And we'll all float on okay
And we'll all float on okay
And we'll all float on okay
And we'll all float on anyway

4:27 a.m.

Once again, i miss the trip and competition at moscow. Spamming art and having sleepless nights reminds me of the transit times at Dubai where a few days seem like a really long neverending day because of the strange hours and lack of sleep.

Ah.

11:54 a.m.

Okay a quick one now. I wanted to do a proper write up but its crunch time now D: Here's the 'home' and workplace. and gallery. except it doesn't look like one now. damn messy haha.

       














I hate bloggers new picture system. anyway back to my brunch and work. too lazy to name whose place is whose now. click and figure!

Hobo lifestyle i swear.

5:25 p.m.

Starving artist never felt so accurate. Cup noodles! (Thanks caroline. I think we might finish it quite fast ><)

Nevermind we can top that up with sugar biscuits. haha

WORK

On 30th October, 1974, Muhammad Ali was up against George Foreman at the Mai 20 Stadium in Kinshasa, Zaire, in a historic fight for the heavyweight title, which was known as The Rumble In The Jungle. George Foreman was the heavyweight champion; a monster of a fighter, a young man who never lost a fight, knocking out 37 of his 40 opponents, including Joe Frazier and Ken Norton, the only two to have ever beaten Ali. Ali was an the old prince of the ring; past his prime at age 32, commentators felt that it was the end of the road for him.

 In short it was a one sided fight.

Ali began his fight with the speed and technicality he was known for, jumping forward to strike Foreman, who was taken by surprise. However by the end of the round Foreman had gained on Ali, landing heavy punches of his own.

However, right away into the second round, Ali stopped. Leaning back onto the ropes, he allowed Foreman to punch him, with no intention to return attacks. This went on for the third round, fourth round, fifth, sixth, seventh.

In the hot and humid night, Ali took the punches, blocking, deflecting, striking once in a while, but never fully countering the attack; leaning back on the ropes all the while, he accepted whatever Foreman threw at him, every hook, every slug.

Then in the eighth round, with 2 seconds left on the clock, Ali struck back, downing Foreman with a left hook and perfect right hand in the fight which made Muhammad Ali the greatest boxer of all time. In the heavy air, Ali had slowly whittled down the younger Foreman with every punch he took.

Perseverance.

1:43 p.m.

Back in the art room but for different reasons. Studying econs now; thought zhan feng and jgoh will be around or something but ohwell! I'm a lonely soul here other than Caroline's china boyfriend hanging around though. But i'll live! Okay more econs. Then when i'm stressed i shall start drilling the walls and all to hang up my paintings. Why? because drilling is therapeutic.

Damnit luh, I was supposed to go training today. Crapass.

BTW: does anyone know if there is any virus or anything that causes album art to spam the desktop everytime you start up? That's whats happening to my laptop lately. Its bloody annoying.

9:19 p.m.

Sigh. Damn you prelims

4:27 p.m.

Ah just had lunh and shower in the toilet cubicle with the hose. Canoeing style. Lol. Ahh back to this rotting piece of furniture. I swear there are bugs on it. Back to sketchbook. Last day here today. I kinda have mixed feelings though. Its stressful but fun in some ways.

1:21 p.m.

Dead! tired. Well need to get lunch soon.

9:43 a.m.

Morning world, morning. The problem is prelims ends just before art exams and the fact that i still have stuff yet to be done; all of us have stuff yet to be undone doesn't bode well for us at all. So its either get decent grades for prelims or rush art at the last moment, which i quote J.Goh, "physically impossible".

So I'm sitting here right now on this awfully old couch (and dirty too) and i have decided that Prelims is just out there to screw all of us art people. Damn. Back to work

4:53 a.m.

Research workbook on the couch. Just realised the predicament we're in. Prelims end on the 31st sep, art IB on the 1st oct. see yer prelims. Sigh. dead and tired.

2:39 a.m.

Alright getting late, caroline and zhan feng are having a verbal faceoff and caroline is obsessing over her china boyfriend called gui li. she's like caressing his leg or something.

Lol. okay paint paint.

12:01 a.m.

OKay waiting for paint to dry now. Its early morning, still not late enough to sleep. Now lets wait for the retarded things to happen when lack of sleep and restlessness kicks in!

OKay back to sketchbook.

EDIT: Okay just saw the chatbox with proxy. Thanks Levin and person, whoever you are. haha all the art people need it. Don't worry Suzie, will be gayer when the exams end! The happiness gay. Might go for training on Saturday! Back to work!

7:00 p.m.

Ahhh sketching is such a bitch. This pieces is much bigger than i thought D: And i'm starved.

5:30 p.m.

New set of lights for the next piece! Man holidays are over so fast, not enough time! Gonna start next piece tonight.

Sketch sketch sketch

11:48 a.m.

Forgot to post a last one! Finished up at 5 plus today, then went to sleep and finally awake and ready to roll for another day. lol. Ran out of 'beds' so slept on the painted sofa outside. Humid but comfy.

Ohwell back to work! A new piece!

3:49 a.m.

Finally! Gosh the 2nd panel was rather pissing. But i don't think i did an excellent job with those 3 panels though. Seems too ordinary. Sigh.

More work?

1:44 a.m.

Progress! Its slightly later now, but i've got caffeine in my bloodstream.

Zhan Feng is damn stone with his music. Lol

Back to work.

P.S. Sorry! Can't really reply comments, there's a limit to how much proxy can do.
@Caroline: Working! Yes yes, trying to imagine your supersonic nagging! Alot quiet here without your madness though X) lol

nth Day In The Gallery

Well! I guess this sums up the day. And everyday since last friday.

Prelims are gonna be the death of me

Green And White

The 100th post!

Originally, I wanted my 100th post was supposed to be about something else (Oh you'll know, when you read the next, well, deep post.) But after Teacher's Day today, i changed my mind.

I left SJI in sec 1, after national day, and on my last day of school there, I wasn't supposed to be there coz i was technically an acsian already and apparently there was a holiday because the ruggers won some championship but I don't really give a damn about that right now.

And yes, today I decided to skip the Teacher's Day concert in ACS(I) coz I felt that I should go back to SJI. I trust my gut feeling alot.

I know, its only about 8 months there, but truth be told, the attachment there beats being in ACS(I) for the remaining few years of secondary school, and currently, the slowly disappearing IB years we have now. Its true. My words are like reality, right in your face. My point is, I miss SJI, even after so long, even though its so short.

Some things you don't really know till its too late.

Its really nostalgic going back to SJI. Somehow I wasn't really bothered by the fact that I stuck out like a sore thumb in SJI due to the ACS uniform. Instead I was rather excited by the fact I was going back, like a rush of blood somehow. Alot have changed since the last time I went there (which was sec 4 by the way. I have no idea why i have to type this today, its 3 a.m soon. I trust my gut feeling i guess.), the art room became a chem room, (and for a moment i thought my memory was major fail coz i swear the art room was in front of the parade ground. Turns out that they shifted it to the back of the school into porta-cabins or something.) the classrooms were cycled from their usual position 2 years ago, and there are fancy lockers now (back then we had to keep our stuff in boxes under our chairs or below the shutter windows. Ah the old days.)

If there's one thing that keeps me going back there to SJI, its probably because i still love that place.

Now don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to say that ACS(I) is terrible or anything. Well, they do provide an awesome education here, its probably more balanced out than SJI in certain ways. The sports here is awesome too. And other than that the facilities in ACS(I) owns SJI's ones hands down.

But sorry guys, nothing can beat the family like atmosphere back in SJI. Where your old canoeing teacher in charge treats you like a good buddy, the head of the sec 1 level during the year you left remembers you even after so long, and some member of the senior administration invites you into his office in such a down to earth manner, and no formalities needed, tells you that he's impressed that you still come back even after so many years, even though you've only been here for 8 months.

And I say: "I miss the school, I miss how its like down here."

Its true. The whole school is warm and welcoming, (even for a traitor like me. Heh). A lot of the things i love to do started from there, (Canoeing, Art; hell if i started in ACS(I) i probably would be a typical swimmer/polo player, and man do i have alot to miss out not picking up canoeing). Its nice how your teachers there are more like good friends than teachers, and how everyone seems to know everyone, even if you're from a different class (Maybe that's coz a majority came from St Michael's but still, it seems easier making friends there. Sorry, i still don't know who's that guy from 6.5. Have I even seen him before?) I'm not saying i don't have great friends in ACS(I), I have many (Hi Daniel! Hi Elliott! And Others!). Its just that it seems easier to draw closer to those in SJI. SJI helped build my character too. ACS(I) may have added on to it, but it can't change it. I had my first date there too, but I'm going off tangent now.

The atmosphere says alot too. No students are allowed in the staff room, but on Teacher's Day, everyone just rushes in to distribute their gifts or sing songs for the teacher anyway, and the teachers don't really care; for that day, rules, heck. Its cool like that. And when you walk down the corridors, you hear loud cheering from the classes for their teachers, more mass singing, loads of laughter from both student and teacher. I know it made me smile.

Its alot different there. If you get what I mean.

There's no odd invisible barrier separating people, no intimidation in any way, no extravagance needed. Just plain o' bonding.

(Other than that, any ACS secondary Art students? Please improve your art, and explore something other than chess pieces, plants, girls and the school ground. I swear, SJI's art is pretty darn good. I say even i feel like my pieces lack the creativity compared to theirs. Its kinda embarrassing but inspiring at the same time.)

Anyway, its pretty late, I'll add in second thoughts tomorrow. If i have any. Need to sleep. Long day tomorrow.

To be really honest, sorry guys, it will take more than time and glory to make me feel attached to where I am now. Some things can't be gained merely through that; I actually enjoy myself here, but sometimes it more than that. Its like how a man may be poor and lacking, but if he's happy, he's way wealthier than a rich man who is unhappy. I may be red, blue and gold on the outside; cut me, and maybe i'm bleeding red, blue and gold too.

But sorry guys, deep inside, I'm still green and white. Some things just can't change.

Some things you can't see,
Until it gets too late.