then i had too much fun with this facebook application. its called compare people where you compare your friends with shit like, who has better hair, whos more tech savvy. that kind of shit, you either win or lose to another friend's friend. the catch is, you cant see who actually see who does the comparison. unless you do more of em, you get the chance to see the fucker that chose another fat twat as the hotter winner, or the person who would want to marry you instead.. its shocking to see the person who thought so. and when doing the comparing, sometimes tough decisions arise. and id like to share you my dilemmas:
who would i be trapped in the desert island with?
would it be:ong zhong liang, insanely intelligent,the currently and possibly the only southeast asian 1989-born person thats currently studying in cambridge university guy. that guy is freakin mensa. would be an interesting fella to talk to or in fact, come up with some theorem to salvage our asses from the desert island.
or
zhao ting ting. from china. borderlinely hot.
who has a better body?
would it be:calista faye
or
juliana teo.
yeah, i know theres 2 persons on that second pic. after knowing that juliana's the one on the right, you'd be like naaaaw way!!.
haaard choice haaard choice
and sometimes every 10 question or something, they pit you against a worldwide facebook
stranger. in this instance, its a toough choice:
who would i rather marry?
some jean farrow chic
or
that christy guy
oh shit tough choices. wanted to post more but theres too many. i'd post sporadically sooner or something.
and this monster energy drink i saw in mustafa.
really made me feel hyper. sugar level is through the roof, therefore, the existence of blogging this post in the middle of the night. made me feel like monster. my anatomy drawings looks like monster too.
you know your watercolour is gonna fuck up and pale in comparison bigtime to your classmates from china - when you have to do reflective and translucent bottles and shit under german halogen lamps.
heres the prop setup. alot of dark tones, alot of chiarascuro technique, ill skills, time and unshaky fingers needed to achieve the near similar standard. theres actually 2 more green bottles at the back. and theres that anna chic behind the smiling while taking pics of the setup. very impromtu..and check out my epic fail in watercolour:
UGH! even from afar, it still looks like cock. guess i have to drink that monster drink so that i wouldnt look horrific like a monster cock. (insert audience booing for bad pun)then heading home i saw this dude with a tattooed head.
its a lion design. so cool. i want something scary like that. and let my hair grow. low profile you know. relatives wouldn't notice it. the. so once im enlisted into NS, it would shock the shit out of the cheebye military barber that shave my hair away.so photoshop class we tried to make our self portrait look like some marilyn monroe andy warhol-esque bullshit. instead of doing the easy way - color wash, monochrome, etc.. where you could complete the effect in a matter of few clicks. we do it the long ass painful flagellant devout christian way. the dreaded photoshop pen tool which takes aeons. so yeah, 2 hours worth of work:
the example
echar.
godziella
shane'o mac. barney eyes
ju dawg. geisha.
j dub. possibly adding emo eyeliners later. hohoho.
irfan. LOL! queer eye for the straight guy.
and me. robocock. with pink lashes.dammit. should've check out wong fei hong's eye. lol. it epicly looks like wong fei hong.
singapore art scene introduces one of the weirdest shit possibly available. some of the oddest and suggestive shit. blame symbolism. you'd prolly need to wear checkered maroon beret, thick black oversized rimmed glasses and a topman sweater to appreciate most em. lol. and this one is a gallery invitation cum(on your face) post card. which i failed to find.
look! the baby's resting on the sag of skin on that old woman. lol.alright. managed to spoil yo eyes.
sexman out.
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