Thursday, 27 April 2006

Artsy Fartsy

T: You can't miss it! There's a giant pink box outside
W: Ooowww THAT giant pink box! (I wonder how I missed that!)

Thi was kind enough to invite me and friends to her art exhibition and I was thrilled at the thought at gandering at other art student's work because I've always been keen at art. Unfortunately I haven't had the opportunity to fully express it. Who knows - I could be a 'Leonardo Da Vinci' and I didn't even know it!

Of course to be an artist, you have to be weird. Conforming to standards is not in their vocabulary.
Thi is pretty normal compared to me

Artists are always thinking outside the square so you can't help but be interested in the peculiar ways they they express their ideas and feelings.This reminded me of 'The Ring' for some reason

Below are my favourite exhibits. These workshop equipment were made with cardboard. The attention to detail was amazing - it even had cobwebs!

This was Thi's work of art. Nice ay?
Although it felt like I've seen this lamp before :P

Even in the toilets there was artwork

The student's work ranged from the practical..
A comfy cabinet to sit on!
To the downright bizarre!!
This image will haunt you for many nights

I guess everybody has their own tastes.
Great impressionists: Anh, Will, Thi, Vi and Tricia

Wednesday, 26 April 2006

Dearest Chelsea

My dearest Chelsea,

A lot of things has been happening to me right now and this has meant that I haven't been able to spend much time with you.

It saddens me because I want to spend time with you, but I can't.

Chelsea, I need you to know that I still care about you.

I'll always treasure the times we've had. The times when we talked about everything (well.. I did most of the talking..). The times when we'd walk on the beach and watch the sunset. And we'll always have our special place in the park. I look forward to more happy memories with you in the future.

I'm still here for you my best friend.
I'm still here.



Sunday, 23 April 2006

My Ikea Drawers

I've finally decided to get a set of drawers to put all my personal stuff, art stuff, CDs and adult DVDs in. And for me, the best place to get furniture is in Ikea.
Inside Ikea you will find lots home related stuff. All items great and small
Its hard to walk out of the store without buying anything

I like Ikea because I think their products are neat, are of good quality and it doesn't cost an arm and a leg. My brother and sister think otherwise. They think some of the items are cheap-nasty.

I thought this lamp looked like a cheap-nasty immitation :P

Furniture quality relies heavily on how it's built. Because you build pretty much everything you buy in Ikea - the quality of the final product is dictated by how well you assemble the pieces and how good you are with reading instructions with no words.
I swear there was something rude about the instructions. The smile on their faces was worrying
Viola! Finished product. Took me 2 hours to assemble this.

It feels good having completed the drawers. My room looks a lot more organised and 'special' interest items are no longer floating around everywhere.

But I think the best part of this whole exercise were the hotdogs from Ikea. Two for me, none for you :)

Tuesday, 18 April 2006

This is me Then

Ever felt that you didn't quite fit in with the crowd?

I drew this self portrait of me a few years ago.
Thankfully I don't feel like this anymore.

I'm a possum now.

Friday, 14 April 2006

My Huge Egg

Thank you to my friends Lisa & Alvin who gave me (its mine only!) an Easter egg this Easter holiday.

Its huge! It will probably take me more than 5 minutes to finish it :)

Its Good friday right now, so fasting and abstinence is the word.

No chocolate eggs for me yet

Of course its not the biggest egg out there. That goes to this egg.
Belgian chocolate maker Guylian has made this egg with 1950kgs of chocolate.

Obviously the bigger the egg, the bigger the chick (or rabbit?) that laid it right?. I got my penguin to incubate it. Hopefully it will hatch into choc chicks that can get me more choco eggs.

side note Can somebody tell me why rabbits are included in the whole Easter celebration thing? What has rabbits got to do with it? Is it because they multiply a lot - that means offspring and life?

Thursday, 13 April 2006

Taxi Driver Story #2

I needed another taxi ride to get to the other campus. Met another colourful taxi driver :)

***Radio playing "You can't Manufacture a Miracle" By Robbie Williams

Gary: *tapping feet*
Will: ....
Gary: *tapping feet and taps steering wheel like drum*
Will: ....
Gary: *tapping feet, tapping steering wheel and bobs head with beat*
Will: ...
Will: *eyes open wide, heart rate doubles. Looks at driver without moving head*
Will: *looks at door - it's not locked.. phew!.. I can still jump out!!*

Actually Gary was a sincerely nice guy. He kinda looked like Steve Martin with his white hair and smiley face. His sudden karaoke performance just surprised me that's all. But I did join him in singing the next chorus :P

Gary and I got into a conversation after the song. We saw a convoy of horse-mounted policemen and our conversation drifted to horses. Gary used to be a professional horse jockey. He shared his horse riding moments and told me that he hasn't been on a horse for a long time. His 18 year stint was because he promised his daughter the next time he'll go horse riding, it'll be with her. She's very sick he said.

Will: So is it hard to be a jockey?
Gary: Naahh. Not really. You need to do a bit of training but it's not hard. It's like riding a bike. See, there's two key things that's important in horse riding. One of them is rhythm. You need to be able to go with the horse when they're going at their fastest. They go about 30 miles per hour you see. The other thing is confidence. Its like this driving this taxi.. or anything else. You need to have confidence in your skill because your safety and the safety of others are on your hands. That's why you need to believe in yourself because so many others depend on you.
Will: *nod in approval*

Tuesday, 11 April 2006

Brownie Points with My Muffins

A friend of mine has weekly dinner party that I attend. I went for a few weeks and felt guilty that I didn't contributing to the dinners. I pretty much just showed up and ate... then went home. So when given an opportunity, I volunteered to cook dessert. I told them I felt guilty for not contributing to the menu (but really I just wanted to show off and score brownie points with the ladies) hehehehe.

Big problem I encountered was that the recipe of the really yummy muffins I made two years ago has gone missing. So I had to find another recipe. I found one, but the dinner was the next day and I had no idea what this recipe tasted like!

So I hastily worked on the Rolo muffin recipe to make sure that I'm not going to be serving the ladies I'm trying to impress poison.
Now Rolo muffins are just ordinary choc muffins with Rolos inside. In case you didn't know what Rolos were, they are just little choc capsules filled with caramel
Nothing special with how you make it. Usual self-raising flour, butter, egg, milk, eye of newt, frogs legs and mandrake root kind of recipe.

Of course, I wouldn't be a guy if I didn't make a mess. So I purposely opened the sugar bag so that it spilt all over the counter. Which was good because the sugar that spilt filled half a cup - exactly what I needed! Waste not want not right?

One thing I didn't expect was the muffins to burst. All the caramel goodness flowed out so some of the muffins lost their caramelly filling :(You cant win them all
So after frosting them, they looked like these!
Viola - Rolo muffins ala Project Will!
It looked so good I had to stop people from taking it!!

Everything turned out great. Out of ten guests only a few had upset stomachs and only one needed to be hospitalised :)

Sunday, 9 April 2006


"Feeling a bit of a breeze down there?"

It couldn't be helped! I was rushing because my KFC order should've been ready by then. Rather than waiting in the counter, I figured I had time to visit the men's room and do my business and wash my hands.

In my mad rush of doing up my fly, one of the teeth links fell off - disenganging the interlocking thingy jiggy and permanently leaving my fly open. Yikesss!!!
Thankfully I discovered it first!! So I untucked my shirt and was able to go about my day without anyone noticing. Little did the unsuspecting public know! Now I'm sharing this secret with the whole world- Bwuahahahaha. I'm such an exhibitionist (and sad-sack as well) :P

By the way, for those who don't know XYZ stands for "eXamine Your Zipper". Its a subtle way of telling someone that their zipper is open :)

Moral of the story:
1) Its never good to rush in the toilets - Have you guys seen Something About Mary? 'nuf said
2) Don't go to KFC - Place is full of ultra yummy and addictive chicken pieces that will clog your arteries
3) You get what you pay for - the jeans were dirt cheap
4) Never trust a guy with an un-tucked shirt and a smile on his face

Friday, 7 April 2006

Leederville Hotel

It was suppose to be a quiet night. A quiet, simple dinner to catch up on things.
The boys making fun of my Pug keychain

But thanks to two bottles of wine, the night turned out a lot more interesting than my pug keychain!
We had dinner at Siennas, drinks at Jeff's place, then headed to Leederville Hotel for some bump' n grind before crawling back to Jeff's for more 'after party' party. Phew - all this during a weeknight! hahaha (I felt like the stuff you flush down the toilet at work the next day).

We had an AWESOME time.
Walking back from the club, we met Dez in his new (but old) Porshe. Nice Dez!!!
And how could I forget this vixen?Hehehehe.
Is that my arm around her? I think she's still upset at me. hahaha :P

It was one of those nights that we didn't plan to have a good time, but ended up having the bestest time ever.

Sunday, 2 April 2006

The Room That Was

My room a month ago.
The mess was because we've just moved houses.

Living in room like this was stressful. Things I looked for I couldn't find, things I'm not looking for were scattered everywhere. My FHM magazine collection was nowhere to be found and this stressed me out big time. I think I developed a bald patch from the worry.

But what irritated me the most was the concrete floor. There were delays in the construction so we couldn't get carpet or wooden floors for several months. The concrete floor meant that it didn't matter how many million times I swept, licked or vacuumed the floor, it was forever dusty. This was the worst - the dust!

Every time I put on my dark trousers for work, it would skim the concrete floor and leave dusty marks near feet end of my pants. All my black trousers are now grey near the shoes.

Then there was the stuffy nose in the morning. Every time I slept, I would unconsciously inhale cement dust. No wonder I get pebbles every time I blow my stuffy nose!

But the most annoying part is that when I'm eating in my room and I accidentally drop the food on the floor. Even applying the 12-second rule (or the higher class 3-second rule) wouldn't help the dust coating my food. Barbeque chicken is just not the same with cement dust. Not the same.

If only cement was a little bit more salty.