the only gummy blog: yeah i gotz da man right her. he haz ill skeelz

fuck!! how could this happen? i missed the friday the 13th post!

anyways, i was bustin my ass lately for the past week, valetines, and couple of nignong bullshit. so tgif, i fell asleep, so when i sleep that night i had one of those breakthrough moments. im

seriously considering of starting a clothing line, mang. bitch believe me.
so i have to start somewhere. and was considering of making a blogshop.
you know like one of those glittery lian blogshop that sells cheap stuff like balck dresses, accessories and such. kinda like zhiwei's or charmander's blogshop. nice right?
and as soon as i get further revenue from dad, i'll upscale my shit and have a boutique located in orchard shopping strip. maybe far east plaza, because that place is in the limbo of atas and affordable. after that, imma hire that hardworking china man that works in that 24hour jihad prata shop near nafa. then imma fly to sri lanka, and source for the finest cotton thats cheaper than a yegg roeti pratha here.. then like i have shirt packed in styrofoam because plastic and paper bags are for wussies.

then im gonna have THIS as my signage in front of the shop :

click to zooom.

and i'mma have massive speakers that plays enya soundtrack, so they would feel spiritually uplifting and heavenly. and of course, mcdonalds french fries scent because everybody knows, that smell attracts customer. and my reciept in egyptian hieroglyphic and shit. imagine it would appear like:
bird, triangle, eye, vase, snake, guy pointing left, bird, star = the technobengz series X tee - $78.50.

and shoppers have to like remove their shoes when entering. cos im gonna flood the floorspace with very shallow water along with guppys that sucks dirty microshit off your feet.

uber cool huh? the idea? hoho, subscribe to Forbes guys, your gonna find my face on the cover of the Singapore's Richest issue.

my notebook that influenced me to go Zen nowadays.

right the fuck now, i'm currently at work and blogging. ugh! and i have obligations and shit for tmr's school. cool eh? oh. know what's cooler, i spent Vday last night. the most oVerated-Day in the calendar. 'oVerrated-tine's' according to nicki. blew big dollars that day. will post valentino pics on later post.

so yeah:

the ultra-jap vampyre. (hisss!) shes so asian, shes actually staring at you in this pic.

hand study class. lagging.

hand model: WWF.

hand model: olivia.
shes like fingering j-dub in this pic. (insert booos)

that oslo chic's drawing. dot by dot. i think her works takes like dog years man. freakin intricate. l33t 4sh0

bee lan!

lecturer adding up more crazier shit in my ill collabo-workz.

L4D mclunch.

oh, and 3D ceramics class. the j-dub have to like remove his communist cuban dictator mat cap, cos some powdercake shit erupted and shit. so he went to like clean his head, so we played around with his cap on all kind of variations with the head bust models in the workshop. forgot to take all of em.

the lim hak tai guy or something, with mat cap. huhuh. abdul hak tai.

that anna chic and mat zeus. ape sak.

plastering hands

ray pisses me off, so i flipped the bird at him, and little did i know, my finger hardens. then my finger stayed like this throughout the day. then i got like thai ladies to lick my fingers slowly so that i .....l l la la la (chicka chicka) la LAME!!

then come labelling the boxes for our plastercast. check out my ghetto dope cool box. id be like mackin' hoes fo sho in tha club with that thang:

oh snap! fontz got skeelz. niggur fo sho. im a hustler daym!

and ma dawg, Lil' Shane. he be monsta cockin knowmsayin?

we gots like a 2-way pager lookin' fo some danger.

the imba box. so to all ya suckaz out there, imba = imbalanced = dopeawesome. you feel me? plaaaaaya?

told you nubz niggaz we aint playin.

aight. movin on homie.

so on friday:

sian showing us a video that made half the class sian.

art jamming. autisticly cool.

le matt, daniel and mongshi (maxim) was art jamming. they were so furious with the brush strokes. they were so intense with the technical details and shit, i didnt dare to jump into the fray. till got distracted with maxim's arms so i grabbed my expensive brush and decided to paint on her shoulder instead.