Where to find me

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Trying to find a way to market and sell an Idea

I am a new member and here recently I came up with some ideas that I would like to market and possibly produce for sell. They involve creating bookmarks to sell in bookstores along with a printed and laminated cheat sheet of world famous artists. I have contacted Barnes and Nobles for possible results and I am wondering if I am going about this the right way. If there are any suggestions please feel free to write.

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Fusion

I share this thing with nm that no one else will understand.

On a physical level, he's patient with me and he knows how to give me space and respect, and the time for me to let me venture (haha)at my own pace. No force, nothing pressurizing, just very mutual. Four years of sharing fluids don't just go to waste like that. nm is a creature of habit, and therefore, same for the girlfriend. Synchronising is an understatement, knowing how each other respond just brings it to the next level. Who says sex gets boring after awhile? Then you probably haven't have enough exposure to internet, magazines rental shops and Condomaniacs. Or the brains just not working hard enough. Or the hormones are changing into reverse gears. Or something else.

On a social level, we don't see eye to eye with stuff our friends do. But we are on the same social platform and there is this unspoken understanding between us and our friends. We keep our side of the street clean. Although drama is just across the road, we share critics gossips and sentiments like an old couple. When the drama sweeps its way to our side of the street, it's up to us on how to clean up the mess, how long it'll take and how to go about it. The people on the other side of the road can't hear our whisperings. They don't know and it's okay. At least we know the same people. Doesn't feel like I'm on Venus and he's from Mars. That maybe we are just living on Earth with the tyrant and psychopath of a f****r.

On a financial level, okay this is a whole new dynamic. But yes I admitted we had an argument once about footing the cab fare and stuff but looking back, seemed rather couple-ish to discuss/argue/bicker about money eh. As if all grown up and financially indepedent. But so not we are/were. We dont do extravagant things together, we make plans, come up with a budget, starve/work and save to do that one thing special together. It's fucking sweet. Like we fucking earn this goddamn son of a bitch thing together. Together.

On an emotional level, there are just the both of us in this whole damn fucking shite alone. I take pride in the fact that we depend on each other solely on issues un-mentionable here. Families, educations, past-flings/dates, peer pressure. I dont know how, but his patience never waver, and his tone so calm and reasons so sane he can talk me out of something and put stupid ideas in my head that look brilliant, and how he could put himself in my shoes and feel/think for me.

I love the fact that we are black and yellow, it's like some sort of danger warning color combi? We are as different as North and South Poles, we speak different languages, our strengths, a safety net and flaws, some sort of endearment, they complement each other, and how to say? Complete us.

Our differences from each other, and difference from everyone else, make us unique.

Do You Believe In Re-incarnation????????

Hello

Hello.  I just wanted to introduce myself informally... the about me section is a little stiff.  I prefer being called Steph... or Most Beautius Queen of the Universe... whatever floats your boat.  I really am passionate about persuing my dreams, and I hope that this will be a good place to start.  I have had alot of trouble figuring out just what it is I want to do... sometimes its hard to tell the difference between yourself and the you others see.   I don't know if anyone out there shares my feelings on that one.  But, regardless... it happens.  Right now I am majoring in something... something I am not sure I even want to do.  The problem is I am not sure that I DON'T want to do it either.  Otherwise I would just change it.  I guess I have somethinking to do.  Talk later.  

Steph

Celtic Arts

Art Supplies

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"it is darkest before dawn."

I could use this to try to pyscho myself each time something bad happens that it's not going to last. That was Leon's advice. But (L)eon, I think I had hoped too much.

My heart feels like a ton of crumpled rock pieces. I haven't really like really really felt this way in a long time. Back to the (o)ld self. Maybe happiness wasn't what God have in mind for me. I can't even explain it, because to explain, I need to think about the issue, reflect about it and weigh the consequences and evaluate the situation. Which of course, is too much for me, my little weathered heart to handle anymore.

Not a(n)ymore please.

Results out on Friday. It's not lik(e) how it used to be, anxiety, tears of anxiety, tears of desperation and helplessness, restlessness and panick written all over me. Now it's just a sense of foreboding that is annoying the shite outta me. I want to get rid of. I needed an assurance, given the situation back 3 years ago. Now, it has boiled down to just me and the liberty that comes with age.

I know alot of us would like to curl up in a feta(l) position in a corner and squeeze their eyes really tight and wait til the storm is over. But I rather get up, face the world, pretend that nothing happened and let the day runs its course without your dark cloud hindering. Beats facing the darkness I see in my head and conjuring up all the negativit(y) I can come up with.


Yes.



"want to swim away but don't know how
sometimes it feels just like i'm falling in the ocean
let the waves up take me down
let the hurricane set in motion
let the rain of what i feel right now...come down
let the rain come down

where is the coastguard
i keep looking each direction
for a spotlight, give me something
i need something for protection
maybe flotsam junk will do just fine
the jets, i'm sunk, i'm left behind
i'm treading for my life believe me
how can i keep up this breathing

not knowing how to think
i scream aloud, begin to sink
my legs and arms are broken down
with envy for the solid ground
i'm reaching for the life within me
how can one man stop his ending
i thought of just your face
relaxed, and floated into space"

Where did the time go?

Wow I just realized it has been quite a while since I posted to my blog.  I have been keeping busy.  When I am not at work school takes up a good chunk of my time.  I have also been exploring some new mediums in art:  watercolor and stained glass.  I actually saw a show on TV about a stained glass artists.  I was so interested in what she did that I went out a few weeks later and bought myself some startup supplies.  I haven't created anything that I feel is web worthy yet, but I'm getting there.  Watercolor and glass are completely new to me and it will take some time for me to produce some quality work.  In the meantime, I am having a great time with my attempts.                                                                         

Body Worlds 3

 

The human body has always been a source of inspiration for artists worldwide. However, not many have seen what the body is like underneath the skin – even fewer have been able to accurately portray a person like so in art (not considering those who specialize in biologically accurate illustrations for textbooks and the like, of course). I had the honour to view a most interesting exhibition late last year at the Telus World of Science called Body Worlds 3, which took human bodies and transformed them into pieces of artwork and excellent models to study and learn about biology with.

I was greatly inspired, and I feel as though the experience has influenced my artwork and perhaps even altered my artistic style. This exhibition defies social taboos and technological limitations to help us understand our own biological and physical make up. It was and still is a topic of fierce debate, but discussion about its ethical value does not interest me.

What caught my attention the most about this specific exhibition was the artistic aspect. Only as I toured the exhibition did I realize how marvelous and intricate the human body truly is and even then, how artistic it is as its own. I was quite surprised to find that even with the muscles and organs exposed, the human body is still aesthetic and graceful.

Plastination is a fascinating concept, and to be able to see bodies perfectly preserved was quite the experience. It was almost difficult to believe that the specimens were real human bodies. Some specimens were almost like sculptures, but there are others that were even more interesting than the bodies arranged in varying poses placed around the exhibition hall. One such specimen was the arterial corrosion cast, also called “The Thinker.” It was interesting to see a person’s shape from afar, but also be able to see an intricate system of vessels forming small patterns when examining it closely. Another interesting specimen was “The Skateboarder.” The person’s body was twisted into a strange yet beautiful position and shape, and the strain visible on the tendons and muscles makes it seem almost alive.

I am convinced to one day create a sculpture that looks as realistic as the plastinated bodies – and to learn to draw anatomy better so that in the future I can create art that can both educate and fascinate. I believe that the most perplexing and thought provoking part of the exhibit is the fact that it was almost like one is looking at a mirror. That such impressive things exist in one’s own body invokes a feeling of awe and renews the interest in oneself and in self-discovery. Seeing humans in this light was different and intriguing, and I believe it gave me a finer understanding of human anatomy and the beauty of our existence.

 

Old Man Turns Twenty

Four days ago on Monday the Boy turns twenty.

Wow.

I wowed about him growing old and almost hitting the 21 soon.

I wowed about how this has made me look back and realised that I've wished him ever since we were 17 (or issit 16?)

I wowed at how we both had aged and grew together and how much had happened between the both of us and we both are still one piece each. And now a piece together, though I find us rather dysfunctional, hormoned-driven, happy and temperamental, loving yet independent (yes right?) couple.

I wowed because I know I will wish him Happy Birthday every year, even if we don't end up together, even if we ended up marrying someone else, even if we both leave Singapore and have our own different kids. I know he'll always be the treat if not the dessert if not the main course, and affair would be most likely.

I wowed because all these years I love him despite everything and love him more because each time I thought I lost him to my own folly he took me back and love me more, making us both feel like nothing is impossible to overcome. There are no walls too high or sea too deep or currents so strong we can't swim, whatever. Haw haw.

I wowed because I remembered surprising him once at Wisma Atria's Quiksilver shop when I purhcased him a top for his birthday and he turned back with a knowing smile and a look that says i-know-there's-something-up-your-sleeve. I remember so many other saddening and happy incidents too.

I wowed at us, at how we started in the good old days, us in boardshorts (you still wear them out) and roxy and quiksilver tees and reeking of young teenage-ness and morphing into what we both are now.

I wowed at then when we were only schoolkids, and you smsed me once when you were having a biology test during ConCamp, asking me about female's period cycle and what-nots. I remembered me helping you cheat that test. I remembered you sneaking out of con camp and me out of geog rememdial to strip the schoolkids label to don the role of skanky and scandalous in movie theatres.

I wowed at how now we are working and meeting up is no longer like how it used to be in the past but we made it all worthwhile somehow, how it makes me feel funny in my chest thinking how we stepped out of school into the next world.

I wowed at how much you know about me and vice versa and how we spill our guts and hearts in the night, in each other arms and knowing vulnerabilty is no longer the fearful first thought but gratitude and love are what we both are to each other.

I wowed at everything we had and have, at all of these and I just wanna tell you how much I love you and I wish you a Happy Birthday and hopefully I can do so in the same role, til we discuss about grandkids's university admissions.

I wow at the thought of it.

I wowed at this mushy entry and at whatever that we both had bear our marks on.

I love you Boss.

Wow.

The Pattern Project

We were introduced our first project last week in painting class. The project: create a painting using pattern. The sketches developed slowly and, after much inner deliberation, I left the ultra-emotional ideas and went with this one: undies, shorts, and shirts on a clothesline. I added some clouds, houses that resemble a picket fence and birds. The issue I have faced with this project is it is nothing like anything I have ever created. I suppose that is what the project is for, but it's difficult to abandon your style and create something you aren't truly invested in. I am finding myself hating the piece, then adoring it; standing back farther and painting over everything previously painted. So, here's the progress:

I like the salty smell of my Stinking Stockings

I think acting has done this guy alot of damage. He didn't look so baaaad in the latest 007 movie and just when I thought he does have the fugly-man sex appeal I think this picture says it all. Haw Haw. But we both are quite sad fuckers, we both have almost no eyebrows to boot. For that I stand by DC but his nose is disturbing.

Regina my (ex-Emirate wealthy by flying but now just broke and horny) colleague at Shang mentioned that scrubbing your eyebrows when you are cleansing your face works. The brows will grow. But I've no idea man, normally when I wash my face it's inclusive of my non-existant brows, so HOW NOW BROWN COW does anyone have any brilliant idea to help me grow bush on my eyebrows? Pretty pleasee. Spells are welcome too. Haw Haw. Reggie has the same prob too, so you would see the both of us drawing eyebrows in the changing room and trying to hide my (how to hide?) breasts from her clutching hands. She wants to see my tits. Honestly, I'm speechless and bit freaked out. But we both have similar fetish though HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! Shang-system works like a school, but that would be reserved for days to discuss when I have nothing to blog about.

Oh yes anyone read trent and about the article of MJ having serious thoughts of converting to Muslim. I found that rather amusing, not cos of the religion but the doubtful fact that he actually has a religion to convert out of. Hahaha. Personally, I find it rather offending. If he has enough faith in God he probably wont have such a bad rep getting into trouble with the law and converting doesnt show much of a Christian he is to me (not that I am any sort better to judge) and how's that going to make him a better Muslim? It's not like subcribing to cable or broadband. So if your Starhub cable isn't working as well and you want to switch to Singtel Broadband, it's rather trivial and probably better. But religion( in my most ignorant state of mind) doesnt seem to work that way. But there again my parents were Buddhists before they converted to Christians after me.

So I don't really know what I am talking about now.

By the way, there was once I was working at the Blu Bar at Shang as a barmaid (is there any way to better describe my job?) there was a couple, a really youthful looking lady in her fiftes who looks like she is barely 35 and her husband with his head wrapped up in Turban, who is younger than her. He is the Chief Pilot and trainer at SIA I think. And they invited the whole bar crew to their house for supper after work once. YES, I KNOW. Alot of things went through my head when my colleague threw me this load of gossip. But I wished I was working there then so I can make friends with her and make her spill her secret to her beauty and check out her taitai house.

You have no idea how envious I get when I see these interracial couples who made it to marriage. I let myself think it's impossible, but looking at them you wont be able to tell if they had religious or racial probblems when getting married and I wonder how was it like on their wedding day. Oh wells. I miss Him alot now, his dad isn't making our lives any easier but there is nothing we can do about it. So if your parents are the supportive kind, please dont rub salt in my wound. ): Anyway I got this half-price deal at Video EZ anyone who doesn't have a social life wants to rent anything please contact me. Hahahahaha. I'm kidding. About the no life thing. But VideoEZ should be thriving in business right? Sorry I lost the point I was trying to say. But personally I thought it was brilliant that I got the deal! Anyone else who received the offer on sms too? Anyway I rented two for the price of one!!! (obviously) but seriously getting a cheap deal nowadays cheers me up no end. I'm damn housewife and ahsoh now right, except the idea doesnt really fit anytime soon. I plan to rent as much as I can before 11Feb, so guys, you know if you have ignored me for awhile and wants to watch vids you know who to call and buy coffee for now. Just dont be an ass and run away with the vids.

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Dont think anyone would actually rent from me, but please join the ahsoh gang!

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Guess who!

Open for commission

Hi guys Im open for commission again right now for a short period of time. I got little time on my hands just finish a piece and im ready to start another one.

Send me a message we can start working on your piece

here are some pictures of my most recent work feel free to check them out

thanks

Abril Andrade

*Information about commissions:

I am available for commissions on a limited basis. It depends on the project, the time frame, and the subject matter.

Please look through my portfolio and familiarize yourself with my style. I can give you some ideas, or you can give me yours!

 

~Please note~
I dont make replicas/reproduction of my art work, i can work on something similar to a past painting but not esactly the same.
I dont like to put myself in the position of copying another painting piece by piece so please dont ask for reproductions.

I do all of my work in acrylics and oil base creme

I work on stretch canvas

(Portraits are subject to my interpretation and my style, Please look through my portfolio and familiarize yourself with my style.

I am a big eyed artist which means all my work is based on big eyes.

 

For payment, I require 50% up front, and 50% upon completion, You are very welcome to pay in full but i leave that up to you.

Additional costs such as shipping will be added to the total.

I accept money orders, and paypal

Please contact me ASAP 
you can reach me here
-- http://www.myspace.com/zachiel

School

I have finished up my first few weeks of school.  I am taking classes online.  Online classes are a new thing for me.  I am still getting used to it.  It feels really good to be back in school.  I had some financial problems last year and had to quit school for almost a year.   I really would have liked to use that time to earn credits, but I'm back in school now and that is what is important.

Heres comes the pain again

10:05PM-FRIDAY-JANUARY-21-2007

DIFFICULTIES Coming EveryWhere & everywhere no 1 way left from which difficulties is not coming & the only Music is left that make me feel Good means feels like i am in my past with my great Memories but its not real its fake.My father have over 3Lacks Rupees of leased & theres still no way to generate income & we
all (specially me) are veryy worried about it, for me its seemed to be that its all gone & nothing is left & happiness would never be came & all i can say is that 
"What if i were not in this world"  -- "wat if i could not born".......
                                                 "HERES COMES THE PAIN AGAIN FALLING FROM THE STARS"

Just Another Day

Add this to my new series of unfortunate events, I have just lost a new almost done entry. And I'm re-typing it all again.

Last two weeks the unforgiving and unexpecting weather-changes and the breaking of Our regular-meetings schedule have rendered me wasted and hoarse in the throat praying to God for leniency for whatever misdeeds I had committed in 2006, except you know whats. It had left me wishing for the familiar good weathers and Our Sunday Dates. ^*$#^$*%$.

Last Thursday, I was on my way to Borders after work and it started to pour like a nasty Biotch and I was forced to take temporary shelter at the sidewalk at a construction site. Ok, here's the story, three unfeeling ladies/monsters walked past me with umbrellas without offering to walk me to FJ Bens or Orchard Hotel which was 5 metres and 50 metres away respectively. One of them was a maid and she got the cheeks to stare at me. I would have gnaw her eyes out with my teeth if I could. Fuckers.

How could anyone not be pissed especially when the monsters left me stranded alongside with some Bangla workers checking out my white-tee-turning-transparent and my blue strippy bra getting visible with every minute. So to end their cheap entertainment I braved the rain barefooted to Orchard Hotel (for no reason they were cheering me on from behind, I don't understand their culture but I know they always like to be part of a scene. If you watch news when there's a fight or fire somewhere the screen is always filled out with alot of banglas trying to see what's going on. but I don't need spectators and I didn't think it was funny nor do I think I'm some kind of show. Thank you very much.)

Ironically, when I was trying to get to Palais Renaissance this rather cute guy offered to share his brolly with me and the drenched mademoiselle that I was was so touched by that small gesture I was thanking him profusely and if you looked closely my eyes were glistened with grateful tears. He must thought I was sick in the head or just extremely desperate. But he didn't know I was so tired at work I dozed off at the greeter stand and the supportive Bangla workers cheering me on when I was left stranded at the sidewalk. But God decided to drop me some help because my clumsiness is a pain in his neck and if I was to break down in public the damage would be worse and he would have to do more damage rescue to others who would be disturbed and traumatized by me. Poor Lauren must have prayed alot for herself when I used to break down on a regular basis. But I love you Lauren I'll buy you lotsa handbags when I strike rich when I make a niche for myself in my future career to make up for the missed OC episodes.

But thank God again I saw the Other Half later in the evening and the dark cloud above my head just dissipated immediately. (:

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I've been working my ass off back to back six days a week to save as much as I can to buy Nafis a decent wallet for his 20th birthday. I've got a very trustable Financial Controller Miss Lauren Choy Hui Wen she's been doing a great job pyschoing me to stop cabbing and calculating how much I can afford to spend and persuading me to pamper myself with some shopping.

Oh and today I fell down at the Holland Village Cold Storage back stairs. I was looking up at the sky and the next thing I knew I was facing the ground with my face flat and on all fours. My knees huuuuuurt like a fuuuuuucccccccking BIOOOOOOTCH. TAMADE CHAOCHEEBYE KANENAA. But no one saw me fall and I was kinda sad because no one saw and helped me and I am still feeling unwell and Nafis wasn't there to pick me up. Sobsssssssssss.

That's all for now for YokeMay's series of unfortunate events.

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