The walls are built, the distance is felt, and then whats left? - I question.


love, lust, trust, respect, desire etc etc....



















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WOMAN as an OBJECT

Porn has a distinctly male viewpoint. It's about what looks good, to men, which is understandable when you consider it's mainly men who are watching it and they only have a window of 20 minutes to watch it in (which isn't always conducive to female orgasms). But then, is the reason only men watch it aided by the fact that women are rarely anything but objects? For women, the turn on comes from other things, other places. You rarely get a good view unless there's a mirror involved, which let's face it, only really happens in hotel rooms, and our idea of a good view may be a little different.


It then questions:
If you're not the SUBJECT, aren't you the OBJECT then?

Men/ Mind/ Culture

Women/ Body/ Nature


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Saatchi's masterstroke
This could be the biggest art news story of the year - Charles Saatchi, the man who has been at the helm of modern British art for over two decades and single-handedly wrangled some of the best talents in the nation, has just announced he is handing the reigns over to us, the British public.

Housed in the Duke of York HQ off the Kings Road, the 70,000ft Saatchi Gallery and its 200 plus works of art will be known as the Museum of Contemporary Art London, once Saatchi retires. Among the works (estimated to be worth £25m) are pieces from GQ's Feng Shui editor Tracey Emin, the Chapman Brothers, Grayson Perry and artwork from Saatchi's recent exhibits of Indian and Chinese art. The move promises to leave the nation unburdened from costs, with the museum continuing to foot the bill. While the Tate Modern, Saatchi's main rival, is busy cleaning up its public image after demonstrators dumped oil outside the South Bank gallery in protest over its BP affiliations, the creation of MOCA London might mark a new age of British art.

I'll Make Love To You

Close your eyes, make a wish
And blow out the candlelight
For tonight is just your night
We're gona celebrate, all thru the night
Pour the wine, light the fire
Girl your wish is my command
I submit to your demands
I'll do anything, girl you need only ask

I'll make love to you
Like you want me to
And I'll hold you tight
Baby all through the night
I'll make love to you
When you want me to
And I will not let go
'Till you tell me to

Girl relax, let's go slow
I ain't got nowhere to go
I'm just gonna concentrate on you
Girl are you ready, it's gonna be a long night
Throw your clothes on the floor
I'm gonna take my clothes off too
I made plans to be with you
Girl whatever you ask me, you know, I'll do

Baby tonight is your night
And I will do you right
Just make a wish on your night
Anything that you ask
I will give you the love of your life

I'll make love to you
Like you want me to
And I'll hold you tight
Baby all through the night
I'll make love to you
When you want me to
And I will not let go
'Till you tell me to


It was beautiful. You seem so right, but i could be wrong. But i intend to hold you for the longest time.


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ART Info- SAM

FX Harsono - one of Indonesia's foremost contemporary artists - is the latest to be featured at the Singapore Art Museum (SAM).

Spanning four decades, Harsono's works speak of the changes and upheavals in Indonesian politics, society and culture.

A walk through Harsono's first exhibition in Singapore is like looking at a slice of Indonesian history and politics.

The 61-year-old fought as hard as his passion would take him, assembling the works in the face of fierce opposition from Indonesian authorities and scepticism from art critics.

"They said, 'this is not art, this is rubbish'. These young artists don't know about art and about our Indonesian tradition. But the young art critics said, 'yes, this is a new art'," said Harsono.

Every piece carries a powerful message.

"One thing we hope to achieve in exhibitions like this one is there is always a story behind contemporary art as well. So for Harsono's exhibition, it’s not just about his artistic practice but it's also the narrative of a nation that's behind it, and one man's journey behind it and how he has responded," explained Tan Siu Li, assistant curator at the Singapore Art Museum.

Harsono - who honed his skills in Yogyakarta and later at the Jakarta Institute - crafted politically-charged installations to express his unhappiness with the rule of former president Suharto in the 1990s.

As one wanders from one room to the next, you can see how shifts in political eras influenced the works of Harsono, especially following the resignation of former president Suharto in 1998.

This is when Harsono found the freedom he craved for - to take on a new artistic direction.

Installations of a more domestic setting and self-portraits reflect his shift away from the political to a more personal artistic expression.

Harsono also explores new audio and video mediums in his later works, adding to his vast repertoire of symbolic creations that span more than four decades of Indonesia's past.

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What a NIGHT!

Tossing and turning for the whole night. Urgh!

John's Drawing review tml, Tess's drawing review next Monday and review for my major next Wednesday... How wonderful is that?! On top of all the reviews, i've got to go take the learners knowledge course and test this weekend. Aint sure how i'll fare but hopefully, i don't fail! Art theory Essay and presentation are giving me headaches!

If i could, i would....((......))!

It must have been the bad night that cause me to be so so so grumpy today!



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Hey baby, when we are together
Doing things that we love
Every time you're near I feel like I'm in heaven
Feeling high
I don't want to let go, girl
I just need you to know, girl

I don't wanna run away
Baby, you're the one I need tonight
No promises
Baby, now I need to hold you tight
I just wanna die in your arms here tonight

Hey baby, when we are together
Doing things that we love
Every time you're near I feel like I'm in heaven
Feeling high
I don't want to let go, girl
I just need you to know, girl

I don't wanna run away
Baby, you're the one I need tonight
No promises
Baby, now I need to hold you tight
I just wanna die in your arms

I don't wanna run away
I want to stay forever through time and time
No promises

I don't wanna run away
I don't wanna be alone
No promises
Baby, now I need to hold you tight
Now and forever, my love
No promises

I don't wanna run away
Baby, you're the one I need tonight
No promises
Baby, now I need to hold you tight
I just wanna die in your arms here tonight

I don't wanna run away
Baby, you're the one I need tonight
No promises
Baby, now I need to hold you tight
I just wanna die in your arms here tonight


Time, of all things, Time. Im such a fool for you. Do you have to let it linger. Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger. Time will just erase all things and at the end of the day, we're nothing but the results of our own makings. Time. Everybody needs it. Time brings a closure to all things.



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Do not understand whats the reason behind it. Doesn't one have the basic courtesy of answering their phones? nor at least have the courtesy of returning missed calls explaining what had happened. However, it isn't happening and as time goes by, i cant really be bothered anymore, hence the stop of calling and text-ing.

Anyway, enough of the unpleasant stuffs. Days been filled with loads of work! Reviews coming up and its starting to stress me out. With visiting artists and different projects going on at the same time, leave me with no time to take a breather! Find myself running back to the studio on both weekends. Staying in school till late at night.

Phew~

I am glad, at least, i get a really good rest every night. It must have been the work loads. Practically fell into deep sleep the moment i lay myself on bed. Its good in a sense that i can forgo those nights where its hard to get to sleep- spending hours on bed tossing and turning! My eyes are shutting as im typing this post. So guys, im heading off to bed!

GOOD NIGHT and REST WELL, ALL ...


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Women need to say yes to sex



Whatever happened to wifely duty? Any thought that sex should still be included in the list of obligations that come with tying the knot is likely to be greeted with a hoot of derision by women today.

Wives willingly embrace far more tedious demonstrations of devotion like searching shopping centres for his favourite Y-fronts, to say nothing of bearing and raising his sprogs. But as for having a quick romp in the sack when they aren't quite in the mood that's beyond the pale.

These days unless women want sex it just doesn't happen. Women's right to say no has been enshrined in our cultural history since the 1960s when women's sexual rights became a rallying cry. As terrible stories of marital rape and sexual violence claimed the public's attention, women's right to refuse sex became fundamental to decent relations between the genders.

The new rule was that sex must wait until women are well and truly in the mood. But that was where we went wrong. The assumption that women need to want sex to enjoy it has proved a really damaging sexual idea, one that has wrought havoc in relationships for the past 40 years.

The problem is that in long-term relationships men are far more likely to retain their sexual drive than their partners. The No1 sexual problem plaguing women is low libido which means couples everywhere are struggling with a mismatch in desire. Women lie in bed worrying the hand will come creeping over. Men spend their lives grovelling for sexual favours. The gap between them in bed becomes a chasm.

This night-time drama is the source of great tension and unhappiness. Last year I recruited 98 ordinary couples to keep diaries recording their intimate negotiations over sex. The most powerful responses came from men, as their frustration pour out in a howl of disappointment and anger.

Many reported feeling duped, stunned that their needs are so totally ignored. But they rarely publicly voice these concerns. In the early 1960s, Betty Friedan wrote in The Feminine Mystique about ''the problem that has no name'' women's unvoiced frustrations with their housewifely role. Women live unexamined lives, she said and encouraged women to say, ''I want something more''. We have been saying it, very loudly, ever since. But now it is men who live unexamined lives, keeping their hidden yearnings to themselves. Their ''problem that has no name'' is sexual frustration.



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Torn between you two........












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