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I've moved!

2006-03-02T21:08:00.000+08:00

To someplace, where I post my art. I don't write anymore, because my writing muse just moved out. Maybe she'll pay me a visit sometime (I'll write if I feel like it).

http://nnasty.blogspot.com

Please visit!
If you do you will get a cookie from yours truly!
And a harem of beautiful naked wimmen in that blog. ;)

progress shots of nexus graffiti demo

2006-01-09T00:31:00.000+08:00

Nah,

Collaboration between Stace and I.
Both of us were assigned to work as a one and only tag team in this project, because to begin with, Nexus had planned to accomodate only 6 artists and then there were 7 of us all.

Guessy who sprayed what? X3 (My tag team worked on the first panel, meaning the one before the hand and rhino)

And no, this is definitely not the container I was talking about in my previous entry. Those that you see in the pictures are huge wooden panels which served as our demo canvas. I suppose it's specially for the Nexus bigwig to have a look (and I'm so happy I get paid $100 a day for this. 4 days of graffing btw). He did arrive on the second day of the demo session. Half the time, I don't know is it just me or that the boss bore a "Damn I paid this much for this slapdash!?" expression on his face. Not that the rest of the artists suck.

hiatus

2005-12-01T23:45:00.000+08:00

ART RELATED DEALINGS!

Nexus Total Defence Project. Not some ordinary, yawn-inducing project. Think art. We're gonna spraypaint our designs on shipping containers for a Total Defence campaign next year. That's not all, those beauties are going to appear everywhere - they're mobile, will be rolling all over Singapore. Along roadshows. And along Padang, National Day 2006.

Portfolio and resume for MTV Asia. MTV liked my work (wtf? why me?) which I posted in Noise Singapore, and through a Noise Singapore personnel, they contacted me, requesting I mail them a CD of my portfolio and resume. Oh my gosh, am I going places already? Please tell me I am!

Shirt art for Stitch. I've got a camp this weekend and whatnot. Bitch busy so I don't know if I can find time to meet up with those guys behind Stitch to present a coupla designs. I am very stressed...

..Thats why I am going hiatus. I am too lazy to write because I think I shit better things than my writing.

MEANWHILE, the only thing that'll make me pop out from my little cave on a distant planet? If you want to commission me. I cannot find a fucking job because nobody likes my piss-ugly face/cottage cheese thighs/horrid breath. I hear they only employ models. Maybe I went to wrong places to look for a job..

Art is my only redemption for now. How pitiful, but that I have to make do while I sniff 'round for full-time work. I am a hungry, starving artist living out of a cardboard box and always need to piss myself to keep warm.

Commission me now to make non-commercial, personal art! (i have to mention "non-commerical, personal art" because I don't like it when people use my art to make money. I AM SUPPOSED TO USE MY ART TO MAKE MONEY NOT YOU LOLOLOL)

I can do the following:

Tradtional media (Acrylic, watercolor, pencils, colour pencils, markers)

Digital media

And as how far my wonderful talent can bring me to:

Caricatures (my style, I'm no roadside artist kthx).

Character design.

CG (short for Computer Graphic, they refer to digital art like vector, painting, etc)

Abstract painting (what's an inspiration-less artist to do?).

Graphic design.

Graffiti, design and spraying (I have been trained informally at Noise Singapore workshops, and about to be involved with the Nexus Total Defence Project soon).

And my art can go for $10-$50 at the moment. Paintings A2 and larger will reach $100++, they are subject to consumption of traditional media and those cost a pretty penny!! I'm not a famous celebrity so I won't charge alot for my not-so-famous art.

Have a visit at my deviantArt gallery if you would like to have a look. I can only be contacted through email: voodoocharm@gmail.com, because MSN is so fucked up. You can add me there but be prepared to enjoy my random log-ins and outs. Blame that on my intarweb connection.

Money aside, I promised some people art/doodles.
LeRaine's hentai chick doodle (I tell you, I have forsaken drawing anime for so long, the hentai chick looks too odd for words. Must redraw.), Dick's belated birthday gift which might be forwarded as a Christmas gift, I'm cheap like that (I've only Sid's and LeRaine's faces to draw, sooooo, to the rest of the harem, don't come scolding me "why I'm not inside!?").

And back to money, I drew Daryl his commish months back - caricatures of his friends. So Daryl owe money. Not Fanny.

I came back

2005-11-29T02:30:00.000+08:00

And I find a 13-year-old ~~nerd~~ ~~bionic~~ GEPper named Michelle Qiu all over everyone's blog, and mine. Yay, the next best talk of the town since Dawn Yeo, don't we all love relishing on peoples' follies?

I'm sure by now, Michelle's mother has cut that brilliant article on Today out for keepsake, she must have been immensely proud of her prodigy.

Michelle, do take the opportunity now to bask in all your glory (of being almost infamous), because soon, you won't be able to do that anymore.

Why? You're growing up now. The advent of being an angsty, pubescent teenager shall harken. One fine day you might again chance upon that silly cutout your mother so lovingly preserved, and realise what a stupid frat you were. You'll begin hating yourself, and eventually commit seppuku because you wrote that shit.

You will become infamous once again when you are posthumously featured in The New Paper ("Lonely Gifted Girl Disembowels Self")! So if you took seriously my advice on basking in your current glory as much as you can, good for you.

I think CME lessons in GEP classes should include a chapter on Committing Seppuku. Refreshing cultural exposure.

FYI: I'm not vexed, I'm just peeved at the way she expressed her views. Being 13 year old doesn't warrant you a licence to sound like a selfish bitch.
And fortune (or misfortune) telling, anyone?

Tarty Hogwarts Girl

2005-11-17T23:29:00.000+08:00

In a naughty British schoolgirl fashion (skirt hem hiked up way above the kneecaps, rolled up sleeves, calf-hugging socks and Mary Janes).

It's a work-in-progress thing, so pardon me.
Will be defining parts of the pic, although I really like the watercolor sloppiness.

Prior to posting artwork, I think I'll show you guys pictures I took during the wee hours of Tuesday morning whilst working on my Art Paper 2 developmental work.

These are supposed to be attempts at the Mucha Art Nouveau style, thus the cartoony/outlined look. It's last minute work, so that'll explain why they look craptacular. XD

And yes, Mucha Art Nouveau is the most. Beautiful. Thing. EVAR.
You must agree with me.

Personality test I've taken in a long time

2005-11-17T01:02:00.000+08:00

This is no meme, but I decided to take the test featured on Sid's blog, and then give you guys a look at what I've got.

I'm taken aback at the results.
Or so it seems.. the result I got is spot on. I've always thought that online personality tests were quack stuff but this one is so close like a splitting image in a mirror.

That leaves me to wonder, why am I even clearly conscious of my errs when I haven't been doing anything about it?

*reads the one on "Actual Problem"*

Mrrff.

Must. Start. Working. On. Portfolio.

AND FIND A DAMN JOB SOON!
(Heh, I got to fufil my lascivious wants.
iPod Nano, a new hairstyle, clothes, probably a new handphone model because mine is on the verge of breaking apart, graphics card and a 512 RAM to Pimp My 'Puter.)

Plastic Princess Barbie!

2005-11-13T23:20:00.000+08:00

Presenting, Singapore's very own, and possibly the FIRST Singaporean Barbie Doll to be made!

The lifelike replica of Singapore's 'Hottest Blogger' Dawn Yeo is lovingly crafted in the likeness of double standards of society (ugly girls = asian, pretty girls = ang moh) by a plastic surgeon.

Get yours today at only $19.99!
It comes with a gorgeous Perpetually in Purple gown, surgically enhanced anime-inspired face that can contort into a half-assed look, before and after pictures, AND denials and lies!

For those of you who have been living under a rock on a distant planet, I'm talking about Dawn Yeo. And her alleged surgically-enhanced physique?
It hit me that Dawn Yeo's facade makes a perfect face for the next Barbie doll. She epitomises everything a girl would die for. Besides, she gives Mattel a reason to make a Barbie doll based on our nationality!

All in the spirit of the Dawn Yeo/Yang controversy in the blogosphere!
http://gssq.blogspot.com/2005/11/blogging-her-way-to-instant-fame-her.html
http://xialanxue.blogspot.com/2005/11/open-letter-to-dawn-yangyeo.html
http://leethax.blogspot.com/

Face (c) to Dawn Yeo
Barbie Doll (c) to Mattel
The Barbie logo (c) to Mattel.
Please don't sue me, at least I am giving all due credit here. And promoting your goodies (that means your pretty face too, Dawn) for free! :)

Triumph, the Insult Comic Dog

2005-10-28T06:08:00.000+08:00

By divine intervention, something redeemed me from the placid, mundane world of local humour.
And it comes in the form of ribald humour!
Yeah, i know, I'm so slow I just learnt of Triumph the Insult Comic Dog.

Presenting
Triumph and the Star Wars Geeks

"So uh.. sir, you are dressed as uh.. huge nerd?"
"I'm supposed to a Jedi"
"A Jedi Knight"
"So uh what are uh principles of the Jedi Knight"
"To always defend truth and justice throughout the galaxy"
"And to.. eat alot of peanut M&Ms?.. Throughout the galaxy? XD"

Triumph: "Ok you guys ready for some trivia? Ok heres the first question: What substance was uh, Han Solo frozen in?"
Fans: "Carbonite"
Triumph: "Oh no I'm very sorry, very sorry, the correct answer is 'who gives a shit!'"

If that dog looks familiar, yep.. he's that Yugoslavian Mountain Hound puppet with that thick Slavic accent, which appeared in Eminem's Ass Like That video. He also appears on Late Night with Conan O'Brien. He's Triumph the Insult Comic Dog.

If Smigel (the creator) were to pull one skit off in Singapore..

Triumph: "And here we are, in the presence of some... chain-smoking, deprived local children!"
Camera pans to a pack of Ah Bengs, smoking nonchalantly.
Triumph, looking at one Ah Beng's horrid Gatsbyed mop: "What on earth is that on your head?"
Ah Beng: "hAir laH!!"
Triumph: "It's hair alright, does your pubic hair look the same too?"
Ah Beng: "wAt U t0kinG aRHz???"
Triumph mockingly imitates in return: "wat yoo tocking aaahhrz?"
Ah Bengs as usual think with their testosterones: "NA BEI I caLL my frEnz to cOme aNd hoOt u aH!!!!"
The Ah Beng's posse immediately stops smoking, and lurches towards Triumph.
Triumph: "Ohhh.. I get it.. So you guys are actually alien owls in disguise of badly dressed dorks!"
Incensed Ah Beng: "CHEE BYE AH"
Triumph: "Bye?"
Ah Beng just blows up: "FUCK YOU!!"
Triumph: "You into bestality or what?"
Ah Beng and friends draws out parangs.
Triumph: "Holy crap so you're not only an alien owl in disguise of a badly dressed dork, you are an alien owl SAMURAI in disguise of a badly dressed dork!"

Heh, well, I'm not Smigel and I can't possibly come up with anything better.
Or maybe it's just that the local subculture is too dumb to even play ribald humour with. *sigh*

Anyhoo I wished that would happen in Singapore, really. But come to think of it, even small-time local radio deejays are often lambasted for their "subtle undertones of sarcasm" - that's just the tip of the iceberg. AND LOCAL RADIO DEEJAYS ARE NOT EVEN AMUSING. *shudders* Staid cynics and critics love to sanitise.

So.. you see, humour as portrayed by the local media is horrible, a classic tantamount of Singa-zombie-reans. Singa-zombie-reans are brainless and frigid monsters who are driven by the urge to make everyone brainless like them. When you read the tabloids, or listen to the radio especially, you can actually feel your brains being gouged away, but thank goodness I have thousands of episodes of Chappelle and Triumph on my trusty hard disk. WOOT. That's my boomstick against zombies.

I am a talentless nerfherder

2005-10-25T03:48:00.000+08:00

A themed collaboration (Halloween) with Riku

I made an art collaboration with an amazing artist by the name of Riku. He drew the upside-down succubus with flowy tresses that would implode Jennifer Aniston on a good hair day (after all, her hair is boring).

And mine? Is the pathetic one that tries too hard and pales so much in comparison.
No prizes for guessing which one!

And looks like I have proven my personal point right!
I am indeed a talentless nerfherder!

Talent means being able to execute the 0% - 100% rule in the most abso-fucking-lutely ravishing way that pretty models cannot compare to!
>_<

If you clicked those links, ("HOSHIT that is one hell of a beautiful-" *spazzes* *is in fits of seizure*) I'm sure you would be foaming at the mouth by now.

In fact, I am so jealous! Gimme all yer magical art skillz, Riku! >:D
While at the back of my head:
I am sane to cast the limelight on you dude! You deserve it.

Drop-dead-gorgeous art (not mine) is (c) to Riku.

More doodles on neon pink paper

2005-10-23T03:24:00.000+08:00

Before we get to the doodly on neon pink paper....

YAY!

(http://windbell.movies-network.com/?p=17)

Yin Qi has made a rendition of some sketchy linework I did days ago, very purty eh?
She looks so good with those lucious golden locks - all thanks to his discerning play of colours!

And if that seemed vaguely familiar to you...

...*nudges* Mmm, you've some time in your hands to stab? Why don't you colour this on Photoshop/etc for an artistic cause? :3 Bwahaha!

Oh where was I?

Ah, the doodle on the neon pink paper!

Click for bigger version

I doodled Dji's avatar on .

It initially began when I saw her uber cute stylised chibi drawings and I begged to be drawn in that style, so it would only be nice and fair if I drew something in return. :) Thus commences a mini art trade between us! It kinda served as a drawing style experiment for me as well.

FYI: These are our avatars. You must agree that we look awfully cute.

(on the left) Me, and Dji!

Doodle on neon pink paper

2005-10-21T16:10:00.000+08:00

Scanners never do justice to colours.
I had to tweak it alot in Photoshop, and so it ended up losing its original colour integrity. And ended up looking washed. :(

Yep, those are green, androgynous people... One who's rather well-endowed, the other obviously male. And very pretty at that!!! He was inspired by Cillian Murphy and his next role in Breakfast in Pluto.

It's an experimental doodle, just wanted to see what kind of colours look good on what, what style am I able to draw in, etc. It's work in progressive too, so I'll add more stuff as I please.

Not so much of a birthday doodle but...

2005-10-21T00:28:00.000+08:00

Here's to my birthday.

Glorious seventeen ahoy, and yeah, another month of those times.

Must it hurt that much?

If you've Photoshop, feel free to save this crappy lil' doodle to your hard drive and colour her as you please. Nothing solid for now, it's all for the shits and giggles anyway! :)

When you think you're done, post your rendition on your blog and tell me about it!

Farewell Assembly

2005-10-15T01:53:00.000+08:00

On second thoughts - let's just say..

..I will still be posting entries but on occasions/when I feel like writing crap.

Here are some photographical booty from my school's Farewell Assembly.
Farewell Assembly felt like a live blender of ceremonial shit + emotional outbreaks + melodrama(dy)... so I am not going to discuss any further about it.

When all has been blended well, stop machine, serve to guests and POW!

The school became intoxicated of zealous graduands like me as soon as we left the ceremonial grounds that reeked of austerity. Yay we have broken free like escaping chimpanzees in a zoo... about to embrace the wide open arms of emancipation.

It all felt like we have been granted autonomy as to how we want to ~~fuck up our lives for the next two weeks before the O levels~~ govern our lives instead of having the school to incarcerate us with scheduled lessons. Refreshing.

Now, enter... Trigger-happy, digital camera-toting Secondary 4 and 5 students!
Of course, the use of the camera on that day itself is meant for capturing images of one another for old times' sake.
Sounds kinda deadly isn't it? Nobody will be spared, especially the teachers.
We all transform into rabid, bloodlusty papparazzi! We seize favourite/coveted teachers like how aunties would try to duke it out for the best fish in a wet market. We do so in a bid to have them appear in our precious photographs before the opportunity slips away. Like the live and dying fish that has leapt out of an auntie's hand to a pleasantly surprised comrade's.

Yes. It's that brutal a fanfare.

EG (it really happened):

5A students: *chortling* "MR POOOOHHHHH"
*Mr Poh (A Chemistry teacher) arrives, probably embarassed at all the ruckus*
5A: "Yay! Please take pictures with us!!!" *as though on cue, everyone automatically forms a group photo arrangement, reserves a special spot for Mr Poh and begins handing cameras to those helping to take shots of the group*
*A brief moment later..*

4G students: *hollers in a bid to "seize" the coveted Mr Poh for their priceless group shots too* *not willing to be outdone* "MIIISSSSSTTERRR POOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!"

That, is an example of one of the rare occasions teachers become overnight celebrities. Everyone just wants a piece of them, in the romantic name of remembering their teachers by.

Proof that all these happened (including pictures with my friends):

More photos can be found here.

No prizes for guessing who I am.
And yes, I have bad hair. Not afraid to admit it though, I mean, like they say, if you have it, flaunt it.

I shall declare my latest, part-time profession.

2005-10-13T01:11:00.000+08:00

A...

Flamer!

And who might qualify as a "Flamer", by the way?

Someone,
who has the gift to unleash the infernal fury of a flamethrower (FLAME-O-MATIC 3000) towards anyone associated with asswipes. The skill of mastering a humble yet lethal flamethrower can be a hard one to maneouver. It requires an inordinate amount of wit, balls each the size of a Death Star, and skin thick enough to take an inconsolable sissy slap from a potential target of being roasted by the scorching wrath of a FLAME-O-MATIC 3000.

And yes, I'm shameless enough (thus the requirement for balls) to proclaim my latest profession.

Which means, I shall quit/leave blogging from now onwards to devote time to flaming. :) For the good of all mankind I shall serve my benovolent duty as a Flamer onwards!

And I'm seriously leaving this blog.
Unless a certain discourse changes my mind. Who knows? You might be the one.

(Before I go for good, listen up you minions: My birthday's this 18 October. I know you don't care but wait, if you don't care, why did you care not to care? Geez, you might as well wish me Happy Birthday in your most hypocritical fashion. You can do it!!! XD )

Juveniles:

2005-09-28T21:59:00.000+08:00

Who are highly incapable of pitching a proper argument..
...can be only good for

Target/Flaming Practice.

....

....

THAT'S ALL!? HOW GOOD-FOR-NOTHING.
NO BETTER THAN A NEANDERTHAL MAN. WOW.
AT LEAST A NEANDERTHAL MAN CAN CLUB ME WITH A STICK OK!

Argh!

This is so obnoxious.
They must have been the blighted by-products of a rogue genetic experiment gone wrong!

kiowa said...
if he ever gets the mole, he'll call him self DiCkMoLe---the big, fat oily dick with a MOLE!!!

Holy rotting carcass on a kebab stick. What the fuck are you talking about? And what's with the sticky caps? Or are you on crack, kiowa?

WC said...
Okay.. i see clear view.. DICK IS BLIND. He has no taste de... NNNAAAA babe?? must b kidding...

Go chse your hejin or chase ddawnn choose one

HOW OLD ARE YOU? JI SUI LIAO?
Why are you writing these kind of dirt? I thought these words were only supposed to coming out from a ten year old.
Before you come up with the bullshit that you're "10 years old only", I know you're fourteen already.

Fourteen, and you're still writing such primary balderdash. For shame.

WC said...
CAN YOU JUST SAY HOT CHICK OR SOMETHING. becos babe can be a dog,or pig..watched the movie 'babe in the city'? The pig is cute not like her.. she has a mole for god sake

Wah liew, admit it lah, you've moles on your body, right?
If you're afraid to admit it, you are truly balless.

Heh. I just needed to get these off my chest.

Pffft.

I'm not offended; I'm just severly appalled.
To my chagrin, these youngsters... lack the mental capacity of their age.
It is a pity that their brains are collecting cobwebs and dust.

Wait wait wait-
...Why the hell am I empathising with these trival wretches?
After all, why stoop low, when I can walk tall and proud instead?
Humbug.

And by the way, these primeval forms of amusements are becoming a bore to play with. Now the novelty of stubbing them out each time their meager flames ignite has worn off- poof! - not much of a fun can to kick around anymore.

As a matter of fact, I couldn't care less. You're just another pack of belligerent village idiots who don't realise how impotent your 'virulence' is. Bah.

Well. At least we had fun pokin' at these burlesque of primates with our sticks of unequivocal malevolence.

!!!????

2005-09-26T22:16:00.000+08:00

I was page-hopping on Wikipedia as usual (to quench my dose of nugget o' knowledge), and I came upon this:

I thought it was just another ordinary Wikipedia page after click and click.

Then, for some rhyme or reason while I least expected.. my eyes caught ahold something which has tried to hide.

A closer look (if you can't believe your eyes)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bukit_Brown_MRT_Station

This got to be shitting me...

(I'll do the damned memes soon, sid. Grrrrrrr. Memes must roast alive on a stake! Arr!)

You've gotta love them asswipes!

2005-09-21T15:59:00.000+08:00

Asswipes just have to occur.

Everywhere.

Asswipes exist in great prevalence, to my annoyance: be it in the cinema - those noisy, hormonally charged twits trying to get some porking, talk about paying $9 for an "extra" show. An asswipe is also the lousy shirt-sleeve-tickler beside you on the MRT train, or some obnoxious fagshit on your tagboard.

It's like, the Murphy's Law on a piece of toilet paper.
Do you know that in every 10 seconds in the world, somebody is wiping his or her ass with a piece of toilet paper? Yessums, that is a fine example of the "Murphy's law on a piece of toilet paper". Shit happens. So does asswipes!

So if you encounter a local asswipe, kindly decimate his kind. Immediately. Before the asswipe bites you and offer asswipe zombie germs.

(i'm VERY irate over tagboard spammers/flamers at my school's blog. if you're from sid's/anyone-i-defended-on-their-tagboard blog and you are here to challenge me with those sissy fists of yours, take it to the mail, bitch. *fighting stance* but i'd like to also be friends with you and spread cooties to you afterwards. how does making friends sound with me?)

Oh. Asswipes aside, I just did a full-bodied MS Paint sketch of NNA. Yay for MS Paint!

And introducing a new character I designed. Concept by my boyfriend.

I may do a little writeup on them!

For the very, very nosey...

2005-09-13T18:49:00.000+08:00

I've found a backtrack that highlights the (entire?) chronology of events that involved the two bloggers being charged with a sedition act. Enjoy the circus.

http://diodati.omniscientx.com/_wiki/BloggersChargedWithSedition

Heh, I've been suspecting it all along.. Those antagonists must be the ones behind the Phoenyx Chronicles!

Two months ago several members of a particular race/relegion posted bulletins on Friendster over the whole racist furore, along with a link to the offending blog. I'm not surprised at how much they spat fury at the blogger(s), judging how blatantly vituperative the blogger(s)' entry was.

But strangely it was tickling, because it's just written in such a naive fashion. It's like, it didn't occur to the Phoenyx guy that the kind of sarcasm he was intending came across as sordidly declasse to his readers..

As I read the trackback, I thought that.. those guys got themselves stepping out of the frying pan into the fire instead.
Just a bloody letter in the Straits Times, and they're making such a trite hoo-hah over it, not aware that the Murphy's Law could get back at them anytime.

Backtracks are useful. Must learn to make use of these technological advancements.

Uhhh I sound so old and outdated, heh.

Oh puh-lease

2005-09-11T23:10:00.000+08:00

God, it's just only a birthday present!
But on that note..
Self praise is no praise,
but international disgrace!
FYI: In the context of my previous entry, everyone's being praised. Tsk tsk.

But anyhoo, that's alot of mention about me on Sid's blog... Which I think is pretty odd considering how much of a blog underdog I am (because of the incomprehensible crap I churn out by writing alone) - and you all have known that blog underdogs do not, and should not deserve any form of goodwill just by writing about birthday presents and Santa being secretly a homicidal maniac. (Though, Sid, thanks for the plug anyway. XD )

Maybe I should write more about birthday presents and Santa being the one who inspired the latest Filipino maid dismemberment murder. And see what happens. God knows, people will start PayPal-ing me money and sending me gifts!

And speaking of sending me gifts..

Time to go on a narcissist's trip! *discreet cough*

My birthday's this October.
18th October 2005, Tuesday, to be exact. Or accurately, at 1.15am.
Well, I was born at 1.15am! No prizes for guessing why am I a nocturnal.
I opened my right eye first, so my father claimed. (Isn't he trying to do some good to his ego by regurgitating the fact that he witnessed his daughter opening her eyes for the first time? Hmph.)

And, I have a birth mark on my right forearm!

"Moleymoleymoleymoleymoley"
"IT'S NOT A MOLE!"

It looked like someone stuck an inked needle into my flesh, thus leaving a tattoo-like dot. The existence of my birthmark led to both my parents hypothesising how talented their little coochicoos would be with her right hand. Today, I think that is quite a load of bullshit! Because laterally speaking, right hands cannot be talents! If they were, they could draw! Oops. I stalemated myself.

That was.. in 1991? God, am I that chubby!!

I was terribly chubby the day I was born. My mother was grateful that day has come. No not because she has brought her first child into the world, because I had been a physical burden on my mother. Yeah, then why did I mention I was "terribly chubby the day I was born", then!?

Alright. Enough talking about myself, let's talk about something different, maybe about a wishlist. My wishlist, to be exact.

Long before, as juvenile and naive child, I used to make wishlists that seemed ludicrious in the eyes of my parents. Maybe it's just my parents, who do not want to spoil me in the eyes of my brothers, lest incur the resentment of their only sons.

Or it's just my young and wishful thinking.

But then again, I'm still young, and I make wishful thoughts once in a while.
Which are, as follows:

~~Jamiroquai - Dynamite~~
Jamiroquai has been my favourite band of all time since Virtual Insanity.
But recently my guy has bought me this CD when I had least expected it. :0

Benny Benassi - Hypnotica
Blame my guy for introducing the music of Benny Benassi to me.
Benassi's famous for that Satisfaction club hit. The one which goes "Push me, and then just touch me, until I can get my satisfaction." Mm. The single cover looks so damn wrong on a cute level.

iPod Nano
It's small! It's fucking cute.
It's a whopping 400 buckaroos, or more possibly. :(

A canvas (preferably an A3 sized one)
If, by an artistic blessing, I make a pretty artwork out of it, I'll give you the end product of the canvas to you as a thank you gift.
Btw, in an event where somehow people start sending in canvases as gifts.. The rest who don't come first may not get something back, if you know what I mean. I ain't some art machine you know.

A box of acrylics and oils (No Marie's, only Windsor & Newton)
You may as well purchase a canvas along with these as well if you hope to get a free artwork from me. Not that my artwork is something to be wowed at.. Since this will be my first time painting with oil on canvas.

I don't know what else might be on my mind though, but that's all for now!
Just a thought that just crossed my mind, "Hey, if only I could make the list a little longer, aren't I a little greedy bastard..".

Oh and I cut my hair today.

It's shy of 2 inches, so it's considerably short.

Giving birthday gifts because it seems mandatory is the pits.

2005-09-08T16:43:00.000+08:00

Now now, I need to jot down a list of "Those Who Deserve a Birthday Gift From Me Because They Rock". I know there's no sense of confidentiality because here I am, mentioning their names on a public platform.

But I don't care. Because til to this day, my blog has never gotten as much viewers enough to conceive a "Xiaxue sensation" anytime. Yeah, that's self-coined colloquialism for you.

And I don't care because this is my blog and I can cry if I want to. *on cue hums to the tune of "It's My Birthday and I'll Cry If I Want To". *insert subtle hinting to all of you readers *cough*18octoberismybirthday*cough**

Now, children, if you see your name mentioned here, please kindly refrain from audaciously throwing yourself into a frenzied spasm of "OMG I AM GETTING A BIRTHDAY GIFT, LOOKS LIKE I SHOULD MAKE NNA BUY AN IPOD FOR ME THEN HEEHEE!"

No no no! That goes shows how greedy a repulsive little ~~bastard~~ child you are and therefore you are deemed naughty! Because you have been a naughty naughty boy/girl, this Christmas, Santa WILL know, and shan't have your name on his list! Aww!

So ~~shut up~~ hush. Be prudent, young 'un.

In no specific order
Suhana (Susu)
Stace
Jie Jing (JJ)
Dick (Darth Sid)
Nicole (Arlejerlutos)
Myself (NNA, Nna, Annabella, Me Myself and I)

HOWEVER. I shall cut you guys a deal! I will offer you the special privilege of stating to me your wishlist! And you may or may not receive the gift of your dreams! Better than just keeping your traps shut, hey?

But! If you have been vehemently placing dibs on your wishlist and expecting me to die-die purchase them, to the extent of "OMG I AM GETTING A BIRTHDAY GIFT, LOOKS LIKE I SHOULD MAKE NNA BUY AN IPOD FOR ME THEN HEEHEE!", then I am afraid to say that Santa will still stalk you, and knows whether you have been naughty or nice.

And he will brandish a cleaver and before you might be aware of his ninja-like presence, you become steak-flavoured fodder for his carnivorous Rudolph. No wonder his nose is aglow with all that healthy, bloody goodness!

I feel like one of those evil jinns who grant wishes at a price. Who place people's lives at the brunt of my mercy.

So dial 1800-EVIL-JIN now for a free consultation at no extra cost - but will be charged after much subtle conning and debauchery! You know you want to make wishes!

I are back from deaddom/hiatusland!

2005-09-06T00:07:00.000+08:00

As promised a long long long long, and a rather long time ago.

Here's a blog entry by yours truly! Pardon me, I'm no longer used to writing mile-long posts any more - however, for all you know, down the post, I might end up digressing more than you'd expect. Here goes nothing.

Sooooo. I like, sprayed graffiti art on public property! Serious.
Although I admit that vandalising on the grounds of being licensed to do that is no feat to brag about because you can get away with it. Ha. *cough*

Noise Singapore conducted a graffiti spraypaint workshop over the weekend - the subtle, yet acutal purpose of the workshop is that we, the highly inexperienced and n00b participants, were supposed to spraypaint preliminary entries of the graffiti competition on a whitewashed stretch of wall in the Youth Park.

Yeah, that's doing free sai kang for them on an arty/educational level. Don't all organisations like to exploit students (CIP, making us collect donations from rather reluctant people, etc.)!?

But nonetheless I enjoyed it because I gained lots of experience, and giftart from Gerbil and Zero, because they were paid by Noise Singapore to teach us and thus I must make full use of Noise Singapore's money. Oh and we learnt some spraypainting applications and techniques from the pros. T'was fun!

Never did I expect to discover a particular forte in that medium! It's not that impressive at all one abit, but I like it, for tis' my milestone in graffiti art! BTW, My first time from scratch sans reference, ok! AND the wall is taller than me, ok!! *pouts belligerently*

You gotta give a "first-timer" cred for that!

This piece is my brainchild, NNA. Yes, she's named after me, and yes, I'm quite a narcissistic fuck myself!

She appeared on the wall because I was given an opportunity to spray a whitewashed part of the mural, because Channel U supposedly wanted to film a participant in action. So I decided to spray her, after being egged on by Zero to "spray your character there".

Oh and they, Channel U were filming me and the others as well, because they probably had too much time on their hands- I mean, they needed a segment for some variety show. I was one of the three girls being interviewed too, but I guess I didn't pull off a good impression of myself...

..I would have tarnished my school's name! Ahhh!!!
Then my teachers will loathe me, and my principal might talk subtle stink about "this girl who is promoting vandalism/poor public speaking".

*people watching variety show on Channel U*
*watches something on graffiti art in the Youth Park, and a certain girl being interviewed*
*auntie who is watching moans at her most saturated Singaporean flavour* "Aiiiiyoooohh, dat wan is Westwoot izzzzzit? Westwoot stoodents arhd, really deh dunnoh how to speak in chaineese lorh! Alamahhhk, si, they oso dunno how to deh tok pohperlee lor! I wun sent mai leeter boi boi deh air-nee-moh!")

I hope my fears are not confirmed. *prays that only the good parts of my interview will be shown, or better still, I won't appear on Channel U at all*

Soooo,

Presenting - a crappy photomontage of the brand new mural in its fullest glory possible!
Mine's the one on the extreme right (esplanade and red maned girl), before the multicoloured zebra!
And mine's NNA, too.
(WARNING: it's really one hell of a big-assed file. 3mb!)

There ain't any pictures taken on the first day though.
Here's just one (measly i know) picture that was taken on the second day, kinda groupish pic! I'm too lazy to post the others taken on the second day, 'cause the third day ones seem more worth it. ;)

Some guy whose name I had forgotten (if you are reading this, please tell me your name), The Killer Gerbil staring menancingly at the camera and rubbing his snot on Stace's shoulder (I'm just kidding, but just the thought of it... eeewww.), Nina, and the slit-eyed me

Now here are the ones taken on the third day:

Working on adding stuff to the probably bored NNA. NNA might keep herself entertained with a pink Domo-kun which tries to eat her paint brush, some spiffy shadowy effects and a shiny pig balloon.

You... Shall... Not... PASS!

Zero in action

My loot from the event!

Customized can by The Killer Gerbil. Funky eh? It's a desk ornament.

Giftart on the left by Zero. Heh talk about taking a piece of the artist home!

Here's a blog entry by yours truly! Pardon me, I'm no longer used to writing mile-long posts any more - however, for all you know, down the post, I might end up digressing more than you'd expect. Here goes nothing.

Ah.
I just realized in the end: the irony.

Overtures of racism?

2005-08-31T23:08:00.000+08:00

Seanimonics says:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/firewall/38725768/

In an event of a natural disaster, even societal bounds like this cannot be broken.

I've a pair of Seventeen Birthday Bash invites!

2005-08-23T16:05:00.000+08:00

Is anybody above 16? :D I've a friend who's 10 days shy of turning 16 from Sept 2, so she probably can't come to the event. So anybody want to put their dibs on the second ticket, or for that matter, ahem, accompany the probably lonely me on Sept 2?

Or if you wanna bring some friends along, vote for your Miss Seventeen 2005 here. Vote just for the sake of stepping into Zouk if you younglings hadn't, like me! :D Lol.

Is there a need for a cliched title?

2005-08-17T22:40:00.000+08:00

Ah, the sanctimonious bliss of procrastination.

And all that sheer laziness. Mmm...

You know that kind of languid overwhelm, it just seeps in when your body tells you it needs its respite.

And I yes, I have just paid all my dues worth that forty winks', sooo...
I'm back from hiatus/hibernation/whichever. :)

(All because ~~an alarm clock~~ Sid encroached my ~~everlasting~~ ~~eternal~~ utopic slumber, intoxicated with overdoses of... procrastination and laziness. Indeed.)

Alarm clocks are sentient entities. They produce audible sounds to make wake up calls when they know it's necessary. And damn right yes, they do!
Am I not making any sense, no? o_O

Oh and fuck English 'O' Level Oral examinations. Screw it screw it schrewh eet. Yes you could tell I bombed.
Clusterfuckpussycheebyepukimakpundai. Yay! "Vagina" in all four languages!

Thursday, abit of Friday and Saturday.

2005-07-24T21:35:00.000+08:00

I apologise profusely for not being able to at least show up with something new. Or for that matter, post a blog entry since god-knows-when. Well at least this entry has to be something.

Have been rather shagged out from the constant happenings and such these few days, thus my feeble attempts at keeping my laden eyelids open failed miserably (I usually write in my blog at night, before I hit the sack). Especially on Friday, I had stayed up in school til 6pm or so to work on the developmental stage of my art coursework (impending doom 'o' [pun intended] submission arrives on 29th August).

May I declare, that I am too lazy to write anything else more. Maybe a little here and there, because this entry's supposed to contain chronicles of the entry-title-mentioned days.

Meanwhile, let the pictures that I have taken fill the shoes of what could have been lengthy stuff.

Thursday - Racial Harmony Day

Yes. It's me. In my so-called ethnic costume! Am I like, cute or what!?

Girls of 5A - in full force and myriad of colours :3

Presenting, the whole of class 5A. If you noticed, 5A is a "harem" class, because the ratio of girls are to boys is 3:1. Lmfao.

Aw come on, don't be shy, being the thorn amongst the roses isn't that bad after all..

Me in my almost-full glory of my ethnic-looking costume. And pulling off a pseudo-karate thing with a bigassed, cocksure grin across that face.

And yay for a pretty yukata (and an Isabella, too)! Cause, I haven't seen anybody in anything as gloriously outstanding as this outfit.

We be cute. *does the victory sign*

NOT EVEN SPARED FROM THIS ONE.
That's me with glasses on. Am I gorgeous or not? O_o

Phototaking rage + Unadulterated dose of narcissism.

TRIVIA!
Why I truly deserve the highly coveted Double Chin Queen throne:

Because, behold, I have more Chins than Chinatown.
And all my friends don't. Apologies to Germaine and Aishah for making them be part of these ~~horrible~~ lovely photos.

Shameless, aren't we?
And yes, I had intentionally decided to ruin the theme "Sexy Bloggers" (suggested by Joey, on my right) of this shot! Wahahaha!

Friday - Courseworking

Suhana (on the right) and I checking out what seems to be hot (imaginary) men. :9

Saturday evening - Dining with my boyfriend's family at a restaurant at Punggol Park

No pictures of us at the dinner though, because I felt that it would be kind of... rude of me to appear engrossed in taking pictures than wholeheartedly partaking in the meal and whatnot. I know that sounded insincere, but really, it's not what you think, I wanted to watch my manners!

However, after the meal, we all made a beeline for the restrooms. AND THEN I HAD TO TAKE PICTURES! Because.. ahem *clears throat*.

...this joint deserves kudos for this award-winning feature in their toilets:

The message is truly spot-on. Someone who did this should instead quit this F&B line and join the ranks of advertising agencies and whatnot. Look, the message did drive home to the extent of me guffawing so hard at the very first glance (and then posting it on my blog for all to see!).

What In The Name Of The Fuck?

2005-07-20T19:54:00.000+08:00

(Short form for WITNOTF: WTF.)

My previous entry about abortion.. Damn. *reads in disbelief*

I didn't know I wrote something almost as close as a right-winger's insipid recital of catechism and cliches. How could I write something as puerile as this!? It's so wierd! When I reflect upon it, I still don't know how did I wind up writing crap like that.

Maybe I was on a muse's crack last night, or maybe I'm just plain languid, thus not in the proper frame of mind to write stuff that seems legible and OK to me right now.

Wait, maybe NOW I am on crack.
Crack?

AAAAAHHHHH!!! *brain winds into wierd spirally shits and contortions*

*and then, my brain finds itself somewhere..*

...

I see Emo zebra cows (Why are they zebra cows? Because they're black and white, stupid) jumping over the moon in a futile attempt at suicide (And why are they trying to commit suicide? Because they're Emo zebra cows, stupid), and the moon is littered with gingerbread cupcake houses that has shit icings on them... and, look! There's a huge sea giving birth to tsunamis of Golden Tickets to Willa Wonka's Chocolate Factory.

And then, the moon is telling me,
"You're really on crack, bitch.".

"No I'm not"

"SEE? You're talking to me, an imaginary fraction of your fucked up head! Therefore you are still REALLY ON CRACK."

"Whatever. Can I take one of those golden tickets?"
"Please? Puuhh-leasseee"

...

Wait, maybe I WAS on crack. All along.
Crack? Hmmmm..

Kids, crack is very addictive when self-induced with the aid of the imaginary lobe of the brain! It'll make you think you're really on crack or what. Muse crack, poetic crack, conversational crack, art crack, and butt crack.

Here is a fine example of a drawing being induced by art crack:

Drawn about a month ago. Background's still sketchy and all, because I haven't thought of a colour scheme yet.

And, here is a fine example of a butt crack (not mine):

Credit cards and twenty cent coins sold seperately. (for you to either: swipe the card in between or attempt to toss a coin into the crack)

wow I can't believe it, this whole entry has managed to successfully wind off-track and careen into stuff like pretending to hallucinate while on self induced crack. and then this entry becomes dedicated to crack.

And BTW, I'm still for pro-life. It's just that I am rather displeased with my previous blog entry against abortion because my writing sounded pretty crappy, really, it's not doing anything justice at all.

The nuptial meaning a body is supposed to hold

2005-07-19T23:10:00.000+08:00

But now, that nuptial meaning has eroded, been bleached by the media.

Media = avocates that "sex sells" = more people do 'it'

The media portrays anything in relation to sex as glam, a way to achieve a selling and marketing point, marring the tender expression of sex and contorting it into something blase and cheap.

And then when you come to think of it, the beauty of sexual intercourse, and the nuptial meaning of a body no longer exists due to the many elements that attribute to such depreciation.

And the people are led to believe that "it's okay to be fully liberal with anything sexual". And the sanctity of sex doesn't matter any more, because sex has been reduced to a form of deriving pleasure from. Then that's where pornography, swinging, flinging, homosexuality and the such enter.

There's where it leads to various kinds of unsavoury results.
STDs, breakdown of relationships
And last but not the least, one which I despise the most: Abortion

Today, my school held an educational workshop by the Family Life Society. My first impression was, "Ahhh, another generic sex ed lesson". I thought there was never any point or meaning in being part of the lesson.

But the learning points of this lesson were deep and it offered many room for thought and reflection. I can't put this lesson into words, really. There are plenty of things I'd like to prattle about the workshop, since it had struck a certain chord in me.

I know it's rather selfish of me but.. I've to admit that the visual impact of the video on abortion was the one which had driven the message deeper, and not the theoratical issues the instructor was discussing. And yes, tugged were my heartstrings.

So, inspired was I, to write a blog entry based on what I've learnt today.
Well, I am not some Amish conservative I may come across in this entry - I'm just compelled to write about the message that has hit home. Biased writings, I know, 'cause the basis is on the media rather other factors that encompasses the whole issue. I'm either too lazy to discuss further about this, or it's just that I'm at a loss for words..

Dreary shade of Monday stifles a yawn

2005-07-18T22:53:00.000+08:00

Wah!

Excerpt from Daft Punk - Technologic:

"Buy it, use it, break it, fix it,
Trash it, change it, mail - upgrade it,
Charge it, point it, zoom it, press it,
Snap it, work it, quick - erase it,
Write it, cut it, paste it, save it,"

These are the lyrics of Daft Punk's Technologic.
http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Technologic-lyrics-Daft-Punk/49631FC0E19FF7DA48256FC90006411D

Yes, the lyrics are that long. But damn, they're nifty and moreover the beats infectiously funky.

Have I mentioned that my school has declared that this Thursday's Racial Harmony Day, and we are to be dressed in an ethnic costume?

I've decided to bend the rules abit.

Bastardise their definition of "ethnic" and you get this:

(It's just an ass-awful illustration sorry. I'm borrowing the top from a friend soon, and it isn't with me now so I can't take any pictures, yet. Pants mine. ALL MINE LOL. <3)

After so much for the trouble and tire of:-

Trying to fit my pudgy frame into body-hugging kebayas;

Looking like a prude (and unglam, at that) in a baju kurung;

Making a futile attempt to save up for the cheapest ($148!!!) yukata;

Getting lost in Little India/Serangoon in my search for the right sari/punjabi boutique (because, the range of saris/punjabis are so colourful, I will be spoilt for choice and therefore I don't know what to choose from the plethora of colours!)

Hunting for the fashionally defunct cheongsam top (which's market existence have been reduced to the most aunty corners of Singapore and I am ashamed to even step into such enclaves)

I am left with the most convenient, pragmatic and lazy solution - mixing and matching anything that looks ethnic yet you can wear it anywhere anytime in the urban jungle. Such as the above illustration.

Hm. Since my school's "moral and attire police" is being headed by who I endearingly dub the "Highest Inquistor" (tsklauralautsk), she's probably going to prowl around for food (attire miscreants, wtf HELLO it's racial harmony day and we're NOT wearing a uniform, bitch) to play with, I'd better be dressed in something close to ethnic, so I'd probably camoflage into the rape of colours on Thursday. Does the fusion of batik and oriental fit the bill, at least, to you? And look fashionably acceptable too? Tell me what do you think!

Something that crossed my mind during a phase of brainfart this morning while reading a two week old Newsweek copy *yawn*.

Food for thought:

What's the point of "daring to be different",
When everybody else is doing it too?

*is now listening to Rage Against the Machine - Star Wars Imperial March Remix on loop mode*

RAtM is good.
So is Star Wars.

I need to seriously sit down to watch the whole dang 6 episodes!
And do some fanart.
And Harry Potter fanart, come to think of it!

Bloggercon 2005

2005-07-17T18:02:00.000+08:00

Starring (the three of us from Westwood who went)

Joey, and Prada (is a brand, i mean, a person)
and me (the one on the right with a douchebag grin).

Anyway. We three took up the second row, shy of a row closer to the honchos (or blog celebs, for that matter) onstage. The mood wasn't as hyped up as I thought, but kudos to the response bloggers gave to the event - man, you've got to look at what seemed a long queue outside DXO. From afar, it appeared as though it was some kind of clubbing event.

The bloggercon begins!
And that's Mr Miyagi in the second picture. Aha, latecomer eh!

And after being probably hounded by what could be reporters, Kenny Sia makes his appearance to the en masse at long last!
Long live the Highness of Hirsuite!

Looks like the TT Durai fever ain't quelling anytime soon. XD

And, like any other fan would do..
...Take pictures with the celebs of the scene! How celluloid.

Respectively, they're Mr Brown, Kenny Sia, and last but not the least, Xiaxue.

Hoho. Seriously, I couldn't help but being a backboneless sheep for once. Maybe, just like the rest, we all wanted to take pictures with them as a consolation/trophy/certificate of participation at the bloggercon. Ah, superficiality. 'Sides, I'm a fan of these local blog revolutionaries.

TEH SKIRT OF AWESOEMNESS!!1111 BEHOLD.

AMAGAD!!!! SO NICE RIGHT!?11!?? *spazzes* Ahem sorry, I'm far from containing my delerium. That's love at first sight for me. XD

Such wonderful subcultural fusion. I suppose it's of a Bohemian, Gothic-Victorian and Bindi influence. Smexy mix eh?

But! To my horror and dismay...

...the skirt actually cost $219. Ow.
I don't earn peanuts like TT Durai okay?! So you peanut-earning asses can just back off instead of scoffing away with your proboscises (if you're here and reading this). :( *cries*

< shamelesswhine>BUY ME THE SKIRT PLZ I WANNNNNNNT< / shamelesswhine>

Ahhh. The pipe dreams and the desire to be oh-so-noveau-riche of a fashionista wannabe. ;_; Sigh le sigh. So I decided to take pictures of it while trying it on, for old times' sake, when I look back. :( And to recapture the moment I was enraptured by the eclectic resplendence of the Holy Grail of all Skirts.

And maybe one day, many years from now..

In retrospect remind myself of the shopoholic wannabe I was at seventeen.

Was with my

in the evening!
At the place (Coffee Bean) we first went out as friends to doodle. Awwwww.

Doodley time.

Kenn is obviously up to no good, as you can see...
Now bask in the glory of my blubber converging in the area between his pinched fingers. Woohoo.

Y'know, those mirrors along escalators at Wisma Atria?
Was having fun with taking reflective pictures (no, not pictures that are supposed to inspire the insipid), and woo, I like the effect of the lighting from the back. Nifty.

Kenn looks like he is caught off guard by a sudden burst of light in his face. Lmfao.

Doodles, if you were be waiting for those?

Doodled at the bloggercon, was sitting along the bar when doodling this.

Pandat (panda+cat) by me, Nna.

Crudely drawn cutlery, puddle of water (beneath the cat) and plate by Kenn,
as well as the cute little dawg on the right.

Need I mention more about the "EAT WET PUSSY" text?

A pervert goes YASUI~ (AWESOME~) at the very glimpse of a unintentional peek of a panty shot.

And nosebleeds, at that.

Morbinny (the girl) by me,
The god-pissed girl on the left and pervert on the right by Kenn.

If you remembered the previous doodle with Octopussies inside, this one's just a exerpt (and repost), to sorta show you guys that this character is in relation to the Morbinny one (just right above). It has something to do with animals and headgear.

Doodles Numero Duo

2005-07-15T01:52:00.000+08:00

More piping hot and fresh doodles in my favourite sketchbook right up!

In fact, I have decided to be abit more productive
and instead of just snapping a picture of each doodled page,
I had the latest pages scanned instead!

Wow, am I hardworking, or what?

Doodled during Chinese, and Geography class consecutively. Sometimes boredom does get in the way and I might need a dose of doodley. Helps, really.

Seriously, you do not want to know what am I really crawling and squirming my way out from.

It is I, the emo kid who takes pleasure in depicting ironies such as a pretty looking tree which looks like it stepped out of a children's storybook, being lodged in someone's wrist with the means of a trunk that is a penknife.

And this emo kid takes pleasure in showing you all what is chicken flavoured candy floss with legs. And Glowtacles that needs to be plugged in.

Octopussy thingy who's a headhugger as well. It clings on to the crown of my skull and since this Octopussy thing and I have a certain affinity, it can fuse into my hair and thus explains my tendrilly/tentacley hair in real life.

Oh yeah.

This is my art coursework. Crummiest shit ever I know. :(

This is the developmental bit on one of the 7 Deadly Sins, Gluttony. It is based on a classic fairytale. Go figure.

A closer look at the coloured bit. Now that's an extra bit of a hint.

And I took pictures at school today! I lay out the paltry offering of photographicals.

I figured...

2005-07-13T22:41:00.000+08:00

I love my blog so much I decided to return. :)

I made a new one initially, but I guess after awhile absence does make the heart grow fonder.

And now, I return to my humble roots!

Doodles Numero Uno

2005-07-11T15:46:00.000+08:00

So what's inside my little doodlepad here?

It's a shame that it's small and measly, but ain't it cute?

Introducing, not very fantastic drawings, but still...

Sounds familiar, girls?

There was a splendid play of colours in the sky on a sweltering Sunday afternoon at Downtown East. Looks like a rainbowish halo suspended above a dome of puffy clouds.. :o

Belated Birthday Gift

2005-07-07T09:10:00.000+08:00

click for a bigger view, or i'll cry. ;_;

A belated birthday gift illustrated for a friend :)

Took me less than 3 hours to get it all done (including the inking and the rest, such as detailling).

Mr Hamjipeng.

2005-05-25T00:19:00.000+08:00

Say hello to a new addition to the Goh family.

Mr Hamjipeng!

(Hamjipeng = colloquial term for chubbyness, especially adorable in form)

On second thoughts, I thought it would be illogical to name it something that does not bear our family name. Since, I have mentioned that our little hamster here is a new addition to our family.

So, what about naming him Mr Hamjipeng Goh?

I wildly assumed Mr Hamjipeng Goh is male.

---

The Story of Mr Hamjipeng Goh

On the evening of 23 May, Dad drove us back home from the swimming complex in Jurong. We were dropped off at the foot of our block where the main rubbish chute is, and was about to approach the lift lobby when one of my little brothers, who has a knack for finding odds and ends anywhere to everywhere, spotted (and probably heard mirthful squeaks) a little plastic fish tank with a white (dwarf?) hamster scurrying within.

Maybe picking up abandoned animals runs in my family's blood.

When I was four, I picked up a kitten, furtively slipped the scruffy animal into my father's paper bag in a bid to "smuggle" the creature home to care for. Eventually the occasional tremble and rumble of the paper bag alarmed my father and so the kitten was released from its little paper prison alas, and released from what could be a potentially overzealous animal lover's bondage.

Anyway.

Then, we the family (except for mom) were overwhelmed by sympathy (so was my dad, he disliked animals, though). Overwhelmed by the mere sight of a small and irresistably lovable animal, we decided to bring it home!

Gave the dirty ol' plastic fish tank and hamster a wash, lined the fish tank with newspaper base and shreds to serve as a bedding. Fed the scrawny (yet not so hungry) munchkin bread and some water through a straw (my mother refused to let us swing by the nearest pet shop to purchase a proper hamster water bottle - man, she is so bent on getting rid of Mr Hamjipeng Goh).

Though I must add Mr Hamjipeng Goh is rather agressive and bites almost every now and then. Ridiculous as it may sound, but differnt hamsters bear different personalities and attitudes.

Here it is rolling up in a furry little ball of.. fur.

---

Currently, Mr Hamjipeng Goh is sleeping blissfully in the warm yet cheapish confines of shredded newspapers.

I am not entertained

2005-05-16T23:21:00.000+08:00

That was before the straw that broke the camel's back.

Note: Neither of the people who tagged are me.

Thanks for ~~dedicating~~ wasting away a portion of your life into putting up an excellent performance on my tagboard for everybody to show how much you really needed a life, you attention deprived impostor. Oh before I forget, thanks for paying so much love and deciation to my rather eerie and isolated blog.

More realismish art!

2005-04-20T18:21:00.000+08:00

Another realismism art!

Not completed though, it's a WIP. Which stands for Work In Progress. Might get my butt working on it, heh.

Duration: 5 hours
Mediums: Painter 9 and Photoshop 7
Reference used: None, except for peeks at my face to check on the anatomical structure of the face.

I is have an obsession over elegant gothic lolita-esque ringlets and dim looking eyes.

Feel free to comment. Tell me whaddya think.

Anyway.

I'm back! After a month or so long hiatus from blogging. Don't pay any mind to my procrastinative self. ^_^;

Might try to get back on track, and blog like I used to do so.

And make a big big list of vocabulary I picked up from Newsweek, paperback novels, people's blogs (Daryl's blog is worth the read. For my own gain in English. *chuckle* Yeah, I'm narrow like that.). Must. ~~Own. The. English. Professionals.~~ Improve. Dying. Standard. Of. English. I'm radical. Like that.

Oh dear me,

I have forsaken my mother tongue all this while, since 1988! There goes my $30 exam fee for my O level mother tongue papers. Maybe I should switch my focus to Chinese for the time being... Hopefully the assrapish-with-a-rusty-nail ordeal will be over and done with.

A scarlet recondite

2005-03-01T21:45:00.000+08:00

Her name is Mthrequa. She looks like Little Red Riding Hood in this one eh? XD

I haven't thought of a basic profile and brief summary of her though, unfortunately. She might be one of my roleplay characters, or maybe play a part in some random storyline thing.

Duration: 5 hours
Medium: Photoshop 7 (including the sketch)

Steals of the day.

2005-02-26T22:46:00.000+08:00

Not literally, for goodness's sake.

Ice Lemon Tee was having this stock taking sale. Everything in the shop was going for 10 bucks each! Man, being the bargain hunter I am I can't miss out on this one. Because I had a shopping budget, you sneering rich brats (if you're one, that is!)

They feel like little cushions under my feet. :3

The back and the front of this funkay looking shirt.

Random pink baby tee.

Old school looking baby tee. Medigs. <3

Last but not the least, my favourite steal of them all, this bag!

And then other stuff that I bought from SaSa and OP respectively.

Miracle cream for those drearily panda-like eyes.

My ass. I mean, the OP print which says "Pacific" across the butt of my pink boardriding berms.

Now presenting, my next hunting grounds! (if I can afford it one day):-

MNG (medigs those MNG tees and racerbacks!)

Roxy (gotta have them boardshorts and bags)

Zara (contemporary and casual combined)

Someplace cheap and eclectic like Kreta Ayer (read the March issue of Female, there's an article that proves they've got trendy and eclectic range of stuffits there!).

Tinkerbell

2005-02-24T17:27:00.000+08:00

That's the password of Paris Hilton's SideKick account. I can't believe that she could be as dumb as using "Tinkerbell" for a password! On second thoughts, she isn't that bright one a bit anyway.

Now I can't help chortling in admiration and awe at all her glorious stupidity. Ow my tummy hurts from laughing too hard ow ha ha.

The tabloid hogger, publicity stuntwoman, and attention whore strikes back! With not another sex tape though.

It's Paris Hilton! And she had her SideKick account hacked! pwned. That means, 500 contacts including celebrities' numbers, the likes of Christina Aguilera, Lindsay Lohan, Eminem, Fred Durst, are all exposed for the world to see! Oh noes! And her camphone pictures too - the good, the bad, the scandalous. Go check out the lesbian one with "Egplant Dike Ass".

Believe it or not. All over the internet the goss has been spreading like freakshow fungi. Therefore you should, and have to stop gawking in disbelief. Now.

In case you're not interested in Paris Hilton, or celeb gossip, come get your piping hot Star Wars III SPOILERS, you nerds. *gets rotten green eggs and tomatoes pelted at by SW fans* They're just spoilers dammit, or is it the way I address the en masse as "nerds"?

...the more I catch up with the dirt on Paris, the more her influence rubs off on me.

Now I'm tempted to call myself Tinkerbella insted of Annabella. Oh goodness.

So much we got to say, but so little time

2005-02-23T22:44:00.000+08:00

So much we got to say, but so little time
And if tonight ain't long enough, don't leave love behind
Baby take my hand I'll show you why

Sounds familiar? It's the song I'm being plugged in to. Go figure.

Your Brain is 60.00% Female, 40.00% Male

Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female

You are both sensitive and savvy

Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed

But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve

What Gender Is Your Brain?

That explains why I feel comfortable making friends with guys. o_O

Your Seduction Style: Siren / Rake

You possess an unbridled sensuality that appeals to many.
The minute you meet anyone, you can make the crave you almost immediately.
You give others the chance to lose control with you... spiraling into carnal bliss.
A dangerous lover, you both fascinate and scare those you attract.

What Is Your Seduction Style?

I sound like a damn nympho!

You Are the Very Gay Winnie the Pooh!

Come on, he doesn't wear pants!
And he's a little too obsessed with Christopher Robin

What Gay Childhood Icon Are You?

I run around home without my shorts on and a big shirt! Look at what Singapore is going through, bushfires and all, so it ain't worth wearing on extra thus getting yourself sauna-ed by the heatwave.

You Are A Romantic Realist

You are more romantic than 30% of the population.

You tend to be grounded when it comes to romance.
Sure, you can fall hard... but only for someone you've gotten to know.
And once you're in love, you can be a total romantic goofball...
But you'd never admit it to your friends!

Are You Romantic or Realistic?

Pretty true I'd say. I don't believe in ritualistic short-lived shits in romance, though, sometimes it just gets to me and I go weak in the knees. XD I'm still a girl anyway.

Your Passion is Purple

Sophisticated and classy, you're a bit picky about sex.
You're more likely to be turned on by a fancy hotel room than a dirty flick.
Sex is fine enough, as long as it doesn't mess up your hair.
For you, sex is more about power and favors than actually pleasure.

What Color Is Your Passion?

I pimp it like purple man. ^_^

Week long hiatus

2005-02-20T01:12:00.000+08:00

Rejoice for tons of photologging madness!

And more long-assed blog entry madness! Yay! *resounding groan from readers*

After all the Lunar New Year madness I bring you pictures! From what I took during my visits to relatives/ang pow robbing session. Not plenty of pictures but at least I have pictures eh?

GIMME MY PRECIOUS NOW

Reminds me so much of Ms Kok. *tears of nostalgia*

No pictures please!

I SAID NO PICTURES PLEASE!!!

I have the audacity of a bold bank robber to point a gun at a camera right in front of my relatives!

My cousin is so chio, ne? ^_^ I can see her appearing on glossy covers, the likes of Singapore Seveteen, 10 years to come.

Anna jie jie makes a failed attempt at acting chio.

Damn horridly grotesque, I know.

Extreme Photoshopping. Before picture is above the after picture. Yay. Didn't do anything to the boobs though! But still please pretty please pardon me for my poseurness.

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I have even more pictures!

Scroll down abit more. Read what has been written, so you know why I have posted more pictures! ^_^

Yesterday I hung out with MeW as usual. Since 19th Feburary is the day that most educational institutions' open house events end, we decided to go catch the SIA-La Salle (C) Day open house.

We took the shuttle bus from City Hall. At first, I was thinking, The campus must and has got to be somewhere really near City Hall anyway!.

As soon as we embarked on the journey to the SIA-La Salle campus, I just realized how far flung the campus could be as the bus deviated further and further away from the main urban cityscape. The campus was actually sandwiched between Kallang and the city. o__O And further sandwiched within some private housing estate.

I love the campus so much, has this local old world school charm to it (since the campus is held in the compound of a previous school I suppose), and yet it's so huge. It has such a mellow aura.

Anyway I digress. We didn't go on the guided tours, so we weren't able to check out most of the exhibits or faculties of the compound, although we could simply explore on our own instead. Well, at least we popped by their gallery, based on the theme of juxtaposition.

Mainly the exhibits in the gallery were pretty abstract, and I liked the one where visitors can draw something on a sticky pad and stick a sheet on a cutout of a person.

I made two. Risque! Didn't take any pictures of them, but anyway I drew these then stuck them on that cutout of a person:

FOR HIRE
Dial
1800-ENSLAVE
For your sick fantasies and needs!

And a big big heart, that I stuck on the crotch region of the cutout! Omfg.

We left the gallery and explored deeper into the campus, and ah, what have we got here, artsy hands on activities!

Then, as if without warning the artistically inclined beast in me ripped apart all restraint, and as if I couldn't help it and my right hand felt the itch, the undeniable urge to express myself through the means of art.

So there was woodcut print, ceramics and pottery, and mask painting there.

I decided to do mask painting, since I felt aesthetically inclined today.

Was given a Chinese wayang opera mask to paint on. Since it's so wayang I decided to stick to that particular style yet fuse a myriad of elements and cultures into it. Korean + Japanese + Goth + Masquerade + Wayang = My mask.

The design I painted is assymmetrical as compared to generic wayang opera masks. :) Completed it in about an hour or so I suppose. Poor MeW, I made him wait for me! He should have joined in and painted a mask too. An Evanescenceish one probably. XD

After completing my mask we left the open house because it was already closed by then and then headed for Orchard, ate at Yoshinoya Cathay Cineleisure, intent on watching the Chingay Parade and maybe shopping for abit at the Heeren.

MeW bought two albums: Green Day - American Idiot, and Steve Vai - The Ultimate Anthology from HMV.

I bought at $8.50 a pair of baby blue skull and bones earrings, from Cactus and Pine, and it was the last pair!

I could buy chandelier earrings anywhere but not this one. So desperate was I that I had to borrow 4 bucks from MeW to save my precious from being bought by someone else. Yeah, I was so broke! XD *makes mental note to return 4 bucks*

Punk-esque snarl!

Okay and then came 7pm. We left Heeren quickly and made our way to the sidewalk where people were plying against the barricades, waiting for "Asia's Grandest Street and Floats Parade" to begin and watching the pre-parade. Heh it was no mean feat, standing and watching the parade for almost 3 hours straight! Not a toilet break even. Bwahahaha. And finally we took some pictures of the parade!

Rooooaaaarrrr

That was one huge-assed flag! D:

The pink light looks like a neon ball of fire XD

The dragon making its decent

We were lining along this row. Packed eh.

And another testimony of how damn packed Orchard was.

This was the only float I found unique and cute as compared to the cliched rest.

Showing off my pearly whites

While watching I was kind of busy trying to seize souvenirs given out by the performers when they came up towards the spectators behind the barricades. I got a cute Bintan Resorts Sirih leaf shaped fan! ^^ Missed the Japanese one though. T_T

The back of the fan

By 10 when the parade past Heeren has ended, the road opened for walking access and everybody was like streaming into the road, converging towards the main after-parade party area.

Everybody was like dancing and frolicking like never before on the road, including a couple linking arms and hopping by like happy rabbits in mating season, since jaywalking amok around on the most famous road in Singapore without the risk of being run down by vehicles happens only once in a blue moon.

The pink shirted volunteers partying their butts off - forming a human chain and dancing away, singing along to the music being played. And there was one who was breakdancing for all to see. XD

The hustle and bustle. Too bad this shot didn't capture the atmosphere. Should have taken the one where people were waving their arms in the air and hopping madly!

People streaming into the road.

MeW

Look ma, I am standing in the middle of confetti-strewn Orchard Road brazen like the rest in the background!

Me again!

The after-parade party area was kind of jam packed, though a little sparse though. Maybe the music wasn't dancey enough. Or maybe still, most Singaporeans are still shy of letting their hair down.

Took the train home and reached at close to 12. Thank goodness the folks didn't bitch at me or what. XD

Workout at the gym + A nice steam bath

2005-02-08T23:00:00.000+08:00

Apparently my mom has a pass (which is expiring today) to Phillip Wain, a wellness and beauty centre.

So, when as soon as I have hit home after a half day at school, my mom wasted no time in asking me along! Whee! We have finally mother and daugther time. X3

The pass to Phillip Wain entitles us to free access to the gym, sauna, steam bath and the available aerobic classes. No facials, slimming treatments, or any other exclusive services - unless mom wouldn't hesitate to fork extra out for those, which I think are unnecessary... Because we are in-and-out Singaporeans. Ehehehe. :x

The whole Phillip Wain setting was so... Chic and professional. I mean, it was otherwise of the first impression I had of a gym+sauna. The restrooms in one word: wow. The complete interior of it is classy, sanitized yet stylish and clean. The shower cubicles there has shed the initial image of a dank, dark and claustrophobic quarter. Shower cubicles with their spiffy frosted glass doors, excellent lighting and zen-like interiors. Awesome. The locker room has such a posh ambience! It has changing cubicles, and hotel-esque dressing tables. I wish I had pictures to show and tell, since they do a better job at telling the story. XD

Gymwork was awesome! Actually, I have never fully utilised gym facilities before, so it was fun trying out the different kinds of equipment and working my lard ass off meantime.

Log of workout:-

40 storeys' worth of stair climbing exercises on the step machine

20 mins of threadmilling, at the speed rating (manually controlled) from 4 then to 9.8.

20-30+ chinups on the weight-supported chinup machine (80kg [or 80lbs?]! The heavier the weight support, the more effortless it is to work it. I'm a cheater x_x though I noticed my arm muscles building up!).

15 minutes on the inclined slope-climbing machine

15 minutes on the cycling machine

30-40+ of leg lifts at two gym paraphelenia
(One which trains certain muscles in your thighs by lifting up weights that are rested upon the lower shin of your legs. The other which looks like an armchair with no seat, so you're supposed to support yourself with both your arms and back and remain suspended while you lift your legs up and down)

20 pulled weight lifts (40lbs/20kg)

Calories burnt: I can't recall, but about 50? ^_^;

After all the slog, blood and sweat, mom and i decided to hit the steam bath room. When mom opened the door to the room, dense wisps of steam escaped - reminds me alot of the freezer compartment of the refrigerator. After we entered it was so wierd, warm and densely populated with steam inside. No wonder the other women inside were actually nekkid! O_O I'm sure those people inside had their towels on the seat and NOT around their bodies. :x Steam = helpful source of cencorship when you need it. Both of us weren't too confident to be stark nude as well so we remained in our towels the whole while. >.>

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*is so happy that plenty of happy moments and stuff has happened to her today*

Today our school operated for half of the day, so after the celebratory performances (YAY FOR 5B+A's PERFORMANCE~ WE CLINCHED TOP.), I get to see my friends from last year's secondary four express batch, because they were gathering together back in Westwood. The feeling and emotion deep within is inwardly overwhelming. I just felt only glad and elated just to be able to be in their presence, maybe it's because I have not been able to remain in constant touch with them for about two months or so. Ah how time flies.

Oh and today Joel and I took a cab back home because neither of us couldn't bear the blistering heatwave of a 12 noon Singapore. :D While we were waiting for a cab, we were watching fishes making underwater-to-surface somersaults in a monsoon drain! I bet there must some underwater sheezy down in da ghetto of the west side yo. Errr I mean, I noticed that the fishes were actually black. In color. *gets hit for subtle racial slur* ^^ Even watching fishes and taking a cab with a friend brings joy to my life. XD

And lastly, the one I have been jabbering about in this entry - Gymwork at Phillip Wain. It was pretty unexpected treatment of luxury, that I feel like a pampered dog today. XD

Working on so so so many things

2005-02-07T19:28:00.000+08:00

@_@

Currently multitasking on the following stuff:-

Making a vector for a friend,

Webdesign commission (Which somehow, I have a tendency to procrastinate over often. I'm very sorry, lou. u__u)

'O' Level Art Coursework (I loathe working on groundwork like research! *fume and sulks* I can't wait to work on the fun parts like designing the characters and their costumes!).

If you're wondering what will I doing for my 'O' Levels' art coursework, I will be working on an illustration/fashion design project based on massively multiplayer online role playing games (MMORPG) character design, on the theme of flowers.

I want to do something that allows me to play with fashion eras and culture a great deal.
And I desire to work on a subject matter that allows me to create something from scratch, completely crafted out of my imagination. With the aid of research, of course.

And why, a theme based on flowers?
Flowers are elements that prevalent in society and are often used to symbolise or represent a country with their historical background and origins. In this case, I am using flowers to represent races/tribes(that are typical in every MMORPG). Each 'race/tribe' is being symbolised with a flower, has their special characteristics, specialties, roles, design elements of their costumes(in relation to real-world backgrounds of the flower being used to represent them), etc. within their realm.

So, heck, I'll be so working on that theme (and being determined not to change it to something else.. again.).

In fact, I am too ashamed to display anything on this entry for now. Lest the webdesign commission, and the vector. I'm feeling lowly, running dry on inspiration. Somebody lubricate me (that sounds wrong)!

Vain ol' Narcissistic Me

2005-02-03T19:37:00.000+08:00

More.

I have discovered the beauty of photography and color calibration in Photoshop.

Literally.

It's bizzare that someone who was never within the threshold of attractive would appear remarkably poseurish gorgeous through the lens of the camera. Done with the aid of (random) angles, lighting and finally some photoshop color calibration (no airbrushing were done on any of these). And armed with only an almost defunct 2 megapixel Cybershot, zit-ridden face and alot experience from my narcissistic hobby - self portrait photo taking.

Okay. Enough with the self-praise. I have got to admit those pictures are remotely gorgeous, lest marketable.

In that case...

...would you like to find out how in actual fact, fugly I look?

That wasn't photoshopped, by the way. Honest.
In fact, I have worse pictures, but I shan't put my readers at mercy by displaying it like a prized trophy. X3

Annnyway. Feel free to comment caustic and ahem, complimentary remarks, such as:

"dun act chio and cute larzx!! u were got chio.. act chio buay chio"

"You are a titillating, fucked up shit-o-abomination who truly deserves to be wiped off the face of the earth like dirt on a window pane. Die. *stabs face*"

"Ugh. You make me regurgitate my hair ball. Out."

"NOOOOESS!!!1 MY EYES ARE SCARRED FOR LIFE!!"

"You make me feel like a lower caste now. :( Boo hoo."

"FOMGBBQ!1~!! You be teh s3x0rr5 d00d"

"Plz have my babies~ ^_^"

Life as usual

2005-02-02T19:49:00.000+08:00

For the past 4 years in my secondary school life.

It is as though I am literally living within a monotonous locus of education, every aspect of my life has and must revolve the field of academics (Credit goes to my parents, they have rendered me unable to hang out every weekend with friends to untangle those frayed nerves. No they didn't chop my limbs off or something).
A little hamster wheel built by the government. We seem to be subjected to societal mores that keeps our limbs in motion, never to stop, or quit for that matter. Just so that we do not slide into the poverty cycle (and to keep our nation from sinking into its prevalent impending doom).

Pitieously dull as it sounds. However, embarking on the education odyessy is not as bad as I thought. Change will occur and time travels second by second into the recesses of the past. In retrospect, I marvel at how much and how fast things have changed in a blink of an eye, such as the annual transition to another level in secondary school life. Secondary one is so yesterday, like fresh footprints on an everlastingly wet cement on a sidewalk, yet 2001 in fact, is pretty vintage itself.

I have been digressing alot. Must be the sure sign of aging quickly. You know, ah mahs like to banter and digress alot. Except that I banter useless, completely off-tangent matters. Like this one now.
I am something Singapore has to worry about - I will sooner or later be part of the rapid aging population. ^_^

In fact, I don't even know what am I supposed to be blogging about, thus the paltry serving of words today. And the sudden drunken stupor-esque digression of nostalgia, and such.

Maaaaybeee,
I was too bored to type something about my day today, or my day was too boring to be worth spending punches on the keyboard about it. What irony.

Lalala.

Pre art coursework sketches

2005-01-31T21:12:00.000+08:00

More eye candy for you visually starved people.

Anyway, it's some preliminary sketches that I doodled today for my O level art coursework. I will be doing fashion design-related MMORPG characters. But for now, I have to really sit down and come up with a certain theme that this has to revolve around.

Random shit I came up with O_o.

I kinda like this alot, but after awhile I have grown to absolutely abhor the horrid anatomical proportions.

I have been pretty lazy lately to punch out a proper entry. I shall be lazy once again and not type a decent entry here then. :)

But! Anyway, to encourage poor, unloved me to post read-worthy stuff - por favor, comment on my entries, please?? ^_^

Oiling those aesthetic gears

2005-01-30T23:20:00.000+08:00

I was bored and decided to see whether my hand at CGing is still present.

Apparently, so far, so damn good. No botches, no I-forgot-how-to-use-this. Perfect. X3

I'm immensely proud of this one. I have been trying to achieve the painterly cel style of most shoujo art of today, and I'm pretty satisfied with the way this one has turned out. +1 self-achievement.

This is Veradis, the half Drow, the result of randomness with pencil and paper.
Was playing around with lighting, shadows and form. Though, I hate the lackluster bits like the lips, and horrid anatomical proportions. >.<

Pointless, I know

2005-01-28T23:30:00.000+08:00

Not really in a mood to write for now. Maybe when the flair for writing has returned from its nice walk in a park, I'll post something.

Anyway for the moment, occupy yourself with something I've made. Pretty interesting, yet pointless.

Go take my quiz on QuizYourFriends.com. I'd like to see who is able to score full marks for this one. ;)

Artwank

2005-01-27T22:15:00.000+08:00

Doodling when a current of inspiration jolts through your body like throes of an orgasm is the most wonderful thing ever. You reach the very summit of it all, then sink in satisfaction, sinfully relishing the resulting pleasure.

That (and the title of this entry) sounded obscene I know.

Doodlings ahead, including some art jamming with Yan Beng, a fellow artist. My first art jam, and proud of it.

(note that i am in no way related to Yan Beng as his girlfriend. you gossipy bitches.)

"But... I didn't mean to kill her."

The rooster on the right is Yan Beng's and the left is mine.
I don't have a cock though.

Developmental work stages (the bottom two by me) of Yan Beng's clock bunny thing. Reminds me of Alice in the Wonderland.
Swearing lion by Yan Beng too.

Dragon claw by me, the figure with the number 13 on the shirt and its face on a sheet of paper by Yan Beng.

Random mishmash of various ancient cultures of the world. Egyptian+Chinese+Japanese+Greek esque.

Random scribbling of a face. Semi realism.

I like this one the most. Style inspired and based upon the style of Kyla Sturgeon.

Not my generic style though, kinda surprised by the way it turned out, especially those eyes. Moe shoujo style.

More random scribblings. Scrbbshcrrb srrccbbh *sounds of graphite against wood pulp*

Feel free to comment. :p

I deserve to be awarded the Miss Can't Be Bothered Sometimes title.

2005-01-23T23:50:00.000+08:00

As you all can see I haven't been blogging as usual and as frequent as I did two months ago, year 2004. And all the more that this is FINALLY the first entry of my blog of the year 2005. Sensible people would have posted their first entries of the year 2005 on the last second of 2004.

So who's to blame anyway? For this unforgivable crime of not keeping my blog updated?

The blame partly goes to a matter named time, which has been doing a rather good job of flying out of my grasp and right into the oblivion of the past.

And I can't forget poor time management. If I haven't been such a wastrel at the expense of time, I would have churned up as much as 1238127476712 zillion blog entries by now.

How contradictory. Time shouldn't have been to blame if time management was too. I digress. XD

And well, I must and got be to blame too. Sixteen years ago when I was formed within my mother's womb, my foetal form quite unfortunately adopted the lazy ass trait from my parents' gene pool. Maybe I do have an internal locus of control? - I guess that was also adopted from their gene pool too. Boo hoo hoo.

Speaking of lazyness the progress of the commission has slumped to a painful crawl. :( My that is very unprofessional of me, I better get back up on my feet and be on my toes quick and put the clutter of a project back in place soon.

I'm back!

2004-12-10T03:12:00.000+08:00

For a little while only. :)

Pardon my ignorance for the past few weeks, lethargy has gotten to me and festered away like leperosy in its final stages - Ah, you know what kids, I'm tempted to check in at rotten.com and then sift through visuals and find the one that best describes the state of lethargy I am in, and post it here.

How delightful and thoughful of me to offer you readers a visual aid! But on second thoughts, no. Instead, I shall simply let lethargy ravage on. Bwahaha.

Anyway, I'm off! For three days on Camp Laguna, Sentosa. Gonna be in the BB and GB combined camp thing. And I just realized how splendid the timing was! My period will be on throughout the fucking camp. That's the third time this year that camps and chalet events have to clash with mother nature's timing. Sweet. :/

Oekaki!

2004-11-26T23:56:00.000+08:00

Made an attempt at another style. At Kero Kero's.

It has been a reeeeaalyy long time since I touched PaintBBS. Took a siesta out of..

Working on the commission by Lou (sorry for the lag!)

Coming up with a coloured design for a GB 9th banner

And an official GB 9th shirt for the following year

Aaaaaah. And yes you must be thinking and casting the same, good old incredulous expression my teachers or parents bear whenever this occurs, "Oh boy, Annabella, you have the cheek to EVEN take a siesta eh?" Well, it's not as though I love being subjected to the monotony of assignments or work. Yeah, I'm cynical like that, I don't seem to find anything colourful about work at all unless.. in a spur of a moment I have some kind of motivation or spark. Heh.

Yay, I have referred 3 people to dA so far! I'm proud of myself, and that's the reward I gain from that. <3 I'm smug like that.

Another photolog entry brought to you by

2004-11-25T19:50:00.000+08:00

Yours truly. :3

We mindlessly window shopped for abit in Wisma and passed a henna stall by the sidewalk before we stopped over at Orchard Cineleisure. Mel has kindly treated me to a movie (A Shark's Tale) thus I am a shameless leech. I'm ebil like that. Muahaha.

What a cute The Incredibles movie drink tumbler eh? Though we didn't watch The Incredibles, the movie was selling fast like hotcakes by the time we arrived! D: We would probably get the front row seats - the worst seats in the house - even if we picked an available time, in addition, it would have been really late by then.

After A Shark's Tale is over, the night was still young so we decided to kill some time and bores by hitting Grafitti Cafe in the Heeren. We be arty farties.

BASK IN MY OMG NICE ART GLORY. Oh shut up Annabella. ^_^

It's Melissa and me respectively! :) I like the colours but not the shading.

Mediums: Pencils, Copic Markers (for the second sheet of layout pad).
Duration: 45 mins

I know it's nitpick and critic bait - Full of shoddy mistakes that thus renders this piece in Grafitti Cafe torn-down-worthy. Hm, come to think of it, there's this rather lovely Naruto fanart which has been defiled. Sort of, someone took the taped region of it and the piece nearly fell off, almost had itself torn off. Next to it was some cliche gibberish of horribly drawn text and font, so I decided to do some justice by pasting over the fugly gibberish as well in the process, share the taped region of my piece with the Naruto fanart. Because it's worthy of my precious tape. I proud to be such an elitist. :) There were like, motherloads of utter crap plastered all over the cafe. Stuff full of pointless text and font. They're only worthy as paper curtains for the feng shui murdering window. Actually on second thoughts, no. End of random digression.

Mel didn't paste her artwork there though, if she did, I woulda made the suggestion of smiting pointless wordy gibberish as well, just like I did. Ha.

It was time to go. Getting real late, my parents are bitchy about curfews. Oh well, at least I still can come back and haunt the place with more of my doodlings.

Now I shall bring you the visual whammy. All in chronological order, beginning from where we were about to leave The Heeren for home. We've seriously so much time on our hands..

Double the odour. :x

Futile attempt to act cute
but we are cute anyway. MUAHAHAHAH. *cough*

BANG D: Hungry looking beast dies! Boo hoo. T_T

Me likes the angels.

The road markings made it all look so gooood. :)

I absolutely adore this shot. It shall be part of my next layout! :D

The upper region of the lovely christmas tree we saw along Paragon. Was impossible to get the whole thing within the shot. Aww, why do they have to deviate from the classic position of the tree this year?

Here goes more camwhoring! :3

This is what I call a red light district.. :X Kidding, those are lights along Lucky Plaza.

CK Tangs, famed for their tasteful and chic yearly Christmas decorations.

The lovely glitter and shower of lights and glitz. Yep, it's no doubt CK Tangs.

Everyone has been trying to steal the decorative crystal baubles hanging overhead! XD

Time to go home kiddies! Awww. :'[

Kitschy arty lions along Orchard, what's next?

ATTENTION. To fellow arty farties. Like me.

...Is anyone up to doing a traditional media collaboration with me at the Grafitti Cafe? I'm looking forward to anyone interested. I'm bored. I'm not challenging anyone's skill or competency, so you don't have to worry about being de-egofied.

No, I'm not a mean asshole like how I project myself here. I do that to boost my measly ego. :)

No, I'm not a 45 y/o pedophile disguised as a innocently cute 16 y/o. Though my neck fats makes me look forty five than sixteen.

No, I'm not a friggin' nymphomaniac looking for guys to hook up with. I'd rather have sex with myself. :) STD free. I DO WASH MY HANDS, capeesh?

No, I'm not a lesbian/bisexual/transsexual/hermaphrodite. In case you are a bigot.

Interested, don't hesitate to drop me a mail at voodoocharm@gmail.com. Please don't sign me up for pr0n mail. If you hate and smite me so badly, I suggest setting up an Anti Annabella organisation. I'd like to get to know you better. Cliched I know.

A photolog entry! Alas!

2004-11-24T10:22:00.000+08:00

w00t! I'm proud of myself that I've finally made an effort to take pictures for a photolog entry! Officially!

Anyway, today's photolog entry consists of yesterday's pictures I took at the Casshern Manga Art Competition, Aspire to Create! which is held at Chinese High. Quite unfortunately I must mention, I did not take pictures during the 60 minutes we were given to draw a Casshern character out of the six in manga style, neither did I take a picture of my completed piece. Anyway, I drew Sagray, the cool-assed-looking antagonist. I dig her red hair with black streaks = yummy.

If you wondered I had won anything, I didn't. Neither a consolation prize since there wasn't even a consolation prize in the first place. XD There was this 13 year old competitor from Cresent Girls' who clinched, guess what, the first prize. OMGWTFF. Child prodigies make me twitch. Oh well, age is not a matter when it comes to talent, I digress. The top 3 winners' artworks weren't displayed so I haven't seen them for myself.

1/ The overhead banner in the foyer(?)

2\ The movie premiere tix which looks like a flyer.

3/ The 6 photos of the characters along with a coloured reference at each corner.

1/ Somewhere in the foyer (?) are art displays (not part of the manga art competition) made by the Chinese High students. Note the display structure thingy here isn't slanted nor about to tip to one side, I took that from an angle.

2\ I forgot what was this titled though, but it's about growing up.

3/An Ode to the Circle

4\ Reflections

5/ The Elemental Warriors

6\ Uhhh I forgot what's the title of this piece. ^^;

1/ Everyone's been wating for the bigwigs to arrive after the 60 minutes of gruelling illustration...

2\ and waiting... more dilly dally.

3/ ...and waiting...

4\ ...and oh here they come!

5/ Thus the commencement what everyone has been waiting for - buffet dinner. :9

6\ The Great Singapore ~~Sale~~ Makan.

7/ The higher echelon we're not supposed to trespass. >_<

8\ Free violin performance by the violin ensemble. XD

1/ The auditorium where the movie screening takes place.

2\ The audience and some guy's ass.

Oh, and if you movie buffs are eager to know what is Casshern all about since I was at the movie premiere along with 150+ people, and that Casshern wasn't widely promoted nor advertised, you may want to read the movie synopsises of Casshern here (http://www.themoviebox.net/movies/2004/0-9ABC/Casshern/main-page.html). I highly recommend reading the synopsises first before watching the movie, you may not be able to go with the flow of it if you're clueless. Though, Casshern is sure worth your $8.50 and $5+ of popcorn and drink if you're for the CGI and visual treats. Casshern in a few words: The Matrix + anime influence + insanity.

Disrespecting the curfew

2004-11-21T19:46:00.000+08:00

I did so today, and it incurred the wrath of My Highnesses.

I was out with a bunch of friends - Darren, Yi Neng and Han Fei - to church, followed by a trip to Clarke Quay as Yi Neng was supposed to meet Mel (for the first time, w00tz). Anyway, I reached home at about close to 12.30 midnight.

Thus, Father Superior declared that I thus be grounded, though he hasn't specified for how long. Imprisoned I am, not being able to even take an insy weensy step out of the door of the apartment, so says my mother. This is exceedingly intolerable. What am I, a rare breed of a parakeet to cage like an ornament?

Shit, I have a date with a friend tomorrow to the Rogue (a recently published local anime magazine) convention in Suntec. I am shuttling between doubt and hope that my parents would eventually cool off and allow me to fly free once again - but only with a stricter curfew, a price to pay.

Gah, I don't wish to prattle on about the unhappy stuff any longer.

*diverts* What about I share with you all about today's outing with the trio? Much better than listening to depressing rantings, I digress.

Was at Trinity Christian Centre with the three of them in a youth service. And I second Yi Neng, that place was sure bursting with enthusiasm - overwhelmingly crazy! I mean, I've never been to such a vivid and lively service before. A refreshing change, I'd say. :)

Here comes the exciting part! Whee.

After the service has ended we headed straight for Clarke Quay. Walked past the Arty Farty busking event on the Read Bridge, til all the way to Liang Court to have a McDonald's bite, then back to the busking event thing. Yi Neng was supposed to be meeting someone whom he has gotten to know on the IRC and whom he has chatted with and known for quite awhile - for the first time! We hadn't had any clue on how Melissa really looked like (only Yi Neng does), the exact meeting point, the such, although we know for sure she's watching the busking performances too. That's when the excitement really builds up, because it seemed impossible to find Melissa, considering the fact that the crowds were awfully thick and dense.

I played a rather - *ahem* ladies and gentlemen, an important role here. *steals limelight from Darren and Han Fei*

An impromptu intelligence agent! Sleuthed around the crowds, determining who could Melissa be amongst the throng of people. Yi Neng's shy you see! Awww. XDD

Anyway, I hatched a little plan - Neng go text something to Mel. Then I'll look out for anyone within the crowd picking a mobile phone out to text something back. At that point of time I only knew Mel was sitting down on the floor with her chums, according to Neng. So as though the cosmic forces are no longer against me, I was right behind Mel! I'm so smart! Go me! So I was like, "It must sure be her!" when I observed her (I sound like a damn stalker!) and the pattern of texting - after Neng texts, she picks out the phone to read something and then texts something back.

Eventually Mel and her posse stood up and walked to one end of the Read Bridge where they kinda hanged around for abit - probably looking out for Neng as well? That made the search effort easier, whew. We couldn't hesitate so we stalked them - our gut intuitions convinced us that one of 'em must, and has got be Melissa!

Neng kinda hesitated approaching her and so we egged, coerced, and encouraged our shy boy here - apparently, he didn't, so instead, he suggested a meeting area to Mel, the escalator at some building nearby. The lovely Mel appeared! Mission accomplished!

Got to know Melissa through the whole hullaboo as well, and while we chatted with one another in a circle. Anyhoo, it's been nice to know you Mel! ^_^ *plugs*

Anyway, at this moment of time as I write, Neng wrote this on MSN:

OMG I SAVED TEH DAY *feels honoured*

So please, you must let me now bask in my gloatsmugglory! :D *feels so damn accomplished*

It was sure fun, because I never had such an interesting outing before. Seriously. Most outings I've been to weren't as much fun as this. Mostly dull and the same clichey stuff. Besides it made the misery of being grounded feel much lighter upon my shoulders. Actually there are plenty of things besides the one I prattled on alot. Really enjoyed the company. ^_^

RIP

2004-11-20T07:49:00.000+08:00

Boo hoo.

...although one fine day it might zombify.. *cackle*

(In fact, I still have the html of the whole layout - means I can bring the dead layout back to life, thus the zombify thing. It's just that i'm lazy to put it back to pieces with the blogger code and all. XD)

Something is seriously wrong!

2004-11-20T06:19:00.000+08:00

With the template function in Blogger. *fumes, attempts to keep fire under grace*

After I made some edits to the HTML code in the textbox, I hit the Save Template Changes button. Shortly a page loads. What appears to be in the newly loaded page is that textbox with my severely and mysteriously cut off code. What the parafuckitynormal?

Leprechauns must've stolen my code! Aliens could've abducted them! Some random glitch ate them!

I tried refreshing the page, but in no avail. :(

Thank God I hadn't published the damned thing. If not I would've thrown lurid spasms of temper and cause some unnecessary, serious harm to the laptop out of pure unadulterated rage.

To testify this, I have a screenshot of the crime scene. No, it's not doctored, nor intentionally cut off by me - if it was, why would I bother punching these out, capturing a screenshot and posting the shot here?

Then how the hell am I going to edit or modify my blog in the future?

Oh well, there're other options like recoding, using one of those premade templates, or making a new layout. Oh well, back to slogging my rear off again fixing the template.

*cursefumecurse*

Talk about procrastination

2004-11-19T09:12:00.000+08:00

The title says it all, so I'm probably not going to elaborate any further about it.

Anyway, back from a week long hiatus. Been busy working on the school handbook, the Little Miss Drama (an upcoming online store - boss lady and client is the lovely Louisa [hey, an alliteration!]) commission, doing practising traditional media for a manga drawing competition this coming monday, and plenty of other things. Plenty of things that I barely have time to blog (what a good excuse!).

Initial version (rejected, some parts had to be corrected)

Current (and hopefully final) version

Meanwhile, I'll post my 2005 school handbook back and front cover design to treat your ocular senses. You all deserve it, for awaiting the very very day I post something! Yay!

And, the progress sketches of the Little Miss Drama commission. Placed in the order of oldest on the left to newest on the right. The sketches are measly and scrawny I know, but not to worry my ~~friends~~ fans, I'll bring the bacon home soon. :D

AND also a mindless doodle I liked alot (that hopefully can transform into a kiriban trade for Arle). Don't mind the fugly proportions and nose, I'm going to fix them soon with plastic surgery. How uneuphemistic of me.

Enjoy!

To-dos: Add Pat, Louisa and.. I dunno who in the plugs listing. I'm getting old and forgetful, forgive me.

Illustrator vectorage

2004-11-09T17:00:00.000+08:00

One of those rare Illustrator attempts-cum-practice. It's kinda boring, poseless, I know. The Art Noveauish deco is growing on me, spent about half an hour coming up with it. As for the rest, it took me almost two days (including rest, breaks, showers, etc.). In fact, I don't know what was the catalyst or what sparked my creative juices to create this piece. But I can credit the swirl I drew in MS Paint, which led to some random doodling and the inevitable import of the image into Illustator.

I might make more Illustrator and vector-based works. I want to explore that area instead, as I am a little tired and bored of doing the classic Photoshop/openCanvas CGing already. I know all of you will miss my classic CGing awesomeness. ^_^

Arr, I'm under the weather. Rather, PMS blues.

I wrote a not-absolutely-me-at-all journal entry in deviantArt. My lower side waist and upper hip muscles are cramping, so is my lower abdomen. I've been feeling 'heaty' of late, my nasal passages are puking snot and whatnot. My head has been throbbing a little, and my body chilly and fever-boiling, begging for mad doses of Panadol. My appetite is withering. What the fuck is seriously wrong with me. Those apparent symptoms have never ever occured to me before the red letter days! Gah, I'm feeling miserable and sore. And more receptive to annoying things like...

...Jamie Yeo's 'orrible, 'orrible trailers.

Jamie Yeo's Perfect 10 trailers are getting badder, uglier and lamer by every minute. She has used the Friends soundtrack and now this lockin' (as pronounced by Jamie Yeo, how classic of a Singaporean) song by Pug Jelly and my oh my, she defiles them by SINGING ALONG TO THEM. I pity her, she's oblivious to the fact that she sounds horribly off-key and Singaporean Idol reject material. In addition, the trailers are not at all one abit creative or witty (conclusion: pointless) and thus the result being every listener trying their darndest to bear with the intolerable abomination each time it comes up. Or they just turn the radio off during the 15 seconds of pure unadulterated utter nonsense then turn it back on again.

Wow, Jamie Yeo certainly lives up to her reputation being that 'dumb blondish' model Angel in Daddy's Girls. Pity. It must be the prepackaged, bubblegum pop influenced image her image consultants and managers told her to conform to. She reminds me so much of Britney, except Britney's into the severe and festering stages of delusion of the trailer trash slut look. I believe that the subject of controversy has gone too far. Already. Ew.

End of mindless, random bitcherings of a PMSish girl. More to come!

Moth in a Nutshell (Yeah right)

2004-11-07T02:06:00.000+08:00

[Arrr, my earlier writings were cruelly wiped out. NOW I HAVE TO START FROM SCRATCH AGAIN. I guess cosmic forces are against me, I digress. On the other hand, thank you stupid IE popup blocker for eventually screwing up my day like this, suffocating me with a writer's block and slaying all avenues of inspiration. Thank you fucking terrific much. Self note: WRITE ALL ENTRIES IN NOTEPAD BEFORE PASTING IT IN BLOGGER. NEVER TRUST IE POPUP BLOCKERS+BLOGGER.]

[edit: I just realized rewriting it was sort of.. fun. :D]

BEWARE HEAVY ASS CONTENT AHEAD

so don't bitch about it kthx

While I was happily drawing on paper with a pencil (duh) to complete commissions on Gaia Online, a moth made its royal (horrid) presence known by fluttering about and stickying itself to random areas of my room. Very often I would squeal and screech in disgust like a little girl whenever it was near me/or when I was close to it. Til hours later it decides to conveniently land at my desk where my feet often rests. WTF. It must be a foot fetish tikopek moth! AAAAAHHH. Instantaneously I froze and backed off as though it was a potential viral threat, then I was at loss of what to do, I mean, I wouldn't dare poke the thing even with a 10 foot pole!

(Heck, Xiaoqi can bear witness to these course of events. She was the only person I was chatting with over MSN in the ungodly hours of the morning when this occured.)

Eventually my heroine Xiaoqi suggested enclosing the moth with a jar then slipping a sheet of paper beneath it. Oh well, it seems that our Annabella has no other choice but to resort to that. PLASTIC JAR TO THE RESCUUUUEE!

The whole process took an effin' 10 minutes or so, the squeamish and oh-so-gentle me trying not to hurt the delicate thing as I slid the paper beneath it. The paper kept on prodding the moth, as though I was nudging it to MOVE BIATCH! Shortly HAHAHA PWNED VICTORY the whole painstaking process was all over. Target is captured and condemed in its little plastic prison.

Behold, Scum Desk City

Say Hi to Mothy! :D tiMothy would sound nicer, let's call him tiMothy.

Currently, our little friend here, who is still imprisoned, is receiving what he probably desires - warmth from the freezing Singapore evening monsoon cold and rain. Request granted, you have a non air-circulated plastic chamber to seek refuge in. Isn't it warm, and inviting enough I hope? Hey be thankful I gave you extra heating elements! It's as good as the sun in Singapore's daytime you know! (Haha, moths like dark areas.)

Mini Simulation of Singapore's Climate

Inevitably our host here Annabella has gotten really bored so she did this. Shaky cheap animation action! w00t! In fact, I did rock it around like the revolution. I hope you hadn't had a heavy meal beforehand, tiMothy.

That's hell lot of metabolism for a little critter!

And, at this very moment of time tiMothy is clinging on to pitiful shreds of his ebbing life, dying, suffocating, screaming, howling (No, I wasn't hearing things I swear!), as a result of asphixiation. Gosh, even when I made the slightest poke at the plastic jar he twitches and flutters amok with a tinge of retardation right away as though shrieking "OMG My rescuers have come to save me from this hell hole! PLZ HELP OMG!!!" Don't worry, "rescue personnel" will attend to you shortly. Shortly, if you choose to end off that little journey of yours right away. Get it? Aww, I can see him shaking his head in lament, choosing to rather carry his futile attempt to live. I snigger in bemusement.

Watch the pathetic being struggle in its fight to live! *flutterfluuutter*

I thus proudly declare myself as a sadist. GO ME!

I know all of you must be waiting for this moment. After all you guys must be bitching on the fact that I made you all and subjected you all to read the above~~mentioned~~artisitc expression of my first time experience with a moth.

I present - TAA DAA! My awesome artistic talent! :D As a result from what I have mentioned in the very first line.

Huh, what very first line? WHAT YOU DIDN'T READ MY ARTISTIC EXPRESSION OF MY FIRST TIME EXPERIENCE WITH A MOTH? GO READ IT NOW. Pffffftz *spits saliva all over in the process*.

Totorochic

Darksakabatsu
And a little bonuseses :3

AWWW HOW CUTE~ <3>

Bask in teh awesomeness of my pencil+copic coloured french maid. No she is NOT for sale. :]