YYAY.

God has blessed me many a time over and over.

1. i lost my wallet and it was retuned by a couple who ate at the kopitiam.

2.my computer crashed and it initially looked really really bad BUT my dad managed to fix it.

3. He gave me opportunities to do art!

yay.

ooo exciting..

I received an email:

Hi Guys,

Shahrin here from Phish Comms, we,ve been working with NAC in coordinating the upcoming NOISE showcase which scheduled to open on 5 March at Far East Plaza. You have been shortlisted to work on 3 towers which will act as the starting installation of the exhibition. 

Basically, each of you will have a tower each to work on. Each tower is 1m X 1m and 2.38m tall, which means each person will have 4 sides to design on from top to bottom. You will be given a period of 2 days next weekend (28 Feb & 1 Mar) to work your design onto the towers. Though because of venue constrains, you would have to prepare these towers at the contractors warehouse in Bukit Batok. Timing can be flexible if you alert us early, so if there are any special requirements, please do let us know via email this weekend or call us on Monday.

What we also need from you by Monday, apologies for the rush, there are many things being arranged also so please understand, is you list of required art materials for us to order in time so it arrives by Friday 27 Feb latest. Also due to time constraints, we are only able to order acrylic paints, markers and spray paints along with brushes. Again, if anyone of you require something special, please also let us know by Monday.

Attached is a rendering of what the towers should look like, at least, but hopefully way better looking at the artworks that you all have created for submission. Just ignore the dimensions on the picture attachment.

Thank you.

how exciting!

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Sigh been really lazy to blog. ok some stuff to thank God for. its true. finally my name in print. although i prefer my art to be the things in print, not my words that i can admit are not always what i am as a person. but more like feelings i observe people have when i sit around... i still enjoy the thrill of writing and exploring the art of expression using the constraints of what language can provide. it thrills me  all the time if i have read or written something that sounds good.

in any case, i am recommending you to buy not vol. 1 but vol.2 of this book below. it's really good. not because im in it but really the stories i have read so far are good. 

din really like the first or the 3rd but the 2nd one had the most beautiful grasp of english. the story is just abt this niccotine addict lady's relationship with a boy in the bus. i like the way this girl was able to set out the bounderies of the reality she tries to create. a mark of a true writer. beyond me. it is an edgy story, refreshing. 

the contents

my hard cover edition. free. only 25 in the world!

the first thing i bought with the borders book voucher. with kaywee's help!

3 movies. 

can't wait to watch!

chapter 25

unfinished story. just something i felt i should leak.

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...He walked through the dark, his drunken stupor almost knocking into the table stand that carried a flower pot. His head was swimming. It was the latest he had been out with her and Mr Jones was already asleep. He wanted to leave but realised his sweatshirt was still on the chair in Jessica’s bedroom. He used his phone to illuminate the area as he navigated his way through the furniture as silently as possible because Jessica was asleep.

She was so silent when she slept. And somewhat also very beautiful. His distraction caused him to knock onto something and it fell.

“Andrew?” a soft voice that sounded like smoke weaved through the air softly. “ You are still here.”

“I just need to get my sweater I left in your room.”

Thoughts of how the sweater ended up there filled the space and feelings resurfaced.

“Come here.” She whispered again.

He hesitated but eventually squatted beside her bed. From the glow of his handphone, he realised her eyes were glistening wet.

She stroked his cheek with the back of her index finger.

 “I remember the every first time we saw each other Andrew. In my mother’s bedroom. When my mum, your psychiatrist was in the toilet… When you looked up. I could see it in your eyes. Your eyes. They linger longer than a second after they meet mine. There is a drag caused by a thought. A thought like love. Isn’t it?”

Silence on his part.

“And I also remember when I was suntanning topless 3 weeks ago, you were looking at me with a smile.”

“I wasn’t.”

“You were across the pool. I knew you were looking at me. Don’t deny it I know you will not admit it well let me tell you something. I don’t normally suntan topless. I wanted to let you see my beautiful breasts. I want you to think of me more. do you know how much my life is planned around yours these days?” As she laid down, her fingers crumpled into his hand and she brings it to her face and holds it tight.

“Do you know how many times your face had put me to sleep? I imagine my own touch as your touch. You are the kind of person I can lie in bed and think about all night long, smiling. Recalling the way you stirred the cereal or that time you laughed aloud when I said something funny to dad. That smile. With my eyes closed, there you are staring back at me. That very look I saw and treasured and believed so passionately about.”

She now touched her heart and a tear trickled down her cheek. Andrew’s stomach churned. “My heart. It’s fluttering. You should feel it.” She pulled his arm that was now limp by her words to her chest. He felt the throbbing deep within her soft skin. It was hard and frantic. She looked into his eyes, searching for his response. But his hand just fell slowly back to his side.

She grabbed his fingers before it fell.

“Jess. I need to go now.”

“Don’t go.”

He muffled a sigh and glanced at the door that was ajar.

“Kiss me.”

 Turning back, he flipped a loose tuft and planted a little kiss on her cheek. Hher grip loosened at that instant.

He left. Little did he know that that very little gesture was read and reread and worshipped by her.

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LAME! shut up. it's a 20000 word story.