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currently listening to
Chip the Ripper - Interior Crocodile Alligator


some new places to download some good audio, especially for you indie diggin' kids:

thesixtyone

audioporncentral

and im feelin' this thang right here:

interiorcrocodilealligator


so im like blogging for the sake of blogging.
true fact: average 45mins to 2 hours of my life is wasted on blogging.
rather blog than die leaving nothing behind. huhuhuh. at least i leave some memorable crap and funny shit that could only be appreciated by peeps who have a really fucked up and twisted sense of humor like me. i need devotees!


Shinin' 8'inches chrome waterbottle


sketching up the shirts. with reference on screen. graphic pen as alignment first, then the textile fabric marker.

KAWASAKI double-sided tape.
kawasaki!


my inner mat demands some serious kawasaki pics.




kawasaki ninja

kawasaki india


audrey kawasaki

kawasaki festival


kawasucky

ayumi hamasaki

kawadzaki

improving my mad skillz in photoshop.

short attention span. bla bla blalallalala.

back to work:
the shirt front.
the completed bag of repetetive shit.


in class:
female workhorses in the factory.
touching paper. being drawn by jannah. head held tilt that way for a straight hour, any longer, i'll develop arthritis and walk like a china-made defective robot.

drawing jannah. huhuhuhuh... cool thing bout this pic. see notice jannah and scroll up and down between this pic and the pic above. huhuh.. same face. relax la jannah.. like buay song tiger. :X..


jannah drew me. huhuh! i look like BUDDHA! when this shit is done, im gonna have this photocopied in yellow paper and in red ink, so i could fold it and place it in my wallet for good luck.

that anna chic

from golden mile towers. cool cool view. too bad im not like one of those pro photographer coursemates i have.

our fascination with trees thats dick-thick.

my card shocked the crap outta me when i came back to check it out. someone changed my name, i appeared to have singh sideburns, button eyes and my hair is nipple-shaped. like im a boobhead.

huhuhuhuh. learnt a new malay word: NIPPLE = PUNAT
example: Eh bradder, your hair is macam the punat, sia.
this mat did it. his name is Jianwei aka J-double U aka J-dub aka J-dawg aka mat J aka Kak J cousin.

rutarded caricature


the sketch is like from a myanmar nafa student/ninja/shaman/spellcaster. used as our role model sketch example. she look like lady sovereign.
danya's insane acrylic of 'some' treees.

my ceramic sculpture. which i personally think is the best thing i ever produced in nafa
back tattoos and shit
big tits and ass
one part shaved, one part pony. i lost her ponytail. i got too excited, i accidentally yanked it beyond salvation. so it turned out like that.

kinda like the hair that i want. half shaved, other part, faggy emo boy fringe.


oh this morning dr. sian (pronounced as cheyenne and yes, shes a doctor) ran through renaissance art, and the recent debacle about i dig her comment on one part when disbelievers of ............ would usually say:
.............. my ass, i went to school with her, and shes a slut.

completely understood. and the whole class laughed. anyways, i hate censoring shit, but this one is like crossing the too offensive line. so like yeah.



played soccer some days ago. with my course people huhuhuh...

had big hair that day and i actually wanted to get my hair like this if i managed to score at least a goal:


turns out my team got trashed 5 - 3.

AHAHAHAHAH.. shit happens when i play.

instead of playing, we went fucking around with the ball because the team kinda like trashed them 5 -3 last week already. so complacent complacent. i was like a totem as a goalkeeper.
and the team theres like the rayman playing, fall out boy kid, german cyborg with a buzzcut and yanni.
got another chance, but decided to let them walk over us.. sounds cool though. let them walk over us.

serious this morning the Rayman was flaming pissed, because we wasn't serious and shit when playing ball that day. the sportsman was flaming pissed when he told this to me, and we were using the urinal discussing about the outcome of the match. and when i looked over his bowl, he was actually pissing flame.

bwarrgghh.. (fiery piss spraying to the bowl)


check this shit out man! like omg!
i wanna make something like this, if it isnt possible to bring this over. i personally think this is DOPE. is that raspberry sauce for the blood? looks yummy.
birthday cake!


...and i though damien hirst made some serious dough as an artist (audience booing)...remember when getting a rabbit shaped cake was even considered cruel? now you can get a rotten foot cake or a bloated severed torso as a bday cake.

read the rest about his body part cakes and pastries here.

i can't tell which is creepier........the fact that i would eat human body parts in order to stay alive if i was ever in a state of emergency or the fact that i would turn down eating pastries which look like rotting human body parts to avoid gaining 2 lbs.




ultimate lolz0r of the day.

zombie kid loves turtle. watch this




and then watch this







ʇıɥsdıp ƃuıʞɔnɟ

to err is human, to super err is superhuman.

okay, im like back.

first of all im sorry that i couldn't come up with pics loaded with good shits. this is due to the fact that my asshole sister had almost complete monopoly of the camera, thus, the handful amount of worthy pics only (because on the last day of the trip, i wrestled her ass to the ground, and gave her a flying elbow drop till she gave up the camera). so what you get is nothing short of my national geographic-grade journalism.

so we took a tour VIP super coach which sucked. but we got a fucking crazy-ass driver who stuck on the 2nd lane and drives faster than pathetic protons. then we went to machap which overprices everything since over the years coaches goes in and out of the rest stop more often than the top geylang women's vagina.
went to some village,
kuantan pahang.
agro business bullshit.
passed kl. did some shopping and shit.
visiting people,
houses,
village,
ringgit malaysia angpaos,
bla bla bla.
probably been there done that kinda stuff i dont think you guys would give half a shit.


our lodging was at the primula beach resort.
yeah, its not like everything you see in the pic.

this is like a kanasai pic of the hotel from google image search.



anyways, theres no such thing as carribean-like pristine beaches, sunrise umbrellas, and busty caucasian chick sliding down the waterslide... that kinda shit.


instead, i see fat tudong penguins wearing sliding down instead and okay-okay sub-standards. maybe its because of the weather suayness it shouldn't be that bad..

but the room service and suites are great. nice seaside view. kinda.

sweet suite bed. asshole sis took this pic.

anyways, it is located somewhere in shithole state cum miami beach called terengganu. personally, somehow i find that slums and beautiful beaches don't go well together but for overall holiday experience, top notch.

bad thing about whole state, is its toooo touristy factor. no wonder its called the tourism state. this is because every fucking product in almost every fucking shop has 'terengganu' stamped on it. like a cute kitty/turtle doll, you turn it over, turns out the thing has terengganu sewn over the belly.

shit. and i cant find a shop that doesnt sell anything that doesnt have the name of the damn state on it. and even the citizens wear their own terengganu souvenir shirt bacause a decently normal shirt is difficult to source. how fucking sad is that? no one wears that shit. i cant find any fucking one in singapore that wears our own souvenir 'its okay LAH' or 'SINGAPORE ITS A FINE CITY' or maybe the badly-produced-not-fierce-lanchiau-lion-cartoon-with-a-dustbin-beside-him-and-the-word-singapore-a-green-city-written-super-big kind of shirt.

traffic is also an interesting experience, and you wont know what kinda shit to expect on the shoulders of the road. it was a peaceful smooth highway drive. wait, not really smooth, cos its like riddled with potholes and crack crevices more often than you could find in my current mor peng face. so it was a quietdrive, then suddenly, to my horror, i see a kids riding goats like the ralph lauren beverly hills polo logo. yeah and there was this one little BUTTNAKED kid with his tiny chicken mcnugget dick pressed up on the back of the poor goat. he was waving at me as my coach drove pass. sibuay disturbing.

then yeah, when it reaches packed cities like KL, JB and shit i found the reason why crappy malaysian cars clogged up the traffic. it is because most cars on the roads have the driver as the only pedestrian. and every malaysian mother, father, brother, sister there owns a car due to the cheap cost of automobiles there. takes alot of space on the road just to transport a fella.


oh, and we have to pay for the fucking public toilet on rest stops and malls. yeah, 10, 20, 30, 50 RM cents doesnt cost much, but its hell irritating when you have to do it every so often, and what if a person's in like a fuckin hurry or forgot the wallet and doesnt have cash at the moment. whichwas what happened to me, and i embarassingly had to run over to my arrogant dad, beat him up for some RM cents and returning back with the RM cents -of course, running. just to take a shit.

not only that, the toilets are HORREN-FUCKING-DOUS. the second i got in the toilet, i just wanted to get the fuck out asap and at the same frame of second, your eyes and the nose would naturally shrivel up to block the unsightly view and the deadly scent. vile as an elephant vagina. they have like a complete compilation of sanitation failure in a room man. its good thing if your a dude, because you have a trustworthy penis that could just stand and piss on the urinal, clean up a little bit and gtfo asap. it would be a sad sad situation if you have to take a shit because of the prolonged amount of time putting up with the place. which was what happened, and i selfishly -for the first time in my life- had to squat over on top of the crapper lids. just to take a shit.


a skinny and -at the same time- fat sack of shit. my face looks like this when im taking a shit.

dumbass sister took this pic again.

sad emo poem setting.

the floating crystal mosque. which kinda loooks like the modern day taj mahal and its total building cost goes for a big RM180 million.
even in RM, that is quite a heft sum. and its on an island called wan man island. well, no such thing as one man island right? (insert audience booing for bad pun)

stupid weather destroyed the scenery. on wan man island. rain spoiled the whole experience.

oh yeah!!! before this pic, there was like thumping bhangra punjab soundtrack with banging tabla and sitar players playing with their tongues and eyeballs sticking out. and then 2 indian dancers in neon sarees appeared from both side of the screen, then hundreds of rainbow background dancers. and then theres like jiggling golden star titted lady belly dancing. then some crazier guest appearances like the indian guy from "street fighter" to show up and blow fire, "the love guru", the chick from "bend it like beckham" and sanjaya from american idol to sing backup while they dance in front of everyone. then theres like smokin' rows of tandoori buffet lined up at the side, complete with free flow teh tarik and stacks of yegg roti prata.

so to capture the moment, i asked my idiot sister seize the moment. my sister took so loong and by the time this pic was taken, all of them packed up already, booked a flight with air india and left. really really.

the whole thing is in malay and i dont understand wtf the whole thing was, and why i got told off by the anal security guard guy inane babble. didn't notice its in english halfway down huhuh.. only decently dress visitors eh?
guess i have to like put on some dolce and gabbana and prada sunglasses. speaking of which, fakeshits are rampant there.


so opulent, any terrorist wouldn't dare to suicide bomb it..
then from here on, i got control of the camera.

mother took this.

the taj mahal. miniature version. i bullshat my dumbass boss that i went to india and visited the taj mahal and shit. he still thought that it was the real thing because he sees it in my msn profile pic in his new blackberry's puny screen. apparently, he's a slave to it right now.

FAT AUNTY 69. hoho.. appealing.


okay, thats bout all i could summarise the whole trip. ill add more pics once i sift through the literally hundreds of pics. ill try to include ones without my sis's face once i have the time, but for now, i have to crash.

how about a grande cup of shut the fuck up?

aah, my wireless is fucked up, so i have to get my ass to starbucks frequently to get my usual blogging and checking shit out fix.
starfucks are shittier now, and too bad due to cny, i couldn't continue with further shit soon.

this guy is currently my hero:
Sexman
and to thought that the sexydragon name could live up to its ultimate badass status, this guy brought his name to another dimension man. Sexman films and Gangbang Productions.
His gayest story ever told is epicly funny and here's him versus the sexinator.excerpts from the battle clip: aaah shit, shit! have an obligation on youtube. do watch his other movies!!


this kinda shows what kind of length i go for when i before i acquire something.

this is a great haircut site to check out befo' you get one.
too bad its hyped up with faggy blue eye Zack fucking Efron in the men's hairstyles section.
it has to be MAN, man.. it has to be some macho and seriously hardshit, not some weepy whiteboy..


yeah, which reminds me of the experience i had the other time in the barber shop. there was this enthusiastic indian kid with long shaggy dog hair. his coloured hair homies also came along.
so he barged in the tranquil hairdressing salon, and threw his ass to the swivel chair.
and he said to the clueless china barber: Ay Brother!! i want my hair like Zag-ck EF---RAWN!!!

i couldn't sleep for countless nights after that.

imagining the 10th dimension

an interesting and well illustrated video of the 10th dimension.




10 minutes of my life and i think im fucking mensa already.





sidenote, just got back.

baby got back.
sexman entertainment!

dont know what's an oxymoron, moron?

HAPPY MEW YEAR!!
tong to nong nong chang tong chang!!!
its the Year of the Ox.

May peace break into your house
May thieves come to steal your debts
May the pockets of your jeans be magnets for $100 bills
May love stick to your face like Vaseline
May laughter assault your lips
May your clothes smell of success like smoking tires
May happiness slap you across the face
May your tears be tears of joy
May the problems you had forget your home address

look forward for more oxshits from my blog.



oh no, thats bullshit!!

thang

get the inside joke here:
THANG!!

really short post. im goin overseas for 4 days. would come back with a longer one. till then, miss me, bitchez.. nubz haxx0r pwned rofl.


anyways,
my sister's phone broke when she fought with her boyfriend. super retarded. lol. she should tattoo her fist fingers: R.E.T.A.R.D.E.D

the reason why im always late. the bus was like in this very position for like 2o minutes for the road to clear up. peak period. normally, i'll reach nafa in 15 mins for the entire trip. as compared to taking this bus, you'd probably reach nafa earlier taking the train and living in jurong or pasir ris, .


xiaoLian, xiaoFire, xiaoLight, xiaoCookie, xiaoTiger, xiaoAhlong... i've seen alll variations, but this takes the cake.

till then.