blood sugar salvation

First and foremost,


yeah... everything school and miscellany that has been bugging the fuck out of me since friday , so for now, its smooth sailing and i simply couldn't give a (look at pic) about anaythang!!

i've been through hell, sleepless nights, i've chugged litres of chicken essence, fish oil, salmon essence with ginseng and other New Moon mumbo-jumbo tonic concoctions,. bad hairdays, messed up bedroom, impulse purchases, $20 ez-link constant top-ups, HOT GLUE GUN BURNS! (yeah 4 seconds finger in contact of searing hot glue gun tip) daily sprint to school, morning taxi driver abuse and many other kinds of shit that in some way has a complete fucking adverse effect to homo sapiens.
Rush hour man.

and i've triumphed peoples! i managed to beat them all.
one of my incredible feats includes completing a 3 months work in a span of 42 hours and some minutes.
told ya'll im gonna rocky balboa up in this bitch.
the schooldays and the nightlife.
the perfect 50/50 yaw! i didn't study!
woot woot.
i am REDEEMED!!


so yeah.. here are the highlights, picture and caption summarises the whole month. like always, the most recent to the latest:



The buay kan guy drives already

me, christy and wiki in some supercool turbocharged Renault party Kangoo.

grabbing the rollcage and disturbing the driver and the fat guy in front. oh and look an opening. pull wiki!!

doesnt sounds like how he play in my ipod. some DJs play better in recording studios.






schooltime funtime

RINANANANNANANA!! look at that kid!

oh no! sit-ups

Ah Lian Driver!

arcading


Vertigo

Bencoolen. another prime real estate.

my 3D final presentation

Go underground, go underground!


before the china art red spray paint coatings.


ZOMG!! ain't that the cutest trojan pup evar?! super cute lar!


just had an erection.

drawing final. hunchback, didnt notice that earlier! fuck!!

shot i took before i took my 2-hours sleep.

nismo 350z


printmaking final

fashion.



Halloween party at Arena with wingmens and friends.







satan!


blow-up doll hung by the neck

another plagiarism. chong tat!





fuck im bored. oh, before i go, i just had to show this:

a fucked up situation of near biblical proportions.

im ranting shut the fuck up/

oh my gawd... i need a fucking drink. i dont think i could afford fucking alcohol cos the next day is drawing class assessment that i couldnt miss which frankly i think is fucked up.

in fact i thought i fucked the whole thing up. like fo sho. the whole nafa assessment. holy shat. shouldnt have drank apart from that i'd still be fucked cos i was locked in the fucking house and had to wait till lunchtime for the keys and a pickup. and still left something crucial behind. thank God for automobiles and public transport system. oh, and debriefing of that thing i was
a series of fuck-ups i had this morning, and now i need is a fucking drink to drown down the fuckloads of problems.

man im so stressed, if this shit goes on for like another week, im gonna sport a fucking toupee.


on the plus side, i forgot and left my clock behind bus 131 till i was on the junction across nafa. then i was like: oh fuck, fuckiddy-fuck-fuck. what in the fucking hell should i fucking do now??. this is because the whole point of the assessment yesterday was the clock itself. others are just miscellany shit. so i ran to the bus stop, idling on red light, and tap on the fucking glass door. i signalled him that i left my shit behind. he was like: oh okay okay!! with his raybans on (most bus drivers sports them during daylight; ive encountered one driver wearing one during the night. i think he thinks that hes terminator 6. that works as an sbs driver part-time) then then then then!! he pointed me to the taxi stand near nafa, so as a pedestrian i got a head start, i dashed like a flying motherfucker fucking a motherfucker 100m straight ahead to the traffic light. fuelled with holy-shit-im-fucked juice, i think i actually bat(new past tense: beat) the 100m record of that world record jamaican guy. lugging a sling bag filled with heavy shit. i remembered dashing past a mitsubishi lancer. the bus stops at the taxi stand, and someone actually tries to alight. huhuhuhh! so i snatch my clock away from some indian office dude who was caressing my clock like a sex toy. and left the bus. stopping of course for some profuse thanking.
that bus driver gets my golden benelovent lion award..
which as you know me, rarely doles out such shit to any one.

and oh oh oh... this morning i bought a fluttering chobit nun-looking chick pvc 1/8 model , and my prozed highlight buy: Oneechanbara Aya 1/6 figure model. with blood and shit.

and i do this when im depressed. like a fat girl stuffs her face with food to deal with it, i spend alot on buying stupid shit. but eh, i think its quite worth it.

apart from that i felt like an anime otaku dickhead nerd -that has no social life and wacks off to hentai porn to pass off time- walking around with that thing in a see-through transparent bag.


so i got her and i did some researching online, shes a bikini zombie slayer. see some of her moves in this movie. shes that chic in the motorbike with the yuck! decal which i consider as already uber rad and theres more. watch, watch:



epic shit or what mannnn.... i like that tattooed face chauvinist guy. huhuh.. menage a trois.

oh oh oh and watch this too:




the tattoo lor... did you see the fucking tattooo?!!


and i heard the game and the MOVIE is coming out. what an investment.

oh, i just could not understand collectors that keeps their shit in mint condit' and still in the original packaging. its not like some french wine that you could enjoy later in life.
this like abstinence from sex.
like oh, im keeping this shit, it holds significant value in the near future. fuck it, that vagina's gonna grow old. no one gives a shit anymore, if it happens to have anyone buying it for an exorbitant price, it would be an anime fan monk with high income. and chances of that happening would be close to nothing.

and i just opened box. cry your tits out.
i feeel muuuuuuuuchh better.

Overdrive

Rocky Fucking Balboa up in this bitch.

Seems to me that im waaaaay ahead of my time.
man, i tell you my classmates are sooooo lagging behind. so behind. wait till they know that im left with only:


10 clock sketch
actual clock
mahjong mindmap
3D design 5 pieces of sculpey
the journal for it
printmaking 1st sem hiccup catch-ups
printmaking sratchboard
landscape
10 sketches for it
charcoal
charcoal
color charcoal
colorpaper charcoal
color charcoal on colorpaper charcoal
final piece charcoal planning
final piece
metalsmithing final piece planning
metalsmithing final piece
go to the bienalle
bienalle report
investigating art journal
acrylic painting
acrylic painting
acrylic painting with thick impasto slobs
acrylic painting
Final acrylic painting planning
Final acrylic painting


finally:

100 sketches.
yah ha

hohohohohohoho...


woooot. im so ahead, fuck yeah.

Im sure ill get all this done by 13th november.

but first up,

Complete that Asphalt 4 racing game,

Today's Sudoku challenge,

catch some TV,

Read my book in ze bathtub andd......

tonight's party at ARENA.


then its some intensive christ flagellant masochist thaipusam guantanamo shit.

a mordicum of intelligence

Nothing interesting for now. Browse if you like. Just listen to the new tunes.



Mother and brathead.


Back: Younger brathead, mother, uh... grandpa.

Lucky draw 2nd prize. Some oven.

Travel voucher




Oh, and its my best buddy, Assile's birthday. Yeah. Thats her real name, 'cept you have to spell it backwards.

Assile gets 2 cakes. 19 x 2 = 38 candles. Dont worry, lumberjacks are known for their blowing expertise.

Picture perfect. Happy birthday.

Yeah, it was some crazy ass party. Didn't have much time taking pics.

AE86!!

The new Honda Civic.....

Type R.

Look closely, smiley faces!!!


Oh.. Brathead fought with her boyfriend, and his shirt was torn beyond salvation. He left my house topless if im not wrong. She wants this uploaded.


Far worst than it looks in picture.

RJC.
Poor fella..


Oh, in school.

Investment. says Jasmine.

three dollars and some cents each


Further rubbish photography:



Famous contemporary artist portait. I took this pic!






BUDDHAHEAD!!