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Jasper Moves In
Written By udin on Rabu, 24 Agustus 2005 | 12.36
Disposable Teen
Written By udin on Selasa, 23 Agustus 2005 | 03.54
This is so strange, but I must have found someone just like me in one of the girls in my class. She's pretty, sexy, a complete sucker for Neil Gaiman, knows what's bullshit art and what isn't, produces good work, works out and has a soft spot for moon-cakes. She mentioned modeling for art classes, but I told her Suicide Girls (and modeling in that general direction) is much more fun, easier, and
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It's Just Not Fair, Is It.
Written By udin on Minggu, 21 Agustus 2005 | 03.51
This must be the first time I’m moping about people generally being unfair to me, but that’s the truth, people… MEN in particular, have just not been very fair to me at all. There have been a few nice ones, but those tend not to be romantic interests, which is ironic. But I suppose in those cases, they don’t expect anything from me, and I don’t expect anything from them, so it’s hardly possible
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Institutionalized Art
Written By udin on Jumat, 19 Agustus 2005 | 05.56
How odd.So I skipped one day of class in college last Friday because I was in Sydney and the lecturerer gave me shit about it. My rational was basically, hey look, I had to choose between a crazy experience in Sydney and one of your classes, which I didn't think I would have missed out much on in terms of personal or techincal development. Besides, it's a fucking ditzy art program. It's
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Tony and Jasper
Written By udin on Kamis, 18 Agustus 2005 | 06.21
It's new, so give us a chance. We'll do a strip as often as we possibly can... Don't you think we're brilliant? *grin*My apologies for not blogging more regularly these days. I have been actually, it's just that it's all on my PC laptop, and the connection I have seems to work only with Macs.
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Living Fast
Written By udin on Minggu, 14 Agustus 2005 | 23.26
I’m sure we’re all terribly familiar with the idea of living fast and dying young. That phrase always conjures up images of a Jon Duan character riding the fastest motorbike on Earth heading straight for an oil tanker, and all this while on E, or something or other of the like. It’s never occurred to me until now that living fast could just as well mean pushing your body to undergo as many
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Venus Nursery
Written By udin on Kamis, 11 Agustus 2005 | 09.29
22" by 30"Gouache on Canvas$500For SaleI finished it a few days ago. It took quite awhile, not a color palatte I'm used to. White based images are more difficult to paint too in my opinion, there's just something about white that takes away the strength of the colors in any picture so you've to find other ways around it.xoxox
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The Sex of Art
Schtupping hell.My GOD. Can you believe that? Today has published my article! I mean, that's amazing because man. I mean, I don't think anyone's ever said Porn really is allright on a national newspaper and that art is art and porn is porn and sex in art doesn't mean it's porn, no matter how dirty it gets.And Schtuppingis such a great word isn't it. You can't say fucking, and 'making love' is too
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Mind Your Own.
Written By udin on Rabu, 10 Agustus 2005 | 06.40
I don’t know when did perfect strangers decide that other people were their responsibility, but somewhere along the lines, everyone eventually does. But you know what? No one is in a position to give advise to any one else in terms of how they should run their lives, especially not if their lives are of inferior quality. Of course, then again, who am I to judge whether their lives are of inferior
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Written By udin on Senin, 08 Agustus 2005 | 04.49
School has been intensely boring. We’re mostly doing things like drawing dots and crosses and sketching hands a feet and writing cheesy melodramatic eastern European-esque porn scripts. I’ve made this weird drawing with a girl and her 1970’s Jetson’s fuck machine. It’s really quite bizarre.Chris called me today after quite some time. I haven’t been replying his emails because I haven’t been
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She Don't Give a Shit
Written By udin on Minggu, 07 Agustus 2005 | 04.21
At this moment, Richard’s bleaching the floors of the apartment after it was agreed by our feet that indoors didn’t feel all that much different from outdoors and that is was really that filthy. I should be helping him I suppose, but I spent the afternoon shopping for books and art supplies with my parents instead. I can scarcely believe it, but both daddy and him can have a pretty good
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Live.
Written By udin on Kamis, 04 Agustus 2005 | 02.37
I've been unreasonably tired these days. They generally start of with an unreasonably long commute to school (which wouldn't be all that unreasonable if I didn't continously lose my way on campus), some whacking around with paper and pencil in class -I don't think I ever found school so fufilling. At least I get to bring back something everyday. I'd go back, attempt to finish a painting that's
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A-Climatizing
Written By udin on Rabu, 03 Agustus 2005 | 08.43
How. Odd.I've started calling the home I used to live in until a couple of weeks ago 'my parent's place' and I've started to refer to Richard's apartment as home. Like I'd be sending messages saying, 'I'll be home at 6'. I've gotten a one year membership at the gym near his place (the liberal manner in which I use 'near' is arguable, apaprently) and have tried doing the laundry. I managed to get
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Bleed my Heart
Written By udin on Selasa, 02 Agustus 2005 | 03.13
I’ve pumped myself so full of coffee it’s impossible for me now to go to bed, but I did try, only to find myself drifting off into silly thoughts like, it’s actually really great to feel like you belong to someone. It is bizarre how things like that work out, either you’re completely miserable feeling like you belong only to that one person, or you feel like your heart could bleed for them and
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