*image updated 01/07/2009

the things that distract me take me away from reality, into this dream-like state that leaves me so relaxed, that everytime i stretch something magical fills my body, and i let out a constipated sigh.

then i regain consciousness again. and its back to work.


i can't document the plate i am working on right now. i left my camera charger with the battery charging in the workshop before exiting to work right outside it.
anyway, i just had my dalily intake of soya beancurd with a youtiao that complements it.
I have been telling myself to stop taking it altogether, or maybe have it without the addition of the youtiao or the butterfly bun. Sometimes i set rules to eating particular foods that i can't seem to change them. these words that are programmed just by a simple telling to a friend works like magic, a spell that cannot be undone. The truth is, I am getting fatter by the day (due to not excercising and bingeing) and i suspect that it could be caused by the oil content in the youtiao, which may be true. But i can't seem to be able to stop myself from eating the forbidden food, well i don't like it much anyway, i eat it just so my beancurd won't taste that plain. Then again, i didn't use to take beancurd with anything. i used to have it plain. Well, hope i will be able to stay away from it tomorrow.

Previewing Talk Talk as recommended again. I like i better now as compared to previously when i first heard it, probably because i was not listening to it at the right time. Now its all quiet ( except for the air con vents booming in the background) and its me all alone here, in the depths of the huge facade of what is called the building of the year ( oh, that's so passe)

i always waste my eyes on you

discipline. not any longer.


what i did before going back:

i have a good feeling that i'm gonna be an expert in cross hatching
after this project ( ok, i'm just kidding. urrgh! i'm just starting
to think the this is a very very intensive exercise pppppfffftttttt!!!!)

The fuzzy areas are the parts that have been scratched already.

the sound of the vents, louder and louder. that sound, the only sound.

trying to complete the sketch. need to get it done by tonight.

carving time is when there are seats

i'm really glad to have been invited to Instinc for the sharing session .

we came in when it had already begun

i liked the idea of having a sort of short feedback and crit session
after each talk given by the artists' in residence of the studio/gallery

love sminthaye's cine colle-ed drypoints that fell off
from the original piece

parked stuff at the circus before heading for a late lunch/early dinner
don''t know why i chose this when i know that i always
feel nauseous whenever the oil content is too high. and, i don't
even enjoy having prawn.

at central's foodcourt having our lunch/dinner

i'm taking stuff about to carve/create/draw these days.
don't have much time left for the completion of this proj.
as long as there's some place where i can sit, it's
carving/drawing time!

another carving today. two more to go and 20 more acrylic plates to go.
catacombs today:

high on red bull

difference or indifference

clocked in before 0900 / uncovered the loot / set it up / head popped by at 1100!!! ALAMAK!

i love these wild geese created by ching. they were cut
manually by the woman herself. awesome stuff

MW is very very messy especially when it comes to coating the screens.
she was told before that screenprinting is not her thing and she should
consider specializing in other printmaking techniques

we have a new oven, which speeds up
the entire process of preparing the screen

duration : 15 minutes for both sides to dry

got the woodblock print enlarged at the place
floaty introduced to us. however the lady she
mentioned was rather grumpy. boss charged $2
for the print and he left. when she collected the cash
she said it was $2 short.

maybe its just my face
that says unsighly, and thus unlikeable. it's like
this at most places with most people.

learning how to use the new hydraulic press:





Work for the tunnel project:

getting late time to pack up and leave.
it got depressing after a while. thinking
about people. especially people a.....

i don't understand people

packing up for the opening of MEME.


had this done up finally before leaving for school 1330:

left with rolled up canvas of recent sem's work / 1415 photocopy shop / 1430 art friend bumped into boss & future classmate / got push pins & blu tak / 5-10mins = a damn long conversation / grass jelly drink in soya bean milk / popped by unopened MEME exhibition on the way to the catacombs / placed canvas by the black boards parked in some corner of the carpark / figured a chair was needed in case Lek came / placed things down and gave Mada a shock / no workshop hours but was able to put bag down inside / rushed to ICT in the hopes of getting a projector / lady was difficult, said a week's notice was needed / got the form anyway and had juicyfish sign it / bumped into dunsty again and helped pass the poisson to juicyfish / realised the projector is called OHP(what's the diff? ? ? it's still an over head projector . . . ) / lift was working yay!!! / tested transparency with illustration on wall



tore plastic off pvc sheets, mounted them on wall

wanita smsed saying grand aunt passed away(condolences) / ace frame called to say that grandpa was wobbly, told him to do something about it, so he tried to spray some water and flattened it a little / got 5 more pvc sheets($27.35) / cut 3cm off the edge of markings / carved into the roof at the same time used marker to outline main features
took bag outta workshop as Mada was leaving / carried on working / 1830 time for opening but too chicken to go alone / 1915 time to pack up and leave and face the crowd!!!! / searched for hiding places



its bizarre how the same people react and behave around you when you are alone/in a group/in a crowd.