I dunno what i'm doing here, as in DA. Coz i'm staring at my gallery and i can't find a defined style that i can call my own. Everything's all over the place and nothing seems to connect. And they're all lifeless pieces of work, no wonder people aren't impressed.

It's 12.42 am in Singapore now and i'm procrastinating my script for the trailer exercise. Reallyyy tempted to skip class but it's submission day and i'll fail the assignment if i did.



Gah i'm still wondering why i'm still in this course, it's not providing me with anything i wanna do in the future. And of course, my future is bleak, coz i am a malay and there are only so few malay designers who make it big. Even those who do make it big usually forget their roots so maybe i should have been traditional and pick up an engineering course. And be a typical malay uncle with a belly and smokes socially with my kin.




Geeez comicon ran through my fingers and i didn't get to ask how i should get started to be a vinyl toy artist. Didn't even get an autograph from Trexi and Cha Cha Cha. Shit this blows.


This shit blows.