YAYYYYY!! I just received the Yashica gsn electro camera I bought on ebay. Looks real neat, but have yet to finish the roll of film. It's pretty heavy and solid looking. can't wait to take photos of the new room at Hillview and develop them.

Very out of the world blog on art "the artist and his model"
with pretty disturbing artworks ---

I was given the role of the model for today's photography outing. Kinda felt bad not turning up for the morning's session (karate watermelon smashing-not my area of interest really) so I agreed to be the guinea pig. The set up and poses are so tacky that it was actually hilarious (in my mind that is). At least Biddy's poses under our dear Mr Lim's retro guidance turned out to have a 70s local glam feel. When I looked at myself in the LCD display, I can only guffaw. Vincent as well as the organizer, Benny, shot non-stop (does this correlate with their sex-drive? why did i even think of this?)and usually in my face (erm) while the other 2 lonely ppl were shoved to the back. Such self centred behaviour will not be condoned. When V asked me to look at him and stop looking at the other cam, I drawled, "Why should I, You are not very nice to look at." He stopped being cheeky. My sarcasm never fails me but only to the most hardcore. I was waiting for the rest to say something for an hour and finally Mr Tryingcornypickuplinesasconversationstarters fumed, "You get to make models smile at you and all I do here is adjusting lights for you." It's funny that these near middle age men have the kiddo instinct forever etched in their genetic database. But....he still gets shoved to the back. Anyway I was so tired I sprawled on the floor for the final poses. Being a classy model is definitely never me. They promised to find me a male model next time so I can join in the shooting. That commence the after-shoot sabotaging amongst the cameramen....

I realized that lotsa ppl in my workplace are starting to have colours on their hair when I went back for meeting. It's still kinda cold and lonely. I'm feeling sick from this workplace virus.

Very happening sounding group I hear from their website
http://www.one-two.info/
which I came across on the Manchester art scene website



I am surprised to see Jon Burgerman listed as well. HE does very cool and insane illustrations.

I was walking out of sch feeling stressed and deflated when a girl shouted from within the compound "Miss Tan, still remember me?" I should be the one asking that since ppl usually take a long time to recognize me with another hairstyle. "You cut your hair ah, very nice!" She was the extremely sweet chairperson from my previous class. "Thanks. I think that's the best hair," and I only realize Colin was right about my ironic nature when I added, "but teachers cannot colour hair so I'll darken it when school starts." Just an hour ago, her other teacher commented I looked a bit "funky" with the colour bit which stands out a little "too much". Irony again. She just stood there smiling and replied, "No lah, it's nice. Don't dye it back." I smiled and strolled off to reconnect with Padres on my earphone for the 8th time today.

Biddy took me to the symbolic "Blk 925" coffeeshop tonight and we discovered some awesome popiah! Those are the tightly rolled ones that don't fall apart no matter how clumsy I am with crunchy crackers embedded in them. I was smsing her how different I feel with a spunky haircut; almost alive. Kris got me addicted to snow-white mozarella and I found them in cold storage.

Some mundane report for today's happenings:

I went to Kristina's place to try developing the image taken with my cardboard pinhole camera. Totally overexposed but the 2nd layer of paper underneath the 1st has something visible and thats the brand logo of the box ahhahahaah. Kris was right, and I thought it was a ghost. Colin & Kris' place is just so photogenic: lantana floating in a small jar of water, black & white photos of jeans on the chair, light falling on the potted plant, paintings done by artist relatives hanging on the wall, shadows cast by the solitary chair, wallpaper of indigineous prints, the occasional little bird resting on the plant looking for nectar. Their place has a life of its, spun by the sweet love between the 2 owners. I spent 4 hrs in the toilet turned dark room and learned quite a lot of cool techniques from her. Of cos, I have to ask her how they met and girltalk stuff. I'm just very nosey and she's not tired of telling the story for the 100th time to a new person. Colin was listening to stuff from the 80s Brit Post-punk on his audiophilic hifi system (this is so him, Kris commented), reminescent of his home. That was too long a time to spend in the dwelling of lovebirds.
Thus, I flew swiftly out and headed towards Orchard road for a bus home. It would be cool to experiment with renting a place with another person and invite frens over to work on hobbies. But I lack the confidence; not ready for this. I know I'm going to become more nonchanlant if this doesnt work out the way I envisioned it and then I'll lose hope. Pessimisism god tells me we'll end up squabbling over mundane issues like bills and chores. I'm just a kid who won't grow up.

Nat recommended me this hairdresser from Hair Inn and it was the best and cheapest hair cut + highlight job I ever had. Goes well with the tan I got from the endless running ard with the students under the killer sun.

I found yet another cover of Joy Division's Ceremony by Galaxie 500. It's a slower version closer to Curtis' demo version. The other 2 were Xiu Xiu and Planet Bee. Planet Bee's is the best so far. Can't help feeling a little dark tonight. Ron Sexsmith is so gorgeously sad.