Tuesday, June 30, 2009


It's been mingling around my head for a while.."It was told that every two years, Fauwaz will quit his job and seek a new life somewhere different." 3 more months to September, thus completing my 2 year cycle in AKIPRAKTIS and I'M GETTING RESTLESS. There's still no news from Penang. FUck. I really wanted to move there and start from zero again. I had a nightmare last night. Has been awhile since I got scared from my own nightmare. Last night's was fuckin' creepy. It made me rethink what I had thunk about the last few weeks. What am I?

Friday, February 27, 2009


Mari melayan mimpi,
tak payah pakai duit
semua free,
boleh pergi bercuti
mungkin di Itali,
atau naik feri
belayar mengejar mentari.

Jangan takut kena buang kerja,
itu satu cara kejar impian kita,
biar hidup ada makna,
bukan setakat bayar bil saja.

Mari kita kejar mimpi,
bicara sambil minum kopi,
jangan dilupa rangka dan isi,
bincang jalan kerja intipati,
untung rugi kita kongsi.

My brothers, be strong!


I had a chat with Puat at the chimney forum regarding makeup artists and money. He told me that there was this makeup artist in Malaysia (can't remember her name) who charges around 1800 bucks for a wedding makeup session. Imagine that, 18 hundred bucks just to look pretty for a few hours! Well fuck me sideways..This reminds me of the late Stan Winston. He's the guy who turned Arnold to a fuckin' robot. I wonder if he started his career by painting lipstick on a bride's lips on a bloody wedding...hmmm...I don't think so.

Why does our makeup artists restrain themselves just to make people look prettier when makeup artists outside are trying to find ways to make you look like you died 4 hundred years ago, convincingly? Why constrain yourself? Because the market in this country demands that pretty is good money? Why does it always have to revolve around money? What the fuck happened to passion and dreams?

It always crushes me whenever I see a dream dissipates and die everytime greed takes over. I hear people saying "I need money to pay my bills, feed my children, pay the rent & mortgages..bla..bla..bla.." What does that have to do with being creative with what you do? Why do we always tie ourselves with these excuses when we could achieve a whole lot more by being true to ourselves? Why do we go to work doing shitty jobs that we hate just so that we can pay bills that we don't really want at the end of the month? Whatever happened to free will? Fuck all that I say!

"WE ARE NOT SLAVES! WE ARE_______!" (please fill in the gap)

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Aku tengah bikin model alien bust buat julung kalinya dalam masa 4 tahun. Sebelum ni ada la jugak cobaan utk sculpt, tapi sumanya hampeh. Since the economy is shitty right now, I gotta save up from buying new models, so I thought to myself, w.t.f buat sendiri la. Baru separuh siap, tapi aku rasa mcm haram sebab outcome setakat ni mcm alien aku tu baru nak belajar jadi garang. Puat cakap gigi dia besar sangat, jongang. Talking about jongang, aku rasa mcm nak redo the whole thing. Kasi nampak matang skit.
I used to believe that I could do almost anything if given a chance. Fuck, I still believe that I'm born to shred the guitar. I just don't have one. Nowadays, I'm starting to have doubts. I need to keep the fire burning.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Jangan Panik!

I'm drawing the r.w.d.p layout for the hundredth time today. Apa punya kerja daa. Like Buffalo Springfield says, " nobody's right if everybody's wrong". When's this thing gonna finish, I don't know. I'd rather think about my aliens at home.


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Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
Wouldn't really call myself a proper sculptor, an aspiring one, maybe. giving my best to be a pro. But I do custom toys and props, paint a lotta model kits, design buildings and interiors, and doodle some graphicworks for work & fun.