11.05.2003

went for miss thiang's friend's open gallery today with edward and a bunch of other people from atwo. it's been awhile since i found myself in an art gallery. and it was fun. for me at least. the furnitures and art pieces looked exactly straight out of home and decor. i guess i'd never be able to afford them. but one day, i swear i will buy home a piece and hang it on my living room wall. but then again, i may be the one selling them. but the gallery guy said alot of things i thought was really real about arts in singapore. ultimately, people here do not appreciate visual arts that much as of people from other places. people in paris pay instalments for art pieces. they buy them like we buy our zaras or stussies. a part of my ambition was to be a pop artist. like roy lichenstein or warhol. or do collaborations with mambo like those japanese artists.

alright i just bored the hell out of you.
moving on to several self-ranting. i need a shitload of money. i need quickbuck. asking for increase in allowance is a definite no-no. it's either i get it myself or i starve to death in my hougang home. i can save up. but knowing me, i'd probably just spend them all up in a jiffy at old chang kee. but i really need moolah. i need to go club. i need a new wardrobe. i need an ipod. i need a digicam.

woes behold upon the jobless freak. perhaps later, i may stumble upon a wallet full of notes. or i should just paint and sell at the flea market at clark quay? someone suggested selling my bottom. good idea? no? i think i should charge all those whom i did blog designs, teeshirts and henna.

ohmygootness. i can smell the ipod.

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