Artisan

It's just a little thing i did a while ago.

all my friends have turned bimbo

Thanks to elizbeth the grandma, I can't tolerate bimbos. Everytime i see a bimbo talking, my hands start twitching. You know why? Because of the Urge To Slap. Only by slapping will we then obtain silence and well, at least 10 minutes of bliss for everyone in earshot of bimbo babble.

And, the worst kind of bimbo ever will be the twits. Ew! I can't bring myself to imitate and mock their own lack of intelligence because that will just bring me down to Their Freaking Stupid Level of Idiotic Whinings and Decrease in Productivity.

AND, because of such sad sad people in our society, they have undermined the art and culture of surf brands and they have made the teen population who happen to study in neighbourhood schools due to unfortunate circumstances, look like freaking vegetables who make the truly IQ deficient appear like Harvard professors.

I feel a boiling rage today!! because I have been deprived of a shopping trip but to maintain diplomatic ties with loved ones I need to accept injustice in this tragic planet.

Thank Goodness for 7-11

the artwork of nicholas lampert

orange

Is there more to graphic design?

Ha! In your face, underminers of the sacred arts!

so disgusted that I felt like laughing

xx jie jie! you so bad!

Sounds familiar eh?

Don't. Act. Cute. (icy chill)


i just don't understand my peers, I guess. It's like attending school with kindergarten children, because a) I don't understand what they are saying and b) the noise pollution and violance can be recorded to recreate the horrors of war. Okay that was so pretentious.

No seriously, I'm confused why they would use crass to show people that they are being loved? (Yes i hear your sighing and your recounting of memories never forgotten that will cause endless scars) Or that they being crushed on. Or that they feel left out and abandoned? (=P) Or that they need to belong to some superficial group of friends who hang out for the sake of hanging out and to handle their insecurities. Or that they want this and that and underline it because it looks cute and distorted (I mean, some accessories look dumb on people who aren't able to carry that look off properly). Or that because their mirror was probably malfunctioning, they didn't check their appearance before they left school and got criticized by teachers that their socks are 'too short' or that their shirts/blouses are never tucked in or their hair/earrings/eyeshadow are not acceptable for school. (because the slacker dress code is way 1995 and, ya know, unless you really want to become a 'bo, you'll follow the dress code)

some also sound like the compiled editions of a stalker's collected diaries.

I'm hungry

Listening to indie does make you sleepy and hungry.

(yawns)

What we lose

I had another dream. The forgotten ipod mini has floated back up to my memory. You know, like a toybox with a corpse inside had suddenly resurfaced from the bottom of a lake, a la desperate housewives? And in this dream, my chinchillas know how to enter and exit the cage whenever they wanted to, and every morning, a parcel of chocolate would appear next to one of my chinchillas, but not before the bag of poppy seeds in my fridge suddenly exploded in my face. And i tasted it. It felt like 100s and 1000s, all horrible and flour-y.

I'm in the mood for all things mundane today. Like how I normally hold my fork, how I should hold my fork, the number of crevices present on a single eyelid, my color blindness, the numbers on my 10 dollar notes, the pink on my sister's pencil case, the insensitivity of people, mostly.

I woke up today with no eyebags. I ate my breakfast with without any eyebags. I cleansed my pores without any eyebags. I stepped out of the house sneezing, with a huge swollen puffy right eye and eyebags. I looked at the mirror in church and saw my capillaries very clearly, and the tears and their tear ducts. As well as a new pimple.

I think it was blood that I saw, the liquid floating at the base of my eyeball, staring back, perturbed, at me.

Now our energy slowly drains due to complex reflex actions of emotional triggers

I can't stand a warm night! A night without breeze is like a watermelon without its juice. It is also like a barking dog without a head. It is also like a sandwich with an infinite number of bread slices. Etc. etc.

Today is homecoming day. Today is also speech day. Today i also had a very disturbing but inspiring dream that made me feel like painting and drawing and kicking and screaming with an angry pencil in my hand, irked with my own subconsciousness for reminding me of our fraility in the face of time.

I love dreaming. I feel that it's a form of communication with my senses and the way i truly feel about emotions and uncertainty of the future. It's almost like entering a different universe that is not constrained by the laws of reality and logic. So i can dream about things that are almost insanely surreal and abstract. And yet contains meaning. It's almost like a preview of ideas for an art piece.

Look I've just learnt how to do this pig by Germaine -.- :

|\___| ( -(00)-)
~( U U )
^ ^

No that wasn't a fabrication derived from my dreams.

Although i could dream of strange pixels and vectors.

bitterest annoyance

God, teach me to love my enemies. Even it that means a life of high blood pressure and fury from within.

Note the subtle hints.

So anyway, these are the things that happened this past week:

1) Arts Festival! which was really fun to do. I mean, rehearsals are so intense because everyone is shouting at you, but on the actual performance, all the lights shine for you and everyone claps, instead of a teacher clapping loudly to shout at you etc. etc. And I love running around backstage and rushing! And receiving flowers.

2) Hmm. nothing.

So i'll try to post some of the pictures that I took. and maybe the videos. yay cool.