Ouch Ouch Ouch

the test of true friendship is through the fire.
I'm glad I'm your friend, evan.

(cramps are killing me)
randomnosity has become a normality. it's quite sad, but maybe it's meant to be.
(urgh)

the boy and i are going for prom!
cant wait to go dress shopping (NOW).

Hairy Conversations

what if- says:
do you mind having very short sides
what if- says:
with your ears?

jingxin 'a screw. a brain.' says:
i do not mind having any hairstyle as long as it looks nice

what if- says:
HAAHAHAHAHHAAHHHAAA
what if- says:
WAHLAOO
what if- says:
WHO DOESNT?!?!?!

jingxin 'a screw. a brain.' says:
den wad do u ask me for
jingxin 'a screw. a brain.' says:
lol

what if- says:
AHHAHHAHAHAA

YAY MORE VIDDSSS.

Melee creates awesome music videos! Remember built to last?

So i put my arms around you

And i know time still exists.

we need to talk.

Three.

just when i thought one fucking incident was enough to make my day.
"People come and celebrate people's birthday you neh bother still complain!"
i never bothered?
fuck i bought your present one week ago. and have been thinking of how to celebrate your birthday. every fucking day.

And to end a fine day

What do you say when sorry's not enough.

Or maybe my own slogan's come back to haunt me.

I tried
but it was not enough
it was never enough.
All you wanted was us.

my brain is killing me.
nervewreck, brain rack, brain wreck.
i am a wreck.


when will i crack?

what a pointlessly mundane life i lead.

i know im being picky

but you dont even have enough money to buy me dinner.
so wtf did you even ask me if i was hungry?
And all you did was to give me a sheepish smile when i actually said yes.
so broke funding your cheap ciggs and beer to feed your daughter?


not in a bad mood, really. just feeling nothing.
ever since we finished art. nothing nothing nothing.


finished hannibal rising too, will reread it another time. it was a good book.


Night heron revealed
By the rising harvest moon--
which is lovelier?
--Hannibal Rising

Art's All Over

And after a bath.. ((:

Sick and tired of blogging about how
suckyshittylousydepressingdemoralisingdeludingwhatever
art is, so let's have pictures of my cat and a platypus!

Eureka!

MAMMA MIA!

Trouble

I've had four hours of sleep since i arrived home at about 7. Four hours since having pulled a 21 hour stint on art, art and art. Four bloody hours since a month when i first applied a self imposed,inaugural halt in studying my other subjects in pursuit of the completion of my coursework. It is because nothing keeps me going that I'm able to move on. Questioning is a hindrance; reflection is painful and realisation is fatal. So i don't think, i do. Against everything that i believed in when i first embarked on this two-year long road-- against moderation, against balance, against happiness. I hate being stupefied into working. I hate being in abject denial while doing.

I hate art so much that it actually hurts.

Tell me that being an artist is not a road to suicide. Please.


Kwa's Birthday

Nette i love this picture. Priceless.






Forgot to remove the auto focus thing so the cake looks more important than her face.




UNGLARRRMMM.




the ghost of art past, present and future.




Why isn't anyone standing next to the birthday girl?




Looks like everyone wants to prevent her from doing something disastrous. haha.








We love(?) BAKWAAA.

still in school.

still doing art.

still crazy.

Meltdown

the title says it all.

i miss you.

Haven't done any work today; mostly because i came back home way too early, and bought the novel Hannibal Rising.

Cweeepy. I like.

Mood Swings

"My eyes look up to the heavens, where does my help come from?"
Deb the fake baker/builder tried to cut her fake boobs.

Cheetah is a v nice name for a cat. Unlike "Kitty".

The boy and i made a trip to ikea for art and miscellaneous. Cried twice there, am a total disaster.


Back to work (sanity).

Artventure

Im actually really tired but I guess this is something worth blogging about-- or at least penning down in words so it stays etched in memory (a more reliable one in comparison to mine :|) Was initially thinking of putting up all the arty farty pictures we got today when i was reminded of art itself-- the long hours with Husna, de bra, Lynette the Baker, Lamma, Ms Yeo's group and all other stragglers who come into the art room ooing and ahhing at our work; and how it was all going to be over by friday.

One year of art has come and is about to go, and with it are the memories of the dear dusty room, the constant mess, the Imacs, the walls and more importantly, the relationships with the people around me during this time of constant struggle. While they might not have been an aspect of art that could be graded and marked, they were vital in preserving my, and i do believe all of our sanity. It was all for one, one for all-- even though we had slight hiccups along the way.

As this chapter comes to a close I want to say thank you, art friends, art teachers and art-- and i do love you all very, very much.


Okay now for something I have to talk about-- Deb and I were locked in today! We had to go pee and after relieving ourselves we trotted happily to the main gate only to find a group of students staring at us goggle-eyed from the other side of the gate, and the gate closed. We tried to climb out but Deb's pannies were peeping and it was really, really much too high :( in the end we got out by the usual way. Hallelujah for all-knowing Deb and her escape routes from the hellish looking post-9pm school!

Peekchas to be posted in one full art post :) And by the way this term was the first where i got a U for a H2 subject-- History. Disappointments aside, it was expected (due to my bad time management of subjects in Term 3) so I'm just going to work harder this last term, and more.


Marcus wrote this which I thought was not very sweet, but quite a thinker. Haha so much for encouragement. Goodnight!

Four more days.
Do or die.

:|

MIRACLES OF ALL MIRACLES!!!

my camera has healed all by itself! i have no idea why this is the year of recovering devices (first the phone, then the camera) and am even more clueless as to why/how they happened, but hooray anyway! Looks like better quality pictures are on the way!

Another piece of good/bad news, art is officially coming to a close this friday. The bad news is that i most probably won't be able to finish all my 9 pieces by then... so far Ive only 4 and 3/4. I know i was previously stuck at 4 and a bit but i got into a slight rut this weekend and only managed to complete 1/2 over two days. Do your math and you'll realise that i have exactly 4 and a bit more to go, plus framing and set-up, plus the preparatory boards to be accomplished in one week.

screwed im screwed im screwed.


And there are some things that have been itching to be given attention to over this whole week-- meeting jingboy for non-work purposes, getting my two friggin expensive f21 dresses, and hardcore shopping-- ALL of which i was unable to accomplish simply because of art-cum-JC. Plus i missed lamma's birthday :( Yargghh life sucks.

Okay boring post number 637286562 but too bad i have to rant rant rant. Some good things happened though, like fun dinner with deb on friday, today's photoshoot with momma and jingboy and trip to bedok.


i can't decide if Im happy or not.

The Great (albeit ignominious) Escape

OMG can you believe its so funny?! Thanks for the captions and the Macbook Deb (Plus this guy named joshie commented on our vid already haha?!)

Inertia

Help!

Fart Art Fat Arse

Its funny how it only occurred to me, now, that this week was meant to be a holiday. First, it totally didn't turn out to be one (the polar opposite in fact) and second it didn't even feel like one. And now, i really need to go shopping :( Not that i can anyway, with only 4 and a small bit of my drawings completed.

I realised I've increasingly been having problems with sentence structure and syntax as well; maybe it's because I've completely forsaken reading the newspaper, boo. And Hitler's Pope was so unbearable i've given up a second time and am lending it to deb to read first :(

It's not been a good week but sunny moments make up for periodic rain. Rain encompassing %$&@ menstruation and flu ( Haha metaphorical rain?) Or maybe the ever cliched INTERNAL TURMOIL, ZOMMGG ARGHH.


Ze Voodoo Katz.






Hairpee :)






I aim to get my fat arse out by 930. DAMN THAT WAS 2 MINUTES AGO.

Art Friend(s)

ART CAMP

And so on Monday and Tuesday, we had ART CAMP 2! Another nifty excuse for us to slog day, night and day for our most beloved coursework. Deb is currently uncontactable so ive decided to post my miserable share of pics first, whatever.

Our walls have been mounted and though they do look like exhibition walls, they are alot more professional looking than last years' claustrophobic lot.








Lynette attempting a Dali, Lamma doesn't give a damn haha.




Deb, Ter and I were left at the Fusion House to slog while the rest went downstairs either to the Art room, J1 room or the ceramics room.






Worked our asses off till dinner where lynette had yummy hokkien mee that gave her a tummyache, and the rest of us had fried rice. In fact we had three consecutive meals at the exact same coffeeshop throughout the camp :(






Okay, so the worst part of the camp was my inability to fall asleep. I spent most of the night shivering and envying everyone else who was fast asleep, especially Ms Kwa with her orange flowery duvet which, at that moment, looked so comfortable :( I cant believe that ive been to at least 3 school-based camps, and spent all three nights freezing till morning.






Ms Yeo's belated gift-- it was supposed to be given before the prelims :|




For more unglam Deb+Nette Pics check out Deb's facebook picture album!






TODAY

Got lynette's flu, whoopee. Tried my best drawing the 5th piece though!




UNGLAMINOSITYY ( in my elmo nightie too). Kitty was my only companion with jingboy at work. Today's his first day and he's working OT just so he can get more money, haha. Greedy boy.









Dinner with mom, yumm! Byee.

Smiley

All pics and videos are with deb so waitwaitwait :)

♥ I guess dreams do come true; you did turn up in the exact same ensemble (navy tee, white jeans and shoes) and you whisked me away into a world of warmth despite the downpour and the absence of SJL shaking your hand and towering over you.

♥ I find respite in you just like how one finds comfort in carbo. It might not be palatably pleasing as sugar or coffee, but it certainly prevents sleepless nights and diabetes PLUS there's never a real problem of overdosage. All that does is to make me really sleepy.

♥ I like how we share and find differences that intrigue us simply because they are extentions of our similarites. How we are not clones that feed off each other's neutrality, but (as Deb's interesting book mentioned) are babies holding each other taking little baby steps at a time, together. And how when we fall, we'll probably laugh it off and start again.


And so you embody three overly cliched metaphors in three unique (hopefully) ways-- my dream, my sustenance, my baby.

Dont worry, you're just doing the same as everyone else

i treat you like trash. :(

Sleepless Reminiscence

"So how ah?"

"I don't know leh... these things must two people decide one wha--"

 "Yes."