tongue tied tattoed

currently listening to:
Trip Like I Do - Crystal Method & Filter

I've got a rationale of a 4-year old,
I've got a peace of mind of a killer's soul,
I've got a rationale of a New York Cop,
I've got a patience of a chopping block.


joint collaboration

i'm not short, im fun-sized!

!!!



some tribal shit
fading ink

I think its about time i should brush up on ad-hoc sketching. Quite creepy, concerning that i've heard some of my friends got beheaded for the Nafa student selection audition exam thingus.

I dont know about being straight up to people everytime, but i wonder what happens when people stops being nice and starts being real. lol. real world. i missed alot.

velvet underground is so gonna be me.

EH?! do you like pick things up from floor and eat?

Currently listening to:
With You - Chris Brown

Back from running with tiff. we used to be Tha Shit back then.

The Hot Jumpoff Spotlive band. the ONLY sad part about the club

i hate dumbasses wearing punk/rock outfits into clubs that obviously plays absolutely zero genre near what they're wearing.
maxim model prostitution auction. was hilarious
ZOMG!! i love her!!
sam chua hair!!
aww!

some of willow friends. doll boy swap meet at mos burger. reminds me of ebay meeting.
hot bloodshot eyes. AWW!
willow's purple lenses! first time ever i've come across one. shes fuckin super wooober adorable cool.. a suitable sextoy. lol.

twat
missionary position on/with my ''hawtest and coolest shit chic DJ'' (willow should be green now)
pure.

disco digitale was featured that night i think. smoove is crowded as always. and theres like inconsiderate spacewalkers and shuffles every-fucking-where!! me and ron would like wanna go samurai sword their legs one day. slash! aaaah!!! you can't shuffle now can't you huh?(holding still shuffling amputated leg)

we got in VIP with Jx's Honda Integra Type-R friend. could go everywhere in there. then theres a re-entry problem when i went out for a breather. damn king kong bouncer kinda like tekan me like interrogation. called christy, then xsty said: oh! cos theres almost never a malay in VIP. got back in later with gwen (she needs lessons)and fren. im pressing charges!!

when im free.
worst club ever!
i think im gonna have this on my first car. prolly a secondhander
pouting little bitch
xuexue with me in alley bar. waste of a night.

the passsword isssss...

god dammit. i wanted to upload somehting but its lagging as fuck right now. i have alot of pics and alot fo things to talk about and i missed the damn flea market!
fuck.
hold on for pics.

Faculty of Arts and Social Sciences

Today's art has become a very complex. All along there have been debates over the nature and purpose of art that were essentially unresolvable.
After all, if someone says "The Mona Lisa is art because it's beautiful,"
and another person says, "The Mona Lisa is not art, because it's not beautiful,"

It's sure as shit difficult to come to a conclusion. Other debates raged over whether art should be "dulce et utile" -- that is, should have a didactic purpose -- or should simply be a means of pleasing the senses and creating and celebrating beautiful objects: "art pour l'art," or "art for art's sake." Fucking french.
Today, many people say that art does not have to be beautiful -- in essence, saying that "The Mona Lisa is not beautiful, but is art." The natural response is "How do you know?"

These kinds of debates render the topic still more difficult, especially when we are faced with various types of modern art.
Is a blank canvas art?
Is a porcelain toilet standing alone in a gallery art?
Is a collection of crushed aluminum cans arranged in a wire wastebasket art?
Ultimately, we can only agree that those items, involving effort and arrangement as they do, are art, but that we are unable to define whether or not they are fine art, or high art (which is perhaps what people have been arguing about all along).

The same shit goes for music, literature, dance, and other kinds of arts, although they have not been the subject of quite as much philosophical debate as the visual arts (with the possible exception of literature). Approaching us is the question of how to classify all the television and film that surrounds us. What kind of standards will we set up to define art among them?
However, art has undoubtedly been a means of stimulating imagination and creativity for centuries, and has been intended as such, whether it is religious, secular, painting, sculpture, decorative or representative.

Perhaps the best way then to define art is as created work which is calculated for some kind of effect, whether in the public's eye or the artist's own. We can say that often it is designed to please and delight. Often it has a symbolic meaning buried within it. But there are so many exceptions that there truly is no hard and fast rule for art.

The bottom line is that if you decided as a child to do your finger-painting on the wall of your bedroom, unless you had extremely open-minded parents, what you did was not art. If as an adult you create the same work and declare it to be art, then it is.

Whether anyone else will appreciate/ give a shit about your art is another matter

why cant take the bus? oh, because he not like that one.

Fuck you.

you too.
my first fucking RUINED night! since like ever!

i need straight up logical fucking explanation.

2008's resolution #6:

stop throwing the handphone. (void)

2008's resolution #2:
be the next Buddha Boy. (void)

2008's resolution #14:

never go to a fucking club alone again. (still going strong)

2008's resolution #5:
don't ever fuckin blog when you're feeling fucking pissed (void)

2008's resolution #12:
never lash out on anyone verbally (still going strong)

i don't know why im listing this shit.
anyways, the nafa test was a fucking insult to my capabilities. all the other candidates sucked so badly, it was kinda like a fucking suck vortex going on in that admission room.

two rats fell in a bucket of milk.
one drowned and died, the other paddled till the milk turns to butter and walks out alive.

i fucking hate ya'll.

you'd think im having fun using the word FUCK?.

Fuck you.

hurloo? are you like mambo-ing tonight?

it was a great night. i thought the crowd would be dead like other mambo weeks, but everyone was part of the fun. xueling and her mile high club friend was crazy. xueling's a passive nut, but her mile high club friend was an animal. both of em' are oh-so fucking adorable. wingman was looking expensive. he got his hands full for that night if you know what i mean. jessie came. interesting individual. met marilyn as always. she looks expensive also. oh, and tiffanie came in an all black ensemble, and she got her hair permed. you should see her in person. damn fierce. lol. that hair + dancefloor and upbeat 90's = fighter.
okay, im describing everything too much. i feel bad for jon. how'd the hell could he miss it?
DAPHNE 'pung-say-ed' us last minute. we hope your breast explodes.


and facebook is sooo resourceful.
under Mambo Addicts,
i actually found an insanely comprehensive playlist from mambo:
SUMMER RAIN.
LOVE IN THE FIRST DEGREE.
CALL ME. I HEARD A RUMOUR.
TOGETHER FOREVER. STAY.
DYING INSIDE TO HOLD YOU.
I SHOULD BE SO LUCKY.
DANCING QUEEN.
DONT YOU WANT ME BABY.
CIRCLES IN THE SAND.
THIS TIME I KNOW ITS FOR REAL.
YOU CAME.
BIZARRE LOVE TRIANGLE.
I SAY A LITTLE PRAYER FOR YOU.
TRUE FAITH.
GO WEST.
NOTHING IS GOING TO STOP US NOW.
SWEET CHILD OF MINE.
I GOT MY MIND SET ON YOU.
SWEET DREAMS.
BOYS.
GET THIS PARTY STARTED.
LEAVE A LIGHT ON FOR ME.
MISSING.
LADY HEAR ME TONIGHT.
I WANNA DANCE WITH SOMEBODY.
UNBELIEVABLE.
YMCA.
I HATE MYSELF FOR LOVING YOU.
SONG TWO.
YOU SPIN ME RIGHT ROUND.
LOVE GENERATION.
MAMBO NO. 5.
BABY GIVE IT UP.
LOCOMOTION.
TOO MANY BROKEN HEARTS.
THE TWIST.
GREASE LIGHTNING.
MAMMA MIA.
I CAN'T TAKE MY EYES OFF YOU.
A LITTLE RESPECT.
DO THE HUSTLE.
STRANGE LOVE.
VENUS.
ROOM AT THE TOP.
I SAW THE SIGN.
LIKE A PRAYER.
IT'S IN YOUR EYES.
HORNY.
LARGER THAN LIFE.
GIVE ME HOPE, JOANNA.
TOGETHER IN ELECTRIC DREAMS.
DON'T CALL ME BABY.
THAT THING YOU DO.

wire transfer

client insist that i should get paid. so yeah:

I GOT MY FIRST SELF-MADE PAY.

vegas, here i come. haha.

client is one of those dubai oil sheik's son whose based in London, and a Roll's Royce Phantom in a singaporean garage says much about that guy.

tall tale? ask my mum!
:) nice doing business.

running is fun. i've said this alot of times but its really good for you. what other way could you spend your library of good upbeat songs in your mp3 besides jogging/ running??.
i ran everyday for the past week, and its so euphoric, and the feeling makes you wanna fucking fly. i think running should be one of the God-given physical activity that u could possibly find addictive and enjoyable; just like a drug. Sex is one of them of course and i believe that even fat peoples could seek happiness in it after ample time.

i really want that 'Fcuking intelligent' t-shirt from French Connection's FCUK. i should haf taken picture of that shirt. i want it and its deserving of me.. q:

anyways, the intensive work at night starbucks was drowsy. think coffee smell makes u sleepy, contrary to believe, i think it doesn't perk you up. but good thing i have my good chubby cheebye guy with me.

cute fat fingers! pregnant!
this should be the only angle that i could find the neck visible. for the other 359 degrees, you can't find it.
oh, and the shawn man studying his basic theory. good luck! you need it!
this bad hair woman is literally thumbsize. relly, u could even see the tissue fibre.


and back home was looking for some stuff in the old stuff boxes, and i accidentally found my sec 3 dnt artefact! it was a nifty-made wieldy paperweight. and did i mention that its cool.
wet-and-dry filing to remove surface dust.
steel nuts (giving the 'heavy-ness' attribute for the paperweight). the silicone (yes, silicone) is very light.
nucking futs. now appropriate. i believe it was tiffanie who wrote that before the whole thing gets encapsulated.

and i just realised tat Nat Ho is my neighbour's cousin. he comes by often
im going to NatLibrary now for intensive study. damn rain.

angela zhang's wawa

Currently listening to:
Origins - Halcyon + On + On

waaa! i wanna slit myself! i shoud have enrolled to the orita-sinclair school of art!. g'dammit! shit! oh, and did i mention that it is like much much faster?? its kinda like goin to
Auston, but more on arts instead.
i ran today, and its extra dewy.

what a waste.
oh, and shan, here it is:

prime real estate, eh? its around balestier area. now, steal this pic, and show the world. (:

running = love

Currently listening to:
DJ Darkzone - Infinity in Your Hands
(silly techno, but would make you wanna run)

i don't think i have time to update much nowadays. though im not working nor have school, but my daily routine right now has been:

wake up, running(see end of post for map/ venue to get you ass kicked by speed), library, evening nap, gym and back home for intensive wrist work with ballpoint pen and then maybe nightlife again, sleep. wash lather rinse, repeat for the day after.

it feels like homeschooling. kinda like self-discipline/punishment. i really want dad to dump me into some boarding school overseas or shit.
i need project, anyone game for any kinda service (bespoke customisation), leave a tag.

my ipod = uber cool. damn, i have to zhng my ipod touch. i just forgot.
dickhead.
i still love 13-year old humour
polished fruits. mum loves them.
sometimes, i think fine arts is so abstract, its borderline nonsense. and it utterly confounds me to a point where im pursuing a diploma for it.



thats all for now, im quite spent for the day. i haven't eaten any meat for 6 days already, so i guess my vegan week diet is turning out to be a success. its shocking to even wonder how vegetarians survived life without any kinda meat.


oh, and i have been running every morning since last mon, so if you see me in novena/monk's hill(0630am-0715am) prepare to choke on the air of my slipstream.
Click to Zoom:



My run path is the red line. 2 ROUNDS. Starts at
church near Newton Circus for stretching with super rich elders. 0630am everyday, so if you see a blitz of a human around 7am, now you know what it is. :D
didn't have time to calculate the distance, but im sure as shit its beyond cross country.

back to lesson at hand.

Im gonna watch Step Up 2 tonight. and its gonna effin rock.

Take one for the team

I enjoyed watching Syriana (DVD). If you found this show quite dry or slow- blow me. After watching that show, i developed love for faith and started hedging stocks on big profitable companies especially oil companies. Good thing they have the fantasy stock exchange app in Facebook. It lets you play in the uncharted waters of stocks without touching your bank account. its kinda like flirting with a harness. I think im kinda successful in that game. As of yesterday, my net worth topped my other 70 friends with that app with US$ 567,822,103.32.

Investing on chickens (but bird flu killed 3 this morning), oil and land is a lucrative business. Advertising is shite, though i would want to own an advertising business. The world herself is growing at a rapid rate, peoples and anyone worth their salt, wouldn't want their kids suffering woes of overpopulation.

I take it as something i could look forward to in life if my artist grand plan (self-employed custom renaissance works, start a family, oil painting in foster home after that/housedad) gives way.
Dad always say: plan your work, work your plan.
'Fail to plan, you plan to fail lor.' - primary school teachers are full of shit at times. That's like straight-up fallacy.

Anyways, my left brain's done talking shit for the day.
My happyside's turn.

I'm losing my Hot-Shit status.
hot shit = better than hot shot
Now, im just shit. not The Shit, but jus shit. I guess im jumping back to the love-seeking bandwagon.
Tool of the trade now is persistence. Well yeah, of course, i could use the bread and butter which would be teasing a girl mercilessly until she eats the hands out. But no maas, no mass. I'm gonna try it the innocent normal guy way, (perhaps is a challenge because i am not, but i love challenges, therefore, im giving it a try)though the unorthodox entry works the best.


So,what the hell do you womens want!?
Jennifer Garner: Wanna know of a secret?? (whispers) We have no idea what we want.

Anyways, speaking of which

one can have all the list of criteria of someone but somehow, the person who will be
together with you for the rest of your live may not have any of those on the
list.
-samantha gail wang.

(btw, this is another Gail Wang, Ron. dun get jumpy)

Can't find much answer, but pretty much everyone believes so:

[c=21][a=1]*((firewinx))[s]It's easy 2 cry alone, Even if my <3 hurts 4eva, I don't mind[/s]((onigiri))*Julie*[/a][/c=31] says:
I agree to a certain point.... because..to me...no one is perfect...u may have a list of things ur love one must have such as hott/preTTy, smart....etc....but most people neva realli consider how the person actually makes u feel

Jonathan. says:
it depends on TIME. Let time do the talking

その果てが持ってるのは貴方の残り。?? Your existance is just about all I can tolerate. says:
Yes, as criterias are simply what one believes that one requires and/or wants. There are situations where the criterias are minimal and having none of those would not be surprising.
Although so, it could also be wrong in situations were the list covers every possible aspect of human nature.
Fondness can be developed over time through understanding and care hence not meeting any of the requirements would mean either more time is needed or a change of taste in desire.

So, its basically TIME and change.
Love is kinda like selective scooping.
Speaking about time, I wanna watch that Leap Years movie ASAP. Doesnt matter how shitty the newspaper review is, but im sure as shit that im gonna watch this show before weekend.
and matter of fact, im out of time, and bored so yea, check back soon for another lengthy post or shit.

gentleman, lol.

Currently listening to:
Krispy - Kinfolk Kia Shine


gladiators

smoke machine. dammit ron! can you try edit this shit?

high

the Gentleman and Assile

wingman

lol.
theres more pics actually, i needs serious photoworking. im gonna like upload more interesting pics from now on..

I ran just now. freaking refreshing.

and im cooking now!

eligible bachelor! :D

Red + Green = XXX

Give me the light.
Give it to me.
Gimme more..
What the hell DJ?!

Its always fun in Arena. Pissed with paying full cover charge everytime during entry, i truned to facebook for help. Click and read pic below. and then get yo ass back to this blog again.


Ka-ching.. 3 peoples needed next saturday.
I need two for my wingmens, and 1 more. Chics seems to disappear on saturday nights.
Went to paint the town red, and headed to The Arena, and OMG, i soooo wish to kiss and tell here about what happened the other night, but thats a blatant guilt pleasure, so i try not to. (Halo on top of head)

Sam got gangbanged by some hot horny Israeli chic upstage. and one of them had a boobslip, it was funny and my good buddy seriously need some girl action asap. Jon joined them to laugh at us. Anyways, Sam and Zhishin left early. Like how could you run away from fun?!

Elissa and Xueling was dancing beside us, straying close and closely observing. Anyways, Ron's dad spoilt the night, or else it would be some explosive night out. :X


then theres this 40-year old hotshot who literally throws cash at womens. i mean, like for real. he was like making it rain.

two chics
shaking the booty
DJ Freaky Freddy and DJ Amy.. and omg, shes so fucking hot.
DJ dancing on top of his damn set.

that bottle of hennessey enough already?

what the fuck?

The Arena is really good, peoples.. it'll prolly be the next megaclub, the likes of St James, MoS and Zouk. You have to try a night out at this joint.

Should i stay or should i go?