"or uhhuh ai-bloody-mee." - 57%elizabethhurley86

Sometimes, I think we've got strange, hard-to-intepretate art forms that seems to strive more on getting themselves heard, than anything else because old, familiar traditional art forms are close to extinction and no longer appreciated. We are too caught up with other forms of living and our pragmatism just kills the simple enjoyment of old art forms altogether. You didn't have to be arty-farts to appreciate the art forms of the past that used to be just a past time. See, progress is an evil thing.

I could go on with this new theory that I realised after a fantastic coffee session this afternoon with Ezzam, this hilariously funny performance artist/film-maker/Singapore Idol contestant (he's a self confessed anti-RealityTVer, ironically. But you may just see him crying in the audition when it airs this May. And my god he sang a Disney song for crying out loud. "How gay is that?'' he said. Oh yes, he got through to the next round. ) all round Jack of All trades and my former art tutor Larry and his wife.

But it's back to work tomorrow, it's 1am and it's a bloody long week ahead.

Saturday's Poptart was fun, fun, fun. Read Belle's. I could go on but it's back to work tomorrow, it's 1am and it's a bloody long week ahead.