AHHAAHAAHAHA, loser.~~

However, the most interesting thing that happened during class was when class was declared (finally) over, and we rushed out too fast, blinded temporairily by the white light.

Disclaimer: All events in this entry have been fictionalised, and do not intend any harm to the readers, in case of the readers being lecturers of the writer herself. *gasp*

Why I'm pretty freaking pissed.

2005-09-06T00:16:00.000+08:00

Why I'm pretty freaking pissed:
1. Planned to do some 3D modelling this afternoon, but some tooter with his fucking car alarm was going off and on the whole freaking morning, making me so pissed that I actually got up and did a teeny, weeny bit of work.

2. Supposed to be dicussing about the play at 6.30 p.m, then, waited for a "while" outside the guys' place and found out that:

1. Neenee Wee Peepee (who?) was ice-skating with her cousin at Sunway Piramid.
2. Odri was about to have dinner.
3. Most of the guys were at cyberpark, blading/something of the sort.

Why I'm pretty ok now:
1. I had Chinese food.

2. I saw Odri and Dwag wolf down wild boar (edit:MEAT!), and Dwag chewing at bones...pretty darn amusing. :-D

3. We fooled the guys, HAHAHAHAHAA!!! Yousillychickens!!! Bwahahhahahha!!! Retarded beings!!! Ngahhahahhaa!!!

Why Charel is pissed:
???

2005-09-05T01:09:00.000+08:00

//Trying new shoutbox service by Snecx. *Promo for you d la*
Heh, I know the dull orange I chose doesn't really match my RED AND ORANGE bar at the top. *koff* *koff* *violent cough* Michelle, faster go make one that suits my bar, HAHHAHAHAA!! Hopefully my messages won't be gone like the many times that has happened. What the hell, first angelfire, then myshoutbox... *barf* *swear* *cough*//

Mari Berbelog Dalam Bahasa Kebangsaan, Orang-orang.

2005-09-01T01:24:00.000+08:00

(Hang harap bukan hang seorang sahaja yang akan akhir atas menulis entri blog dalam bahasa melayu, cis bedebah!)

Perkara-perkara yang telah dibincangkan hari ini semasa sesi mamak dan lepak-lepak sungguh mencuitkan hati i, misalnya: (Hang rasa macam menulis karangan BM sekarang) (Apa neraka)

1. Odri (Nama telah di-BM kan) menunjukkan belangnya supaya boleh pergi ke perpustakaan.
2. Seekor babi yang miang lagi gatal. (cis, lumpuh!!)
3. Shahril (Nama telah di-BM kan juga) yang kabur sedikit kerana dia letih.

Ok, i dah habis berbelog. Harap dapat mengembirakan hati kawan-kawan sekalian.

P/S: Ya, saya tahu BM saya sungguh teruk. Harap maaf. Saya akan mencuba sedaya upaya saya untuk memperbaikinya. Walaubagaimanapun, jangan tinggi sangat harapan engkau. HAHHAAAHAAH!!! Terlebih !!!

P/S/S: Mari baca blog Hang Babi yang rempit sikit. Dan juga belog Odri di sini.
Lawatilah Shahril punya blog di sini.

Merdeka Parade

2005-08-31T21:50:00.000+08:00

Five categories of subjects that I took during the Merdeka Parade 2005:

1. Weird things that I thought at that time had to do with the spirit of Merdeka:

Hibiscus at the roadside.

Bridge leading to the parade.

GREEN STUFF!! =)

BURGER PATTIES!!!

CHICKEN WINGS + BACKSIDE!!! (Ok, only Celine likes the backside but it's still food)

Stringing chicken backside with a metal rod.
HAHAHAAA!! Sorry, stomach influenced the photos taken here.

2. Kids wearing flag-themed clothes:

Celine said the girl was crying, so went sampat and took this pic. Could have taken something like this for the second assignment. ARGH.

3. Boring pictures of the parade itself. *yawn*

Blue zebra stripes.

Prefects. Bah.

Sticking lil flags into their back pockets. (FBI?!)

One of the ugly floats around.

Purple people wearing 3 CDs each. *blink* *blink*

I don't know why..this reminds me of the picture Lesly took of the fat man holding a little orange balloon. =))

The Board Dance.

Singing "ABC" and "Do Re Mi." AT THE MERDEKA CELEBRATIONS WEI!

Wind blowing, skirts aflying.

End of parade. Sing song, wave flag, and be happy.

4. Adorable kids.

Twins fighting on the ground. Ahh, brotherly love.

Kid crying.
So many crying pics. AFTER my emotions assignment!!!

5. Stranded in the rain= bored.

Demented kid sitting on the sidewalk.

In the making of a carry-around "tripod".

Aihh..failed attempt.

Eh, come back another round la, bugger! Cannot take la!

Relatively Short Merdeka Post.

2005-08-30T17:50:00.000+08:00

Malaysians seem to be food-crazed maniacs who love to set and break records.

So since we know that we can't beat the other nations at the other things, (even weird things like shooting milk through the nose, etc), we:

1. Close down the competition size by creating Malaysian Book of Records.
2. Make a giant kuih bakul, mooncake/popiah, or if you're darn rich, pewter mug.
3. Break it again next year and see it come out in the main papers.

Sheesh. Quite memalufyingkan if you ask me.

Happy Independance Day, people.

Yes, it's happy now that the Computer Modelling assignment's dateline has been postponed.

*tribal drumming all around*

2005-08-30T01:27:00.000+08:00

Should have done this ages ago.

2005-08-24T17:51:00.000+08:00

Similar readings:
MichealTan
W.R Bunny

So while I'm blogging right now, I have to study for my mid-term, take photographs of poeple's shoes, make a manual on how to install a burning software for dummies, and produce another 4 X 4 feet of coloured work using poster colour by Wednesday.

This after a Photography assignment and 4 X 4 feet work.

ARGHMAN!!! fkegybeirgperrp

I'm glad we celebrated Lesly's birthday. It sure feels like it'll be a long, long time before we get to do that again. Or go for mamak. Or take photographs of the bridge. Or get spastic together. Or get stopped by police cars. Bwahahhaha.

Anyway, should have done this ages ago, but... you know. (refer to above)

The 25th B'day:

After waiting for 2 minutes.

After waiting for 8 minutes.

After waiting for 15 minutes. Emotion: Furstrated + babi gila ganas.

And after posing countless times with the melting cake, taking many wu liaw photos and

warming up the beer, finally the gang emerged.

So long...

"Eh, sorry, forgot you people were outside."

BEFORE: The clean, unsuspecting B'day Boy. *evil laugh*

AFTER: B'day boy with cake ingredients on him.

The cake, which we ATE.

Happy, floury people. This is b'day boy charging towards someone to attack.

AFTER: Celine doused with flour.

AFTER: Dwag doused in flour and apparently pretty happy about it.

Daisy + Haze

WHOA! Check out the droplets of water, due to a high shutter speed. I mean, Auds and David ("I smell like Chlorin water!!") washing up.

The clean guys. Looks like some ~~gay boyband poster.~~ CD Cover.

Group picture. L to R: Flour man, Auds macho version, Charel, and Celine.

Clean B'day boy taking picture of me while I take a photo of him.

BEFORE: Relatively dry, with white shirt.

AFTER: Gay porn star. I posted from the side view only, cos the front view pics are too offensive. HAHAAHAHAH!!

BEFORE: Wah, no one can escape from the babi ganas watergirl Celine. Not even Kam Ka-Weng.

AFTER: The batik pattern on Calvin's back.

BEFORE:
Ivan: *holding Lesly's camera bag* I got immunity, you all cannot touch me.

AFTER: Chocolate ears!!!
... Or army macho marks or whatever you like to call it.

Haha, the girl group photo, ruined by poser guy at the back.

Wah, really posed for a gay photo. Dang, shouldn't have joked with these posers.
Dawg: !!!

HAH?! Is this what you call a Power Rangers pose? *confused*

If this was a cliff, it'd be a "dangerous" emotion. Bah.

Anyway, that was it, the "I'd-like-to-do-it-again-if-I-had-the-time-event".
Good day.

My cactus died.

2005-08-20T19:35:00.000+08:00

WTF is wrong with me.

I just dumped my cactus into the bin. *heartbroken*
This is even worse than trying not to cry during Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

I'm terrible.

No, it wasn't my fault. I KNOW how to take care about it, OK//
This sucks.

Dogs + cactuses + loving grandmothers should not die.

2005-08-19T04:42:00.000+08:00

Not nothing to do, but definitely nothing to lose.
Here's to you people, you know who you are, you spastic peeps.

*raises wine glass*

I experimented for you, for free.

2005-08-18T18:28:00.000+08:00

So this is the boxboard that we're expected to work on, with POSTER COLOUR. I haven't touched my poster colour since the anti-drug poster (!) competition in high school. Just opened one of the containers a moment ago, saw the ugly, dried-and-cracked stuff, and MAN! the smell!

*faints, little fungus spores flying all around*

Smells like: Cheap Chinese ink, shit, and rotten egg.

He's going to be blown away when I unroll this stuff.

HAHAHAHAHAA, MUAHAHAA< BWAHAHAAAAA< ZAHAAHAHA!!!

This reminds me of the ancient History of China, of rebels trying to assassinate the emperor by hiding a sword in the map that they were going to unroll in front of him. Except that my weapon will be virtually undetectable until it reaches his nose, HEHEHH!

Opps, anyway. Back to what I've experimented on.

1. White mural paint doesn't come off the boxboard when comes in contact with/rubbed vigorously with water.
2. White mural paint smells GOOOOOOOOOOOD.
I mean, don't get too addicted to it.
3. If the white mural paint is not spreaded evenly on the boxboard, the poster colour you paint on it will show the uneven texture of the mural paint behind. (If poster colour is too diluted)
4. Thick poster colour will hide the uneven white mural, though.
5. Colour shows up nicer on the boxboard after painted with white mural, compared to plain boxboard.

Note: Red (on boxboard), Yellow (diluted), Orange (Less diluted than Yellow), Red (Least diluted). Too lazy to use brush, so used finger to spread the mural.

OK, Run along now, nothing to see here*

WTF IS WRONG WITH BLOGSPOT?!!

2005-08-17T15:48:00.000+08:00

What the hell is wrong with blogspot now?!!

First Angelfire, then now blogspot. Or is it just today that they're screwed up?!

FUCKFUCKFUCK.

Today I-
1. Waited for 3 hours for consultation (mostly stoning and talking crap), during which he only took a minute to say what he had to say.

2. Waited forever to be logged in to blogspot, and for about nine times I got incorrect password. And I typed in my password for the next four times like a snail before I finally got logged in.

WHAT THE HELL! *pissed* *boxes a wall* Argh, arghhh.

NOTHING is right today, going to sleep now, not going to wait anymore.

2005-08-16T15:09:00.000+08:00

//updates: Lesly's B'day "mutton" uploaded to sidebar..more buttons coming up during the upcoming b'days//

//And you can steal it if you want to ppl...PLEASE DO! Hahahaha//

Monkey With an Obscene Tongue.

2005-08-15T17:14:00.000+08:00

My Mr. Potato Head, which looks more like a monkey with an obscene tongue. But who cares. >:-D IMDONEIMDONEIMDOMEDIMDONE!!!!
gneirhghnoiefhjd.
Zahahhahaha.

Now on to another 4 X 4 feet of smelly ink and marker work. Last minute as usual, which I predict will be a freaking huge masterpiece (by an enormous stroke of luck) or so ugly that it'll cause mental instability to the onlooker.

THOSE fickle-minded lecturers who want me to combine my two works= more work + more money will be spent. Doesn't help that I accidently bought green marker ink. TOO darn suay.

GARhhhHHXXbuggerfucklagfjghkghk.

Wish me luck, I'll need it.

WISE WORDS FOR THE DAY: (Brought to you by Dr. RRingo) : "PRISS, make a sopissstikkated mutton FOr YOur website. Makeit intellatif, and llemember, SOTOKOD!!."

Beautiful Day From Inside My Room.

2005-08-13T17:35:00.000+08:00

It's a clear, beautiful day, and I'm stuck in my room working on Mr.Potato Head.

Kids are so easily amused. Bah.

SO AM I, BWAHAHAHAHA!!!

I have a feeling that this Mr.Potato Head assignment will not be done anytime soon. Might as well employ Michelle*.

*-Real identity of person masked to protect FCM students from swarming ~~his~~ her home in Kajang.

I Hate 3D Max.

2005-08-12T21:39:00.000+08:00

I think I'd rather eat a claypot-full bowl of sea cucumbers, sleep with fifty Hello Kitty soft toys in one night, and deal with ~~five~~ two people who think it's funny that I can't write mandarin or speak it as "well" as the locals.

As for the latter: 00100

*parades around joblessly in a banana skin suit to entertain myself*

:-(

Photos From The Amateur Photographer.

2005-08-11T02:33:00.000+08:00

The Amateur Photographer

House altar.

Arowana "bermisai".

Blue fighting fish- Amateurish skills didn't do it much justice :-(

Flower Horn, which many, including my favourite Bio teacher, have said that is the ugliest-looking fish ever, which I personally disagree because I think mine looks like Nemo. Look at its smile man, beat all the other fishes flat! Anyway my amateurish skills didn't do much justice to its winning smile either...It's sick that's why. Hahaha. Did you think I made the water blue or something?!

Yes my house is loaded with fish bowls and aquariums, so much so that it's like a little WaTerWoRld in there. Lilian Too would have a fit if she saw the amount of water=bad energy(??) in our house. *Man, this woman!!! What next?! A Lilian Too eat-here-and-you'll-strike-Toto food chain?!*

The Bougainvilleas in the front garden. The second one I took by squatting shitting stance on the ground and squinting into the sun like an idiot. But you knew that. :-D
You could imagine the size of those thorny monsters though. I think the roots have gone so far and deep that they're probably feasting on the nutrients in my backyard now.*Oooh, look how fat the trunks, and how big and beautiful the flowers!*

[Nutrients include a puppy, an adult dog, a fish, a squirrel, and *creepy music* ..a corpse maybe(!) in the backyard.]

Shadows on the ground in the backyard.

Outside, near the construction site. This one's roots' snacks include Indonesian workers' spit, rubbish and Cap Kapal cigarettes.

My dog! :-) Which name I will not bocor because I was damn childish that time and gave it a rather embarrassing name. Cute leh, looks like a mousedeer.

This is Lucky sleeping snugly in the cage, before she was aware of my camera.

Pretending to be shy, HAHAHHAHA!! Damn cute! But for some weird reason, my dogs are scared of cameras and knives, even after seeing it for the first time. OK, won't take any more photos of them, not if I can help it.

This one I got by hunting her down in the cage, where she eventually posed a passport style photo for me. Wee! *happied*

Old clock that I like.

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