leather hard

yeah, i was woken up by zs and jx. they came over to my place while im still asleep and then suddenly barged into my room with: they call me ho!! they call me stacy!! the ting tings in the house man. fyi: they are in town.
we watched the ben stiller movie, zoolander after that.

anyways, WOAH free time! blogtime.

first week of school:
2D studies. piece of shit course that requires you to buy alot of stupid shit. but the course is fun though. it teaches you how to use weird mediums, method and patterns to produce 'interesting' artworks. which personally later would i think would eventually wouldn't be much of an interest of a viewer. and i think i may have an issue with that.

maybe this guy made sense. woaah great shit. but still, end result still looks like ass and that puzzles people, and i am certain that pisses people off.
hoho check me out, i paint with my fingers, hoho contemporary symbolism, poetic deep meaning shit.
big fucking deal.

in all due no disrespect of course, in a fair and ideal world people reward effort. of course that would be great and does major justice to the many hardworking people. but in the real world, end results are rewarded.

oh, and just now the lecturer was great, though he sounds like a dweeb, his lectures was like remarkable man. he talks alot, thorough introductions, mentioned about why child-like paintings and artworks are 'glorified and championed' these days. (this is because producing child-like painting is difficult to artists as we too used to doing things the proper way. or something like that didn't pay attention)

the stupid shit we have to purchase list. yes, you read that one on bottom few of the list right. it actually says satellite tracking devices.
the artist lecturer told us to draw the outline of some bangla painting behind him which was deliberately flipped upside down. within a few minutes. it made me feel like a bozo when he told us to try drawing by the inferior hand.
Right-hand (Master hand)
Left hand (the sucky-er hand) not too shabby huh.
create a font illusion.


OH OH! and today, i had a rad tattoo done. the whole forearm. then i got it lasered off with the chinese ink room sink. and i thought back, dammit, i should've took a pic of my tattooed hand. major bummer. i was sincerely menyesal with myself man. oh. menyesal = regret, in malay. hohohohoho. Ziella taught me that. on the road to be boleh cakap melayu siol.

stupid basic anatomy class. have to print 4 pictures of yourself in different poses.
short attention span
paint a colour wheel with watercolor. another pointless practice from drawing class.
digital art class. we had to use the very lame mac. you can check out that anna chic in this picture. one of my rare impromptu shots that actually turned out glam.

alvin and his badass motorbike monoprint tee(im working on those lately). seen here teaching us how to sculpt with crap. it feels like doo-doo. you could observe his bad teeth if you zoomed this. im working hard to achieve that.
difficult job. howtf could i possibly reproduce that with pen and markers?
check out my current badass wallpaper. courtesy of bryan. shamelessly stolen from his blog. who cares, its watermarked ya'll.

and so recently, i have been playing with The Sims. i simply got hooked to this game thats made in 1999. now i completely understand addiction. with games like these, who needs social life. wonder what would happen to me when my sims 2 download is complete. oh, and check out my crib:

worked in the military. some fierce hummer carpool. got a hot wife that works as a marketing manager. jap-style shogun bedroom. and theres a sculpture in the middle of the hallroom. not a big pile of turd.
burglar who tried to 'kope' my still-life painting. too bad he didn't expect the security alarm mounted by the yard door. l0lZ0r pwnd f@il!

will post more pictures of my Sim lives.



anyways, ooh, i better get back to war. guilt! the feeling of guilt is sooo intense when your something due is supposed to be done. just like pre-assessment last year. woah. im getting flashbacks man like Rocky Balboa.
unsurmountable homework and t-shirt orders for the weekend. oh and not forgetting rui's night event and butter factory with syirr and maybe sentosa with assile and trip to johor on sunday.

basically, everything is up my ass

job offer here.
i need to hire an assistant for the first quarter of the year starting 3rd Feb.

most parts of the job includes:
organising my stuff and files
helping out on some of my work
calling people/ PR-ing
stack my CDs books
fold my clothes
other maid stuff
help me update my facebook and apps
run errands
fetching stuff
reminder

requirements:
must be completely resistant/tolerant to sarcasm, cusses, racist jokes, bad languages and other crude shit.
must be somewhat intelligent.
must be free. (ns, school, work, blablabla stfu i dont care)

sorry im kinda broke, but im paying $3 bucks per hour, daily pay. (heard macs/KFC pays $3.50/per hr, but that kinda job is unglam, requires you to wear uniforms, doing greasy icky stuff and at the same time doing your part for satan consumerism)

work times are flexible.
would provide lunch and dinner if working at my place.
everything else, negotiable
obviously not abusive

call me: 97760717 - Fish


Christina's birthday in Zouk.



TTYN for now bitches.