Olive Greek Sexpot

And introducing to you a chiffon muslin mixed fabric dress that has the 'peekaboo' effect if ladies should not want to wear a bra or a nipple sticker,.... and somehow the colour of the picture is not as true as the hand rendered one. Hmm,... and i wonder if my calling to be a fashion designer is still there. Wait the calling is usually part of your innate desire no? Then i think yes, my calling is still there,...
Though i feel that fashion is sex in a kind of way. It sells the desire to want and then it becomes a need - to attract, to seduce and to roleplay the characters we want to become. Be it the dork or the cool or the sexy or the power-tripping trooper, it's a seduction tool that we best know how to manipulate. And it takes every kind of people to make the world go round and round. It also helps magazines sell dreams,... and to make u buy that black cardigan or pin-striped pants. We've sold our souls to the devil and we don't even know it,...

ScaryMary - Undone

Love me Love me, say that you love me. Fool me Fool me, go on and fool me.... - LoveFool by the Cardigans. This song is part of the soundtrack of one of my all time favourite movies: Baz Luhrmann's Romeo & Juliet. It's the mtv cuts and edits that made me fall in love with the 'pop' nature of this movie. However, the illustration has got nothing to do with the movie except for the fact that i was listening to the soundtrack while drawing and doodling.
I have taken a bigger step today. I have pulled out my 'adbook' and decided to give it a polish up. Time to search for work that I enjoy. My bum has become restless and listening to music that blasts your pants off is great but,.... i think i am getting a bit tired of not doing anything much. And listening to Radiohead is just giving me too much angst about the whole ridiculous state of this island. No, i cannot. I cannot let this place get to me. I must be better than that... Perhaps this picture is a reflection of my emotional state at the moment.

Can't Believe This, But I Actually Miss My Digi-Cam

As illustrated in the drawing, i have come to realise that i actually miss my digital camera. Having proclaimed that she lost her SLR camera, my mother has gone to Shanghai, China with my beloved cammy. Having then cleaned the house after her departure to the 'central country' , i found the SLR tucked neatly in a corner of my brother's room. I found the SLR!!!!! A day too late!!!! Tsk,... it's a conspiracy i feel! She wants my camera,.... *hahaha* but she won't admit it!!!!! Anyway, my dearest digi-cammy, come home soon! Got lots of pictures to take!!! And that includes the orchids at Botanic Gardens!
Went there the other day with George and i must say that the flowers are really pretty! Though i did feel a little cheated at the Swan Lake. Besides this huge sculpture of swans in the middle of the lake, there was only ONE swan in the whole entire lake, nono make that a pond,... not big enough to be labeled as a lake. BUT one swan to service the whole of the pond is just stupid. Poor animal,... bet it gets tired real quickly,.... lol *hahaha* Imagine it thinking to itself, "Oh there goes people!! Need to be here,... oh wait no people there too!!! Quick!! Oh no there too!!!! Arrrrrggghhhhhh!!!!!". Think the swan might just turn into 'SchizoSwan' if it was programmed to think like that,......

Shoes, If only I was a Cobbler

Yes, it is my own illustration! Have not named it. I like this one. Shoe-A. I can imagine it being black polished crocodile skin. Heels with sex, not to mention the backbreaking strut,...


And this will be SHOE-B.


And finally Shoe-C.

At the Very Beginning, there was an Aspiring Fashion Designer

I started out my design journey with the intention of going into fashion design. And how i ended up in graphic design was the result of months of nagging from my mum, relatives and perhaps teachers as well. I swayed. Perhaps i should have never swayed and now i would have become a bonafide can-sew-anything fashion designer whose love of fabrics, clothes and the female form would have led me to the back rooms of the great and the famous.
It was always about money and how i would never make enough of it if i were to go into fashion design and what i regret most was not standing my ground. Not believing in myself enough to take that step, no matter how hard. But it is not all too late. I was contemplating taking a part time diploma course in fashion design. And if i do, I will then fulfil my dreams and have my own label eventually. Hmmm,..... but do understand this. It's not about the money. It's about seeing your creation on someone else's back,...

Cooking for My Soul

About 2 days ago, i had the sudden urge to cook. In the heat of the moment, i sped to the supermarket and got myself some ingredients, a HUGE carton of orange juice, some vegetables and a whole lot of toilet paper. And as i trudged home, i was wondering what it would be like to own my own little cafe. A place that i can slave away to create yummilicious food and serve it to customers who wait ever so eagerly.
So, in that span of 5 hrs in the evening, i managed to cook green lentil soup, chinese winter melon chicken soup and whipped up some basil pesto. Playing around with the ingredients has made me realise how much i have missed cooking. The basil's aroma and the texture of the lentil rubbed against the rough of my palms was quite good for the soul. And knowing that simple ingredients like melon, carrots and radish can compliment a chicken soup base so very well is just comforting. No cordon bleu cooking, no messy complications.
I guess it's also the use of my senses. The sight of colours, the hearing of simmering food in a pan, the smelling of delicate aromas, the tasting of the multiple different flavours in one spoon, the touching of pungent garlic cloves and most importantly the involvement of my heart, soul and inspiration that made it so fulfilling. And no, this does not make me a good home-maker or house-wife. It just means that I can cook to save my life, slurp at my bowl and be satisfied at the end of my meal,....