portfolio plans

ART ART ART ART ART ART ART
i'm going on an artistic pursuit this year.
here are my plans considering my busyness in army.

first of all my art has to be consolidated for portfolio:

• drawing and painting pieces from secondary school.
• watch design for WWSS.
• Roses parent teacher commttee logo design from WWSS.
• wall mural on WWSS.
• sec school coursework (XXL copy from SEAsean art exhibition 2005 @ suntec currently stored in WWSS, postcard of work)
• a level coursework (borrowing of hardcopy, soft copy of exhibit, photos of exhibit.)
• deviantart website (www.frogboychickenrice.deviantart.com, printing out the nicer ones)
• teacher recommendations from sec and jc. (aka miss tan wan kheng &miss chan li ping)

other stuff i could throw in:

• church pamphlet designs?
• life drawings in which i managed to master.
• series of product design i could noobly experiment on...
• more mixed media collages.

i'm all excited abt these plans...

Euck

oh God what have you done.
i know everything is done for a purpose,
but why must you put me in such a hell hole
where the light seems to be unreachable
and what lies ahead is just a droning darkness.

www.boobookittyfuck.deviantart.com

back from the weirdest day ever.

rejected the option to go for cell and YA service for a time of secular fun with my class.:)
God, please stop me more forcefully next time. and i feel i do not need to hear some stupid Sex sermon in service for it's not a place for me to get any rational or useful advice abt-sex. the preachers obviously have never had any experience in anything to understand anything rationally. and i do not o to church or cell in a routinal basis for it destroys my christian walk and distract others along the way.
i WILL NEVER arrange another stupid class outing again. some people are just too arrogant to reply my messages, too caught up with their lives and ignoring their friends who have been slogging it out to gather everyone for a time of fun tgt. and yes this is not the first time this has happened. STUPID reasons like oh i have to clean the fucking house is NOT reasonable for YOU can sneak out to club and have bfs everywhere, and not have the decency to at least give me a more believable excuse enough to not get me pissed off by your ignorance. and some people are dead for they refuse to reply my msges. and they never fail to tell me why i am so anxious blah blah blah for smsing them so many times. dont be stupid if u dont fucking reply me or give me a certain answer, of course ill sms you again and again. i'm not asking for all to be able to make it for a time of catching up but at least have enough respect for pl you call friends to at least tell them you are not coming or smth. thanks.

the next gathering, i'll contact my friends. aka reasonable people who actually use ears and mouths.

as i was saying before i was rudely interrupted by an influx of feelings some irritants have caused me, i had a weird day today. cheryl evan and irene met and ate at food republic and had a great time sharing our lives and future endevours. @ sentosa some pl were feeling 'nuah' and didnt enjoy being at the beach so me and martin went around finding ppl to play ball with us in sentosa beach. i saw yi fong my sec sch fren but when i asked her group of friends can we play some game of ball, her fren said a stern NO. and we left loserishly. i also met cheelim but i alr felt like leaving so we din play any ball game. h/e we played a game of pepsi cola and left the beach. we spent no more than an hr there. we disintegrated as a group n the mrt station and i brought martin to beach rd to buy some army goods. then we travelled to meet kaywee and friend in moss burger and had a great time of joke exchange. this is what i call catching up. me martin and kaywee had a great time with each other and i know our relationship as friends could actually last for a long time. this is real friendship. tsk tsk.

oh and for kaypoh and retarded people who wondered why i din end up in (SISPEC)Suffer In Silence Plus Extra Confinement or OCS (Only Chiongsters Survive) is because i failed my SBJ 1st try in IPPT but passed my 2nd try in the retest immediately after it. HOWEVER my smart corpral lost the score sheet recording the fact that i managed to pass, i had to take the station AGAIN with Falcon. yes the corpral was very apologetic and tried to find the black and white blah blah blah but it never helped. And falcon wonderfully arranged their IPPT so late, i was noted after the re retest that the results were already submitted the day b4, leaving me a fail in IPPT. but thank God, i was not posted to some unit. maybe in navy, i might be given the option to be in sispec or ocs again. but i need to see what i do in the navy first. if i like what being a normal sailor in the navy, then i would continue being one. right now i am still esctatic over the fact that i get to be engulfed in the sun the sand and the beach.

JG says:
i just want the sword and the bar on my shoulder. well, if they give me a sword in sispec i also dun mind.
Frogboyness says:
these are material things and God does not aappove such levels of involvement in worldly desires

dont get me wrong. i love being a sea soldier. :) ask martin/cheryl/etc for i have been hopping mad abt it today.

as the rain falls outside my home, and no parents home yet, i recall my younger days when i would cry or feel really scared wondering whether my parents had died in an accident or skidded onto some curb and crashed.
upon the recalling of this feeling i used to have, i would have to remark that i have loved my parents and had most feelings for them much more than my other siblings although they seem to love them more through verbal wayang these days. i guess life is dumbfucked.

life is getting on my nerves these days. things getting meaningless and i drone on like an idiot in a more idiotic world. God is no where to be found these days. the worldly realm too attractive yet too false and stupid to adhere to these days. life and afterlife seem so dumb.
CAN I BE SOMEPLACE ELSE? I DO NOT WANT TO BE ON EARTH RIGHT NOW.
NOR IN HELL.
OR IN HEAVEN.
I WANT TO BE IN THE ABYSS, DARKNESS OF THE UNKNOWN.
NOTHINGNESS. A NOOK OR CORNER SOMEWHERE IN NOWHERE.

msn brings great memories.

ability without exposure or dead is dead. hence the reason why talentless hardworkers end up more successful.

have i ever mentioned: zero 7 rocks. and brazilian girls. and moloko. cos i bought them at the gramaphone shop for less then 50 dollars in all. it was having a closing down sale hence, 20% off. i saved $12!!! hurrah.

and rachel aka ugly betty introed me this band called chk chk chk which is quite cool.

and had a nice long chat with amanda from Barcelona or something... and nat. here are some snippets. other ppl might find it hard to understand. forget it.

mel: (@_@)
aman: grosss
nat: what's that?
nat: yuck sick gross
mel: smurf.

nat: so he'll ( a really short and stubby boy) drive first =(

aman: i'm jealous

nat: me too

mel: but he cant see above the steering wheel silly.

nat: i tot so too. but he says he sits on telephone directories.

mel: but then he cant reach the peddle thingies at the bottom then awwww.

aman: huh i still see 'failure rocks.'
mel: cos you're a failure thats why!
aman: you hurt my feelings.

aman: i was looking at photos of him(hugo her dog) the other day and i cried!
mel: sick.
nat: melvin what is it with the snails?!?!
mel: the snail is MOVING!!!

aman: so when i call him(hugo the ugly thing). he'll like run downstairs to look for me ... ):
nat: awwwwww
mel: sick.
aman: melvin this is not sick
nat: this is real love.
nat: real true love.
mel: i call and my maid runs down too.
mel: is that tru love?
nat: haha
aman: and that maid analogy is irrelevant melvin
nat: real true love!
mel: so my maid loves me?
nat: exactly
aman: who knows...

aman: my dog is perfect
aman: the most perfect male ever.
mel: stop telling me abt your sick inter-specie fantasies
nat: haha
aman: whatever!!
mel: sickoes
aman: u're just jealous!

henry: whats JIGGLY EWW
nat: haha
mel: ask aman
mel: its her bf
nat: hhahahaha
henry: wow sounds really wrong for one
mel: hurray lets celebrate and jiggle like an eeww!
Aman: i regret putting up that emoticon
aman: i'm sorry nat
mel: jiggle jiggle!
nat: haha
nat: i regret it too.
nat: jiggles.
aman: STOP ittttttt

other really funny stuff but no names are provided for they are sensitive issues.

everybody in lakepoint are dropping dead
who's next
chick.
or dave whoever balds first
poh puay for cleaning the hairs on the floor!
LOL

i only have respect for pearl.
i dont. i hate her paw nose thing.
LOL
stop it.
I'm laughing and people are staring.
PAW NOSE!
yeah i hate her paw nose too actually.
PAW NOSE!
thanks to you catshit everytime i look at her i want to laugh. its all your fault.cos i keep thinking of how her nose genuinely looks like a bear's paw
her nose isn't that paw-ish
it SO is
u're just making fun of humble pearl
u're jealous
jealous of her paw nose?
no way!
i love my nose.

aman: go for cell because you love jesus!
mel:dont go all religious on me

nat: when i have a band what shall i call it?
mel: the natalies.
mel: or yeepy. (natalie's sirname is 'Yee')
aman: haha
nat: yeepy?!
aman: better than chk chk chk
nat: yeepy?!?!?!
mel:or u prefer the yees.
nat: what nonsense?
aman: the natalies sounds cool
aman: like the veronicas
aman: LOL
nat: eee
nat: so copy cat
nat: and yeepy is just wrong.

girl crazy

panties in a bundle by ~frogboychickenrice on deviantART

do support me and take a while to appreciate my new stuff. new series entitled 'Promiscuous Girl', yes. daring, hot and awesome shit. some andy warhol pop art stuff.

some random info:

• country road sale in lido.
• marks and spencer chocolate digestive cookies going for $2.50.
• marks and spencer's shortbread going for $3.90 but rocks.

on the train today, heard some rj and acjc sch girls chattering. they were like, saying their teacher cannot stop picking on them about their short skirts and about how it's not fair blah blah blah and they compare how other girl's skirts are shorter in other classes blah blah blah. both girls were actually hot but after listening to their retarded conva, i was turned off.

why do girls actually shorten their skirts like crazy for?

• to attract us men.
• to prove to other girls hey i'm more havoc.
• to show they can actually beat the system.
• to make other girls jealous of what i have: aka beautiful legs but you don't.

and if ever that 2 girls who were on the train are somehow reading his, i don't find you girls cute anymore, nor do i find that humongous balloon you 2 were meddling with that says 'birthday queen' cute at all in the beginning either (considering its' consistent presence on my face.)

grandmother

art has been filling my time this break i've been blessed with. helping my mum do an urgent assignment earned me $150! hurray. i just drew some stuff using the wacom... artists do make money haha!
$139 pedro leather sling here i come.

does singapore education system breed elitism? discuss. Arena debate show.
Raffles Instituition (aka best acedemic school in Singapore) VS United World College.
UWC won with score of 96. RI on the other side of the ball game has the bird-droppings of 4 points. amazing.
elitism bred or not bred by the singapore education system is a failed system for even our best lost hands down to some ang-moh school. i never failed to laugh at Raffle's best, trying to phrase a simple rebuttal at our eurasian counterparts who reply with enchanting ease. lousier in terms of content or not, they were easily understood unlike Raffle's kiki-kokok, unsure, no pattern kind of speech. singapore is totally uncreative and uncivilised just from the debate i saw. RI threw the debators in the air and stomped their feet like rowdy kids, chanting some retarded rafflesia cheer, then the tv switched to the UWC members of the team giving a toast to their teacher in charge for her hardwork and dedication. i was like wow.

i dont know how to phrase this in any other nicer manner but my grandma is dying. but she's driving everyone crazy with claims of missing money and stuff. no one stole anything. she wants to go doctor every hour and calls everyone all the time. she is very old already and possibly senile. no robbers entered the house. God please help her depart from us in a peaceful manner for i know her loss would occur in my house and i have never found a dead body before. scary thought but someone's gotta feel so some day.
i have always hoped to God never to let my grandma die today and i still pray so, but sometimes, i feel like i'm just extending her fate, making her and everyone around suffer more.

art-tention

grab them by ~frogboychickenrice on deviantART

my newest collection in deviantart, a series of mundane photos from magazines remixed and eternalized into a new retro feel, looking remotely like how they did before. hurray.

process>>>>>>>>>>>>

cropping off a part of a magazine,
making a simple piece look classic.
i desaturated, monochromed, displaced a lower opacity layer over original with an exclusion of cyan upon random photo. series.
create white curved border. done.

folio in and out

Do note i post multiple entries everyday so do flip back to older posts for more of the notorious Frogboy. i say that i have became fashionably stagnant. no interest in new clothes but now, interest in mixing and matching. its better for my wallet.
what is in should be neatness and perfection, plus branding yes. thats all. girls get greatest impression of you like that and jealousy abound amongst the rest.
attention should be placed on belt wearing. thick leather belts are sexy. never wear loud colourful ones yet. belt out shirt in, or shirt out? well, that depends on:

1. shirt tail length. too long = folds which you should avoid. the tucking into belt should be pompous and thick. if it ends up in a fold its unsightly and inconsistent. if your shirt length does not allow you to tuck in front and let it flow at the back, tuck the tail all in mod style.
   
2. pants level. the lower your pair of pants, the easier to manage your tucking in for the back can go all in, sides less and front more to show belt buckle. too high pants make you look noobish.
   
3. fat people should avoid tucking in altogether for excess skin issues.
4. NEVER TUCK IN YOUR SHIRT AND THEN LET THE FOLD COVER YOUR NICE BELT. ITS A STUPID THING TO DO. yup.
   

long sleeved shirts do match shorts. but roll up sleeves for balance.
jackets over long sleeved shirts are cool but never try prep in singapore, aka sleeveless pullover and tie for its puremilkish.
the color combi i'm digging now is yellow top and brown bottoms. they go so well together but i have no yellow tees, which is sad.
working leather shoes are cool. it makes your look fly above many others immediately with its presence.
jeans should now never baggy or too low. at least slightly above hip level. you should already know that.
to avoid looking too much like the emo wannabes but still wanting to adopt their cool style, you can oxymoronically

1. ensure you tuck in your shirt.
2. do everything but not to the extreme like for example, skinny but not too tapered, lacoste rather than fred perry or fin rather than a real mohawk. striped should be once in a long while etc.
   

classic leather shoes without socks seem to be in against the backdrop of formal shorts which i do not have. its worth a try. the top can be of anything. examples shown below.

ugly betty

remember this one? i did it in march 2006.









here's more:






























funny resemblances from ugly betty show and my sajc friends, rachel ho and reuben tan.

army

More prepared for worldly woes;
Less prepared for spiritual woes.

Del Mar

a beach chilled of decadence and tranquil.
lazy with audio ambient of Café Del Mar:
Telepopmusik, Moloko, Ladytron and Junior boys.
Jamiroquai, Brazilian Girls and The Knife.
Goldfrapp and Zoot Woman. Crystallizing my heartbeats
~to a standstill.

"...It's automatic." (Zoot Woman's Beyond the fray)

retro edges
linings. of the yesteryear's disco.
Gucci black-gold sunglass on
Dolce's red printed shirt under a grey knitted sweater. Burberry.
Alfred Dunhill 's parody stone.
a leather carrier by Jil Sanders
~couture explosion.

"...because you seemed to care..." (Olive's You and I)

gyrating women and also, palm trees.
a blur set against the orange, purple and yellow.
foreign touch of glamour
in the blinding sunset.
lights!
cold chandelier of the mix
and ice clinking in the glass.

"…as the feelings you get break you up." (New Young Pony Club)

the sun

falls

down dramatically

into the thin horizon

and i awake

back

(with no sweat for once)

its just Singapore again.

Not Del Mar.

6 hours in tekong now back

Today back into tekong. a visit really. did absolutely nothing there. sergents became friends and we spoke like buddies.

missed an opportunity to catch up with mitch. aww. missed ns cell too.

was reading purpose driven life today and i asked myself, "how do you see your life?". well, i would say i often see my life as a time to prove myself worldly capable and successful. but the book teaches how that is not important.

i feel this hard to conform to. after all if you begin seeing your life not as how you want it but how God wants it, it isnt 'your' life anymore but of Someone else's. i also believe that life is a game of cards where you have to play the hand you have dealt. it also admits that life is in fact unfair and for some people, living to certain expectations and requirements are much more torturous. hence my condition. not proving myself capable in this world but submitting everything to God is more than egoistical suicide.

To me, life is like a person who does not believe in me. i am here to prove to life that i am able to carry out tasks and that i can change things of this world significantly. thats my greatest source of satisfaction. good or bad that it could mean, its not what God wants.

God wants a complete change of of your mind. your entire mindset should be set upon God. i can easily agree with that but i would say that it is understandable to admit how tough it is to execute for behaving godly kills your social compass, limits your explorable terrain, trying out of what God's creations have to offer as well as causes us to possibly even behave unethically, socially wrongly or even selfish or elitist...etc.

saying life on earth is a test would make everyone afraid. its 100% 24/7 surveillence of everything you do/think/say. this noting the existance of the devils uses of opportunity, temptations, desires and traps to catch us when our guards are down or when our blood rushes to one place. life = test leaves us with zero freedom/privacy. but hey, whats there to complain as whats there to hide?

major changes, delayed promises, impossible problems, unanswered prayers, undeserved criticism, even senseless tragedies are tests. i find tis hard to believe really. everything that happened happened for a reason. now, everything that did not happen or randomly occured are now also God planned. isnt this putting double meanings to everything now. life is already complex enough.

i feel that God makes people more human. we subsequently learn to appreciate, treasure, and we would in the end gain more responsibility to the world we live in. this makes the world a better place to live.

money is an unfair test. it depends on where you live in. if you live in a rich family, it'd be of a problem as compared to being born in a poor family. still money is a test. sigh. i love money alot.

trouble

making art living

art in Singapore is almost non existant. commercialised art aka advertising is only present and often not up to international standards. i've seen smart and funny adverts in books from spain and killer designs that are killer from germany, yesterday as i visited the national library art section. singpore has yet to instil creative juices in the minds of individuals. thus the need to call for an emancipation of every singaporean's unkempt minds. i feel like i have a responsibility as a pilgrim to lead others to follow that art is of a beyond. however this is just a feeling that not necessarily can be achieved. art needs to thrive in order to make singapore a better place. maybe its the failure or flaw of lifestyle. instituitions have ruined the freedom of thought. regimentalism continues to army and thersiary. boys and girls no longer use their imagination to play with toys they own but instead they dive into virtual realities that requires no creative practice. no time no opportunity no chance or choice to experiment, create, make or change, but instead many follow, copy or even buy over. is singapore is that handicapped... i hope upon entering art school, i would attain better power and position to make right what Singpore needs today.

give me a pen and a yellow marker

death defying decisions

"the world shall come to an end soon.
whether is it you die first or the earth dies first,
it shows the temporal nature of this reality we call home.

why try so hard to please so many people?
why study and land your ass in the best institution?
why chase your dreams?
when the rich man goes to hell and Lazarus the beggar goes to heaven.

be religious.
its the best investment if:
you fear hell.
for you'd be sure you're somewhat on the right track.
you fear worldly rejection.
for worldly rejection would no longer mean anything anymore."
-rubber ducky

religious suicide

3 months of no God is religious suicide.
Thanks to army.
Not prepared.
Spiritually dead.
Dead.

Now back.
Still dead.
Bible left unopened.
Pray for me.

passed out

eating my dinner in the cook house yesterday, i reminisced all that i had went through in the fulfilling army experience and i now understand why many other boys like me will never stop talking about army.

army passing out parade was rather sad. would miss all my pals. everyone of you whom i standto with, dug the shellscrape with, bathed with, slept around with, joked and suffered along with. it was great.

although passing out without other friends who agreed they were coming was disappointing, i guessed they had their reasons... despite countless smsing to ensure they clarify with me whether they can make it or not, they never fail to give me a yes/no.

a nice srgent saw that i had no one to wear the cap on, helped me. that was nice. i went back with ting yan who had no one to wear the jockey cap on as well. we found out that jason leong's gf is drop dead. and zhen rong's (my buddy) mum is seriously TO DIE FOR. yes this sounds sick but really. now, i look at my buddy a different way now. me and ting yan listened o mp3 all the way back to jurong. i forgot this was the last time we were doing this...

my dad made me apply for ntu's art media design thingy and i did it. i didn't really like what they do there but i guess i need the degrees to be some arty person in this modern singapore...

anyway, luckily i had nat, jeanette and celest to welcome me back over dinner. on the way, we met pastor kearen going bible shopping. super funny cos we found a book with dumb knock knock jokes like:

knock knock!
who's there?
soup.
soup who?
superman!

ha.
haha.

toxic are emotions as they are but temporal.

Running running

I was reminded about the following from church today:

• We should not be too absorbed about matters of the world too much for they are too temporal. one needs to worry and invest oneself wholesomely on our eternal purpose.
• the world might just be too clever and complex for science itself.
• the greatest sin is to reject God's love. am i doing that?
• am i playing intellectual games with God?

Funny quote from August mag:
However, the problem is that God gives men a brain and a penis. and enough blood to run one at a time.
-Robbie Williams

Booking in soon all i have left is my 24km. i still am thinking of where to go for my further education as well as were i should go in army. hope i get an answer soon.

Polo and the knife

Found The Knife (Silent Shout cd) in Nurudin's store for $24.95 when HMV sells it for $49.90. hurray. i bought it. it is electronica chill mysterious lyrics and unique synthesizers. Silent Shout achieves a forbidding cold-bloodedness by melding contemporary electronic sounds with a grotesque vocal palette. Realized the lead was the singer in Royksopp's What Else is There song.

went to polo today and it was refreshing. surprised that our saint polo team still are on good terms with Issac even though he left us behind to go RJ, but i managed to have a good tight game today. i feel fit. still.

went out with kaywee and met rayner and his gf which me and kaywee agreed was bitchy to the core. rayner is so dead as a bf. arrogant piece of _____. anyway, they left for their church after a nice yong tau foo lunch.

tonight, martin's night out with tim? cheryl? kaywee? more? well i go out to celebrate their success of achieving nothing lower than a B. unlike me.

oh and visit my art site www.frogboychickenrice.blogspot for a captivating journey into the emancipation of my unkempt mind. scraps aka development work is in scraps to see how i did it.


emancipation book complete2 by ~frogboychickenrice on deviantART

I officially say that the entire Singapore does not have Black Box Rehersal!HMV out of stock. That cd shop dont have, the used cd depot dont have. gramaphone havent check but if hmv dont have, then it wouldnt too. plus,they also do not have paper route. sigh. HMV sells loquat but it costs like 43 dollars! what the hell.

anyway, results day.
happier cos i booked out then to see my results which are good as they are bad.

they are as follows.

D for economics
B for english literature
A for art art art
C6 for general paper

happy for lit and art in which are both subjects i love and hence put some effort in.
econs and gp i passed badly because of the following activities i have devoted my 2 years of my life in SAJC.

enjoy.