Thou greatest enemy is thyself

Today,I woke up all stiff and sore in the Scope. My jacket, track pants and socks failed to keep me warm and we were locked in for fear of being found out by the patrolling security guard. SO..I had no choice but to endure the cold (~.~)”

Then I had a South African apple for breakfast. It looks like cross between a green apple and a red one. Beverly aka bear bear gave it to me! (: Her uncle opens a fruit stall at her block, lucky girl! What a pity they ran out of New Zealand Rose, small scarlet and sweet, it’s highly popular. Moreover it’s the Seventh Month… Speaking of which, I don’t understand Sze Sze’s paranoia of walking that 100m to the library gate, lol~ Hmm..wait, my cockroach phobia.. (=.=)”

Today I made little progress. However I’m feeling secure because I know where to go from now. After getting feedback from Mrs Neo (she isn’t so scary after all), I decided to add complementary colours to mute the silhouette, put rotting leaves as the background and render the details of of Ling’s face hands and feet.

Oh forgot to mention, Coco got a new jellyfish ‘do from Sensory Salon. Jia Jin finally got down to his monster/mech drawings and Wan Shi’s pencil drawing is going quite well. This TA2 trio is damn funny luh (^.^)

Lunch at the hawker centre opposite was eventful. Siru was at the $2 yong tau hoo stall when this guy behind her slipped and 跌个四脚朝天。His back bore the brunt of the fall but thankfully his head didn’t knock into anything, The bowl of laksa splashed some man’s back and narrowly missed Siru and this baby in a stroller. Whew! Thank goodness lah. While eating we had this interesting discussion about dreams. Rachel has recurring dreams of water-related stuff like boats capsizing, islands, pirates and being stabbed, while I have dreams about high places like cliffs and buildings and falling off them while being chased. Siru always dreams of being kidnapped in Singapore while Christine is just RANDOM, like her whole class taking art and begging her to help them with prep boards cuz she’s the most pro, like WTH?! hahaha~

Dinner was even more meaningful, it’s a farewell dinner for Laura, who will be leaving for Spain on a 5-month study attachment. Didn’t realise how much I miss the Sariputta girls until now. ALL of them are in great shape LAH, while I’m…HAIZ~ Plus my skin is breaking out (>.<)” sian. We talked so much about SBM and general stuff and I’m so glad that we spent time to catch up with each other, too caught up in our lives sometimes *muses*. Roma’s Deli was delightful, as usual, with the same eye candy at the counter ;P hehehe…himbo, not interested. I’m more interested in….male attractive rat cooks. Wheee~ watching Ratatouille tml!!

Yet to catch 881, hairspray, the simpsons and secret. ARGH!

At approximately 2.55am this morning, I was about to start on a new aprt of my work when a humungous hairy cockroach came scuttling from Mr heng’s desk straight towards me!! Heng my back wasn’t turned, or else I would’ve been attacked from behind [>.<"] I resisted the impulse to run for my life, and defended my artwork by whacking the box cover and sweeping the critter back to where it came from.

Oops.

Rachel and Sze Sze

At home now, just washed my hair and gobbled dinner. Going to the supermarket to buy rations to last us through the night and heading back to art room. (:

was kinda sad just now cuz mrs neo just flitted past my work when bringng the vj n hcjc teachers around. sigh. went to run 10 rounds for make up pe (: mr loh gave me discount of 2 rounds xD got blisters, but nvm (:

Haha..This is damn accurate.

if you were lost in a jungle and stuck with 5 animals:
peacock, monkey, tiger, lion, elephant,
in which order would you abandon them in order to survive?

COMMENT COMMENT and I’ll tell you the answer! xD

Before I forget, Jing Xian came yesterday afternoon and showed his 99%-done video. It’s quite cool lah, about cycling and stuff (he’s a semi-retired triathlete). The striations and movements and 3 sound track that melded perfectly.

Ok that’s not the point. He’s hosting post prom aka clubbing and apparently he’s giving prom a miss cuz the whole Mr and Miss Temasek thing is just hopeless. TJC is a sad sad school. He can sit in the canteen for 10 mins in VJC and see more chio bu than 1hr in our sch. If you think that’s bad, our batch of guys all CMI, and i mean ALL. Ok la maybe one or two, but they’re himbos. And the V.I.Pre-requitsite of Prom King and Queen is TALENT.

Guys: Jian Ming (no idea who’s that) …I can’t think of any srsly -.-
Girls: Priscilla, Melody, Kellyn, Nadine Farah and Li Ling!!

The one thing I like about Art Room is the music, compilation of songs contributed by 10 years of ppl (the desktop is below minimum memory alr LOL) My favourite songs include ‘Bad Day’ by Daniel Powter, ‘The Way You Look at Me’ by Christian Bautista, ‘Geek in the Pink’ by Jason Mraz, Spirited Away medley, ‘Thank You’ song by Chage and Aske, ‘Dancing in the Moonlight’ by Toploader, ‘I Love Coffee’ song by Gigi Leung, and a few more, mainly cuz it played repeatedly by certain ppl! xD

Oh well..I have new favourites!! Mrs Neo has some really cool CDs by Emi Fujita (nicknamed emo) and Ken Hirai. Lullabies that soothe our troubled souls. And Siru is in war mode, kept playing the soundtrack of LOTR and POTC. I rly admire her patience and persistence; she’s now at no. 3 (?) of her batik pieces, and dotting away with melted wax. And yet she’s so optimistic, always supporting us and laughing so loudly until I can hear her from the air-conditioned comfort of Studio 1.

Wan Chen is utterly lovable, her cute barbie voice always perks me up, though I was not used to it before. She’s undergoing a ‘I’m stuck and I feel like dying’ phase now. But it’ll blow over quickly and she’ll chiong like nobody’s business and like complete one whole big chunk of her drawing. SCARY!

Mr Ng came in just now. Somehow I feel like he’s mocking me, with that perpetual clown smile plastered on his face when I dunno what’s so funny. But that’s just my inner meanie talking. Li Min dropped by too! n helped me buy Justea Lemon (:

i’m rly quite happy, ya i am halfway there, etc. (positive conditioning in progress)

BALLS. SAME SAME but different

Bourne Ultimatum is THE ultimate man..
then again it shows how scary the CIA is now!
Technology enables one to be omnipresent, play God,
permeate every nook and cranny of your life.
Privacy becomes non-existent,
and the sancity of life is diluted..
*eeks*

Sometimes I feel the longer someone knows me, the less I’m liked. Take the art ppl for example, after the (just) criticism from HenhNeo, their attitudes adjust accordingly. The juniors (TA2 TA3 J1) seniors (Year 3-7) are vastly more pleasant and enjoy my company more. Of course, they haven’t witnessed my ‘work ethic’ and periods of escapism. I sure hope I can recover to bantering terms with the Yr2s, but at least they’re civil, most of them at least. Well I musn’t have high hopes.

I stick up for the underdog and offer a sympathetic ear (or shoulder to cry on) whenever. You can say i’m a friend for rainy days. I know what it’s like to be emo and I hate to see anyone emo for long. I’ll do whatever it takes to lift their mood. Then again, I might get so affected by others’ troubles that I emo along with them.

Today we had much light-hearted laughter (both in the art room and out ;p) and I felt fortunate that at least I’m healthy, just found out that Mardiana had a congenital heart defects like hole-in-her-heart and low systolic pressure. She can’t even run 2.4km for fear of over-exerting herself and fainting. (And to think that my 13.33min timing was bad =.=”)

I must be more contented (: There’s more to life than good grades. Even if I barely pass, I’ll just have to grapple with the sitch and make a fresh start.

21.00 now (: and I’m feeling so much better (: amazing.
I guess i just have to accept reality and focus on doing my best.
My mum just brought me home-cooked leftovers! yay~

I kop this from shu juan’s now-defunct blog.
I love the imagery..DANCE x)

All our lives we search for someone who makes us complete.
We choose partners and change partners.
We dance the song of heartbreak and hope all the while,
wondering if somewhere,somehow
there is someone searching for us.

(This inspires me to choreograph a dance for next year’s production!
Ok i know i haven’t done it before but there’s always a first time)
~~~

Dance as though no one is watching you.
Love as though you have never been hurt before.
Sing as though no one can hear you.
Live as though heaven is on earth.

(((: perhaps i’ll put my coursework as the blog interface just like ivan!

It is 18.45 now on a MONDAY and i feel totally shitty. [>_<]
I am now stuck in art and i must make sure that I do enuf to leave at 4 tml.
Haha..there’ll be a solar eclipse at 5.25! SO COOL LAH!

Ok back to my shitty existence in TJ Art Room. Kee Yann burst into tears just now cuz she’s only at her second piece of the screenprint tryptich. Well, Siru’s only at her first batik, 11 to go. Jocelyn’s done though (with her incense coil installation), so is Sze Sze’s lino and Rachel’s door. I am depressed cuz I’m doing this horrible colour pencil work that’s complete NOOBSHITE compared to the oil paintings; the grand scale of Chris and degree of detail of Shu Juan. Nor is it as groundbreaking as Christine’s quirky stickers or Zheng Hui’s impasto.

I wanna get this over and done with, so why am I still blogging using Mr Heng’s laptop? Back to the bolded statement above. Everyone’s so angsty and tense, I’m relatively relaxed, NOT. Though I got let off too easily, i’m still mired in misery, having let down the teachers’ and my own expectations. I know this is far from my best, it’s too late. The simple joy of shading and blending suddenly seems monotonous, even torturous, pretty things just don’t do anymore. My work is just so contrived. ART, there’s a greater purpose to it.

Last Saturday, SOT lecture, Mr tong told us about this exiled Singapore artist called Li3 Wen2. His performance art was deemed disgusting. Basically, he painted himself yellow and chained himself to a white coloured room, shuffling around in a loincloth until he needed to pee, which he did into a bottle, and drank his own urine. And when the crowd got big enough, he discreetly plucked his pubic hairs and flung them to the unsuspecting audience. WHAT’S THE POINT OF THAT?! Oh the meaning was quite apparent. Being Asians, life goes on in a sterile environment. There is no new input or fresh ideas, and when you keep drinking your own urine, it eventually becomes poisonous. This is the sad meaningless life of a typical Singaporean. you might be disgusted when u dio his curly hairs, but he’s actually disgusted at YOU. His foresight was admirable but instead he was labelled socially offensive. True, it is, but the purpose is to jolt people to their senses and create a lasting impact.

When I heard that………..*STUNNED* So I say, pretty things are just..eye candy. I feel so ashamed and repulsed by my composition now. SIGHHHHHHHH~