... he looked inscrutable, I have said something alien.
Anything he doesn't understand is alien.
Anything that is alien is bad.

You know what? It could be bad.

It could be the worst decision I've made in my whole entire life.
But you know what makes a hero a hero?
It's that he did the stupidest thing, like jumping into a churning river without a life jacket, and lived.
If he died, he'd just be another stupid crazy man who should have stayed ashore.
But he lived. So he's a hero.
Let's see if I survive, ok?

I've never before in my life as an art student slept over in school because of homework.
What??? Never? Sacrilege! An art student should be the most unkempt, zombiefied and sleep-deprived being that roamed the earth.

Well, now I join the ranks of wretched children whose unwashed bodies permeate the air of ADM. That smell of sweat, blood & maybe tinge of soul-sucking despair.

I'm glad it's over. Almost.

Long long long years after everyone jumped onto the Tumblr bandwagon, a hibernating reptile, me, has finally gotten its blood warmed up to start an account.

Well, technically I have blogged on Tumblr last year. But that doesn't count because it was done under duress & excruciating unwillingness.
Relax, I won't be shifting my blog over to Tumblr just yet. Blogger, despite all its inadequacies still holds a special place in my heart. Yadda, yadda. Yes, I'm an rusty dinosaur *call in the museum & take away this social media fossil*

My Tumblr: salty-radio.tumblr.com . Do check it out.

This Tumblr gig will be my 3rd active blog (together with blogger & wordpress) & the Flickr. Whoa, I impress myself.

Trudging 4 hours to & from school, yet again.
I remember before I entered uni, I used to balk at the idea of any journey around Singapore taking more than 70 min. Now I do it everyday lugging a bedamned laptop.

Well, what can I say about my life?

I'm taking Asian Horror Film *alone* on tuesdays & Forensic science the next day. Nothing more refreshing than getting your wits scared outta you by blood-splattered avenging female spirits one day then fed a boat-load of decomposing carcasses the next.

Well, I asked for it.

MAAD bazaars are great places to find quirky, handmade thingys comparable to the eclectic tosh we find in Haji Lane or lifestyle stores.
I went there yesterday to visit my ultra-talented friend, Momshoo, who can shoot laser beams outta her eyes & make stuff that I like.

MAAD is at the Red Dot. Balloons and vodka galore.

The bazaar also houses an exhibition of *I'm guessing* German publication design. Or Norwegian interior design. Or something. Hugely interesting, a pity I couldn't read a word.

Momshoo here with her booth stuffed with craft goodness. In my personal opinion, has some of the most interesting wares next to the mohawk shaving barbers & psychedelic guache paintings.

I remember coming to last year's MAAD with the gang to sell notebooks & stickers. A financial disaster of hilarious proportions that taught us perhaps sticking cigarette butts on bags would have been a better investment.

Take a gander at them cute cotton creatures! Rabbits, owls & cats & monsters! Yes, all the stuff I love best!

This Add/Drop period is sapping my life juice.
That creeping feeling of hope you have when catching the off chance a seat appears, then the cruel wrenching despair when a fat '0' appears the next time you refresh the page.

Anyway, I've been hooked on Disney's Hunchback of Notre Dame ever since I saw that part of Frollo, the insane judge, singing menacingly at the fireplace.
Truely, this is one of the most underrated Disney films ever. That sequence alone deserves a standing ovation & a few Academy awards.

A good-looking man with amazing cheekbones.

Phoebus? Blah! What's he got but blond hair & an awful goatee? Even Quasimodo was a tad bland in the story. Esmeralda should have gone with Frollo, I think. He has both pathos & good looks & man alive, can he carry a tune!

My opinion, the best Disney villain ever.

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School is drawing nigh. It's time to grow up, be a Year 3 - pass, be a Year 4, graduate, go to work, start a family - grow old.

At least it'll get my dad off my back. My dad absolutely hates people who don't work if they are free. Well, I'm slightly guilty. But honest, I don't spend - so I don't need to get money! Income output, remember? Doesn't matter if you earn a million but spend a billion. You'd still be poor.

Ok, I'm not all that idle.
These were some stuff I did in the hols. click to enlarge.

Bears & penguins. With water colour. After reading Oliver Jeffers books, I had an inexorable compulsion to draw more penguins. & more!!!!

This was a set of 3 badges for a gospel rally. I love the 'hope'~