yeeeaaaay.
so. ive almost completed the piece ive been workin on for 6 hours straight last night. yesss!!!! im morphing into some kind of nocturnal creature, guzzling down red bull after red bull, and dragging on her ciggies one by one.
i havent really decided wot to name this piece actually. its based on 4 really kick-ass shots of a small cafe in place de republique, paris. different corners and angles of the cafe, courtesy of izzaldin. really good lighting and photography. i cant wait to see the finished product. its takin me fuckin ages to get the fuckin colour and perspective right. joh!!.
apart from that ive been doin nuth but mugging im my fucking room and singing my marbles out to ben folds, sheila on 7 and jay chou. ppl pls go out and get ben folds record it is so awesome or go download his song " still fighting it". really good shit.
i have to start my yogo and kickboxing again to relieve the stress. easy really, just imagine him to be the bean bag and il be bashing it sporadically enough to gain the much misses bruises on my knees and inner knuckles.
met up w yoyo ma, after almost a year. wow. he actually looks pretty good in abercrombie and fitch. vintage shirts really rule. talked abt his working life like it was some glammed up job which i knew wasnt. long hours and pay that is always deferred. he loves it nonetheless. i told him to say hi to chao which ffked us again!!! though chou has been checkin up on me by means of my blog. he told me to go get and polaroid. start snappin’ and come up w some observational sketches for my portfolio. hmmm. fair enough.
so i guess its back to work.
i really cannot wait to get my cheque, and go crazy over the new anya hindmarch totes and lulu guiness bags. wow. oh oh. and more shoes. i need some shoes. sigh. im such bag whore. not one u can take to bed though.
"si la wei!" when will i be able to get my ass up to langkawi and tan the shit outta myself?
