FLOWAH POWAH PROPS

i recently completed a project (well. only 50% if u count editing) that really took alot out of me physically.

it was a shoot for May's Newbies and i had come to the painful yet exploratory decision to hand-draw the entire prop list for the set.

yes foolish i know.

But the pent up illustrator in me (not the ADOBE kind) was just kicking and clawing so hard i had to oblige.

Inside i was just thinking "Aiyah once in awhile do something like this wont kill me la."

So i went through with it.

Spent 3 whole days just squatting and painting on the nice freezing rainbow concrete floor till 3 or 4am.

Had feet, thigh and back aches after.

But honestly, it was all worth it.

pretty no?

FlyFm DJ/Quickie Host, Zher, was especially nice and
it was very flattering to have her grace this set.

Working with her was such a breezy joy.

A male talent simply would not have worked for this concept.

Now i can sleep.

Next up, post production hell.

SATURDAY STRESSGILEBABI

Is it a mental disorder if u wake up in the morning and u are immediately hit by a feeling of anxiousness and stress on a supposed carefree Saturday?

because at this point, i really think that i have issues. SERIOUS issues.

woke up at 11am. Later than my usual wakeuptime by 2 hours. (due to a late LATE night of pent-up karaoke-ing and screamfest-ing ) started analyising things that i had wanted to do throughout the week but had absolutely NO time to execute.

and thats when it started.

The to-do's just kept hitting like a blizzardry apocalyptic meteor shower.

Cleaning la. Gyming la. Blogging la. Napping la.
These things may sound simple enough but they ALL take hours to complete. Hours which ultimately need to be planned out explicitly.

Haiyoh the technicalities and calculations i had to do to plan the order of these things. Headache also.

OK since i have woken up 3 hours late. I need to grab something to eat before gymming. Cant train if the bottomless abyss aka my tummy is empty. And I cant gym in a full stomach as well, and technically 11am is already lunch time, so, lunch 1^st. Then wait 2 hours. Then gym. In these 2 hours, I can squeeze in sometime to clean my livingroom which is still bertaburan-ed with my weeklong paint marathon residue. But if I head off to the gym I HAVE to be back by 530 cuz at 630 i need to headout to give loudsomefunsomecheers to a friend’s birthday dinner. Which only gives me about an hour or so to squeeze in a blog session here and there before the dinner. And at this point, a nap would look highly impossible unless I give up gymming. Or unless I do it at night. But a night nap wouldn’t be considered a nap anymore, that’s called sleep. Deep open-your-eyes-after-and-it’s-Sunday-already sleep.

Oh and I need to gym tmrw as well cuz my body cant really take extreme cardio and weights back-to-back. So today it would be weights. And tmrw would be cardio. I think I’m gonna die at the Energizer Night Run if I dun push my body to train like a steroid-infused hamster on a running wheel soon!

U know wat.

Screw it.

I’m taking my nap.

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BANGING BANGKOK (Part I)

Despite my very obviously enlarged nostrils (so says the colleagues) and still recuperating nose, i managed to sneak in a small trip to Bangkok to pile on the massive amounts of MCs/Leaves i took from work.

Seriously, the good doc was not holding back AT ALL in handing me MC's.
i swear in my head it was ringing "JACKPOT!!"everytime he waved one in my face.
and what crazy person would say no to those lovely, lovely pieces of paper hor?

i take la of course. Almost got into shit at the office for having so many MC's in a month.

ANYWAY

It was indeed my 1st time stepping into the land of 'sawadeekraps', ladyboys and happy ending massages and i must say i felt absurdly retarded and completely lost. most of the time.

Every corner and every turn of a signboard was like a doodle code i had to decipher to get around. And god knows how much i just LURVE a good mind boggle on a carefree holiday trip - FYI: Not at all.

This little experience has further strengthened my firm belief that i will not be able to survive in a country that does not embrace English as its main communication lingo. Yeah. It's English or perish for me.

1st thing's 1st.

In Bangkok, I ate. ALOT.

roadside bkk beef noodle. thumbs up.

coconut ice cream

egg noodles + crab

creamy sweet crunchy thingie

sweet crunchy thingie with raisins

everywhere i went i tried to stop and stare eat.
Looks funny? Stop. Buy. Eat.
Looks foreign? Hold. Purchase. Consume.

thai appetiser

chicken intestine rice roll soup

McD broccoli pie!
pretty darn good actually.

friend chicken skin heaven.
ruby red dessert.

Also, another thing i noticed at 1st scan around the city,
was their very super uber canggihfied electrical lines.

Which is literally just dangling in knot after knot along public walkways everywhere.

For some reason, I kept seeing flashes of Final Destination when i see these lines.

Other than admiring the circuits of Bangkok, i was also diverting my attention span to afew other new sights.

Like striking pink cabbies!

...which were really quite heaven sent.

It's like you can flag down one of these cabs ANYWHERE on the road at ANYGODGIVEN time and the nice cabs would stop stiff on the road for you to get in. And the best part is, the cars behind DON'T honk like the rude overpossesive overcibai-ed drivers here.

Cabs are also cheaper there compared to the cuthroat prices here.


ok fine. i'll get to my touristy shots and my touristy smiles amidst some touristy building in the backdrop soon.

MORE pics and Bangkok vents to come....