nigga what??

the piece that old people hate. big time













recipe

my base skin tone concoction = titanium white + cadium yellow + some red + burnt sienna





corrections coming soon

final countdown

im using gwace's meh'book air in the student's to write this post. fuck writer's block. i thought im gonna write an extensive thesis right about now.

2,000 year old half-man half-dragon.

the potion to deal with this semester.

yeah, its been busy. lately i have no time to blog, nor settling down to do anything much. its been work work work and by gauging at the length of gap of the previous post to now, you could tell how good my time management is. huhuh. but no worries, you guys have no fucking idea how big and the sheer magnamity of the next post coming up. you better be saving up on spending that book for the holiday, because the amount of content comin' at-cha over here would totally eclipse that shit.


so yeah. hold up.
at this rate im going, it would require more arms than goro from mortal kombat for me to get everything cool completed and settled..

for arts inspiration sake, i watched the apocalypto dvd with father just now, and both of us were 'hurhuurhurhh'-ing. the movie is a must watch. its so awesome, i think im gonna paint aztec shit for ze finals.

maybe im gonna have jaguar paws syirr to help me out.


so i could like catch up:

‘I’m Jaguar Paw, son of the Flint Sky. My Father hunted this forest before me. My name is Jaguar Paw. I am a hunter. This is my forest. And my sons will hunt it with their sons after I am gone,’

insert magalenha- sergio mendes

gw ngentot banget lo.

get a load of this fat fuck:

HAHAHAHA!
annana took this in the lounge. some wired and tired fat guy im telling you. maybe you guys aren't feeling this way, but right now, its crunchtime in nafa and err'one would be slumped over the desk like this guy. and maybe fall sick too,

what the fuck's going on with the sickness man? half class is sick, my dad's sick. im falling sick. fuck, no, im never sick. the human sexy dragon refuse to fall sick. i was literally snivelling my ass off the whole day and figured that i have to do something.. when shit happens, YOU SHALT NOT dont roll over and die. thou shalt overcome it. instead of curling over in a feeble position on the couch, eating porridge, salmon oil pills and orange juice for dinner and slowly grow fats, i got my ass up and actually jogged. HARD. after that i downed carrot-orange juice so that my immune system is tempered in raw muscle and vitamin F, U, C, K, mang.
and lo and behold, i felt great.

1kg of fats takes as much space as 5kg of muscle in the body, peoples.
so you could imagine miguel chew compressing all that fats around five-folds and you could see him look like his glorious bodybuilding days.



so yeah, crunchtime for me:

i dropped $7++ for a premium grade A2 watercolour paper. for the final watercolour work.
hopefully it would get my money's worth and having it turn out epic.






my bedroom. neat and clean, like a upclass hotelroom.(well, in fact, i treat my bedroom like a hotelroom because im hardly home, 'checkout' often and would make ridiculous request and complain to the management if somethings not right)barely messy, wouldn't be so from now on.



and my retarded sister (the smaller one. the borderline retarded one) spent close to $200 of her last year's savings on this bag. mum was like holyshit wtf? and she was like: my money, my problem lor, shuddup can?.

she got this lebron james baller bag for school. bung tomboy enough. i bet in a year time shes gonna listen to lesbian music like le tigre, tegan and sarah and tracy chapman, sport a side-shave, pierce a septum ring in the nose, wear torn jeans and a fuck you hat. and maybe shes gonna have a hot girlfriend that drives a super gay sportscar like say: saab convertible.

leather overload

the interior material is the same kind you find in a mercedes. suede, alcantara or something. nothing plastic.
the laptop pouch thats so comfortable, soft and supple, it feels exactly like boobs.


the final club-night before assessment week arrives.

she gots a guitar tattoo on hur neck!

indo night in rebel:

you like fishsticks? you like fishsticks in your mouth?

you