Banksy is now my favourite artist. Period. His work is amazing commentary on society in general.

http://www.banksy.co.uk/menu.html


The famous Flower Chucker. Banksy's most famous piece, I think.

This is probably my favourite piece by Banksy. It goes without explanation. I'd enlarge it until its fucking big, but I don't know how so just click it, trust me. It will hit you.


God getting busted.


Raising the flag on...?

*Applause*


The thing I hate the most about advertising is that it attracts all the bright, creative and ambitious young people, leaving us mainly with the slow and self-obsessed to become our artists. Modern art is a disaster area. Never in the field of human history has so much been used by so many to say so little.

Hospitals are depressing places. It goes without saying, but I'll say it again. Hospitals are depressing places. Unfortunately, a series of unfortunate events lead to my grandfather being warded in Changi Hospital for kidney stones and a fractured arm.

I made the long, bleak (This is like the most overused word EVER.) journey to Changi Hospital. Wandered around, went to the wrong ward, called for directions and then went to call my grandma for directions and finally found the ward.

My grandfather was in good condition. When I got there an occupational therapist was teaching him how to put on and take off his shirt and pants while his fracture healed. Ten minutes there and I knew he was in good hands.

Hospitals might be depressing places but there is always this sense of camraderie among the patients and visitors there. They are bonded by a common enemy. Be it heart attacks, cancer, kidney stones or strokes. They are bonded by a common goal. To get the fuck out of there alive. But behind the jibes and laughter and jokes, Death was ever present. The patient in the room next door had died a while before I came in. It's not a pleasant sight, especially for a patient, to see a shrouded body being wheeled away.

I was feeling a bit hungry by now so I went down to get something to eat with my grandma. Talked about stuff and ate and went back up to the ward. Talked to my grandpa, who's sense of humour was still there.

It's always reassuring to see him cracking jokes, even in a hospital gown and an IV drip. It never failed to amuse the doctors.

My uncle came by later to see my grandpa. So after checking to make sure everything was alright, he gave me a ride home.



This holiday has been bleak (There it is, again.). Not just because I haven't done anything useful with myself. I've had something really unpleasant happen to me, so I just want school to start and distract me from all that.

I've got a new class full of cool people so the next semester should be fun. Especially Fridays! Like all my friends managed to land in the same IS Module. I look forward to Drama and Poetry too, though thats in the later half of the semester.



Looking further into the future, I have San Francisco to look forward to. I will probably leave the day after school ends in June since the wedding is on the 21st. Either that, or I'll have to fly out on my own. Which I kind of want to do. It will be good for me. I'll have to navigate Tokyo airport where I'll stop to transfer as well as the dreaded airport security in the USA. Eugh. It's still something to look forward too. Keeping looking to the future and it's easier to forget the present. Yes, I meant that.

Well, that's that. I'm going to go watch TV. Ciao.

My life is so fucked up now I can't even begin to describe everything that's gone wrong. If I take a step back and pretended it wasn't me, it really would be kinda funny... In a sad soap-opera-gone-wrong way.

But as much as I'd like to imagine otherwise, I'm still me, unfortunately.

What's worse is this is a carbon copy of the problem I solved just a few days ago! It's a disaster on repeat.

This is so Sem 1.2 but... Life is fucking BLEAK.