-=| Random pics... |=-
A portion of my favourite accessories....
Ben, Nelly, Brenna, Manuri and Me.These were the peepz i hanged out with on friday night.
Rai and her mum, at hype up.
My sis n I...
Zi lianism....
J O E| 9:22 PM |
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-=| 1 last post before the next time i have the chance to. |=-
It is not a time for such risk.
The time of the year has come,
The time where everything freezes,
Time where life is put at risk.
Yes, it is a time of presentation. A day where students gather their works of the semester, a day where they are being judged, to be weighed on the scale to prove if they are worthy to proceed on to the next semester.
It sounds frightening, and yes it is. It determines if you are in or you are out. I feel so afraid as the day draws near. I have been procrastinating, and the work is piled up, high up till I don't know where to start. I hope that as I write this, it motivates me to quickly work on the undone.
All right, the break is coming and it means that I will hibernate from blogging for a while. As the squirrels get their rest, I'll get back to doing my little projects and hopefully get it sold online. As the year turns anew, I'll be back here restored for more inspirations.
J O E| 8:45 PM |
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-=| Looking at life through a staple pierced hole |=-
Probably I am a pessimist and a realist at the same time, and being human, people just does not like to look at reality. Especially if it is bad, it seems as if it is a taboo to analyze it out loud. But isn't it weird? People would rather stick their head in holes like ostriches do then to then to face the dangerous obstruction up front.
J O E| 8:27 PM |
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-=| Individuality |=-
I guess as I enter deeply into the theme of self, the more I feel that I am a stranger to myself. Who am I actually? I've wondered to myself once, how would I react if I were to find someone else who was exactly like me? I guess my first reaction would be to get into rival mode, and despise that person for having no originality to be authentic. But again, who likes to see someone else exactly like himself or herself? I guess that's why friends among each other have different characters but they have common interests, but they are different individually. There are many friends who become really close and they look really alike, but I guess there are sure to be differences.
I know that being individual and to be unique would be essential to survive in the art school. But the constant brain storming for new stuff is really tiring, and when a crazy idea goes to plan, people outside the open-minded circumference would look at me with the "Are you out of your mind?" look. I guess I just have to settle down with what I am and what I believe in, but believe it or not, it changes as a person grows.
Sometimes I ask myself, what is my identity? What do people recognize me as? What are the things in me require a change?
Living at home in individual rooms is like living the life of the desperate housewives, where many secrets are kept within oneself and behind closed doors. But occasionally my dad's hormonal changes ranges to the peak, where he does things out of the ordinary out of a sudden, he was asking absurd questions again, however I shall not fill in the details.
He was trying to persuade me to chop off my hair, at EZ cut, or whatsoever. Who actually enters there to get their hair done? More like ruined.
Hair is a statement of identity, and it leaves an impression on everybody whether subconsciously or consciously. With just a glance upon a sea of people, it is usually the hair and the clothes that catch the eye. And even for trainees like us to be in the industry, we can easily spot the exquisite from the ordinary, what more can I say about the professionals.
I think that it is so predictable to get my dad's character on one of those European comedies like "little Britain", or "Everybody hates Chris".
During the Secondary school years he always says
"Oh! What have I done to deserve this?
None of us in the family observe such habits, but why?
Why does he observe them all?
He keeps his thinky long, he talks back, paints his nail black occasionally, now he is keeping his hair.
OMG! What am I going to do? What have I done to get this son?"
I picture art schools as asylums, a building of eccentric people who are out of the ordinary. People who look at things differently from people who try to bring new things into the world, to accentuate the looks of things.
But when they graduate, when they are out into the public, like fishes who are released from the aquarium. They are out to challenge themselves, out to challenge the society of the uniqueness.
It is difficult to survive as an artist or designer, they are neither blue nor white collared. Which gives them possibilities to land in both fields. To be successful and create a name for them or end up helping a blue collared which degrades them even more. And the fact is that not many actually becomes famous, and end up doing something they don't plan to be. Artist are risk takers, risks higher or equivalent to dare devils take. Sometimes I ask myself if I'm up to it.
Sometimes I would just look at myself in the virtual mirror and ask myself
"Am I up to it?" "Have I chosen the right route?"
But I guess no one can answer this question for me, not even myself, I just have got to wait for time to tell if I have done it right. Till then I will be the driving master of my life, it is only for the help of God and I that would actually destine my success or failure of life.
J O E| 6:03 PM |
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-=| Met Paul Two hill... |=-
Alia, Paul,Paul's sis and bro.
Me, Paul,Paul's sis and bro. (Celebrities have their bad hair days too, Paul has fly away hair at his fore head too...)
Flipped hair me, disgusted Paul,Paul's sis and bro.
Omg... i guess i have insulted his famous move. Lalala.... whatever...
J O E| 7:17 PM |
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-=| Vivo City |=-
Other then marvelous structures to see,we received many staring glances. It has been a regular thing to argue over who are they looking at.
Gracie: Do u realise that there are many glaces?Staring? I stepped out of the car and the people at the bus gave me a glare.
Joel: Yeah i know, they are mersmerised by you.Your dressing actually make you look like a model(Mo-dol... went about the conversation with a hongky slang) on the street...
Gracie: Izzit my dressing? A red hot pants with white top??
Joel: No nono... it's me, i am just too attractive that people have to give me a peep.
Gracie: I suspect it is us, we just look too a like...
All through the shopping trip we have been debating over who are stangers looking at. I guess i'm still curious, who are they staring at? And why?People gives us a "Hey i know u look" we give them a "Who are u? and what are u staring at look" and they just look away and pretend nothing happened....oh well, i guess we r just too irresistable.
(The pictures below was taken by Gracie Xiang)
J O E| 6:51 PM |
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-=| Stressed up. |=-
Attending laselle is somewhat a lifestyle now, rather then just a location where i get lessons. Compared to secondary school, where i would still have lots of time in the afternoon for roaming, tv and many other things.
Some how i feel that this is what celebrities are going through too, others view them as a icon of a idol or goddess. However they are just ordinary people behind the scenes, spending and paying their life to the show biz. Similarly i guess what i'm going through is just a fraction of reality, i wonder how am i to cope...Seriously speaking attending lessons are energy draining and it was never good for health to study, or should i just put a exeption... just for tertiary university lessons.I see myself scrunging up day by day, i think i won't need to diet and still slim down...Or was i too busy till i forgot to eat. Whichever the case i think i'm waiting for accessment to arrive, so that i will have my holidays to work on my weak areas and of course obtain sufficient rest.
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Name : Joel Xiang Desheng
DOB : 19th May 1988
Age : 19+
Height : 1.73++m
Weight : Abt 60kg
Zodiac : Dragon
Horroscope : Taurus
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Personality : Flamboyant
Fav Sports : Breathing exercises on the bed every night(snore)
Fav colour : Blue, silver, black
Fav things : Vintage looking stuff...
Hates : People who commands me to do anything
Worst habits : Talking back, bitching...
Best Habits : Obeys house rules
How do u relax : Bitching, complaining, vibrate my ear drums with sound waves from my disc man
One thing tat no one noes abt? : i'm Sentimental...
Three words 2 describe me : Rude Noisy Freak
One liner tat i'm most proud of : Being kind to your enemy means to be cruel to yourself
Moto in life : Look 4 a goal n strife hard
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