I was watching the projected astro commercial at my workplace a few hours ago, the astro commercial was on, the one that advertises about the astro scholarship. It shows several students that obtained said scholarship in artistically taken still shots and stuff, and a number of them were studying art related stuff, performace arts, fine art, and things like that.
I told my friend, " I wanna do that lor." as I pointed at the girl taking bachelor of arts.
And then he said.
"Oi, bastard, don't steal people's chances la, scholarship for poor people la... rich people like you dont need one."
And then later that night after we all got off work I asked some of my senior co-workers for a drink, since they all had treated me a few times before, I thought I'd repay the favour.
Cut things short, we all ordered drinks and chit-chatted, when it was time to pay, I said, " aih, no money dy la." As I was really on a tight budget and my wallet was really almost empty.
Everyone's drinks cost 7.60 and I had 8 bucks.
Lucky me. Or rather silly me for not checking my wallet before opening my big mouth.
Anyway. After I said what I just said, my friend beside me was like "tipu punya, budak kaya budak kaya."
I have a problem wih being labeled a rich kid. The phrase itself conjures up images of spoilt brats flunking their money here and there like their wallet no bottom one. I realize it's just a label, but just as the backstreet boys don't like to be called a "boyband", I don't think that anyone wants to be called a "rich kid". Or a poor kid. Or any sort of labels for that matter. Labels suck. Being called something other than you own name sucks. Labels serve nothing more than to elevate a person's standard or degrade it above or below the social norm.
It alienates you from normal people. For instance. "Genius Adam" "Everybody loves Peter" or "the dumbest blonde in the world, Jessica Simpson". The former two may sound like good things to be called, but really, trust me when I say it isn't.
Personally, I wouldn't say I'm rich, I was just born into a family slightly more well off than some people. Saying that I'm rich and should not go for a scholarship makes my blood boil not only because it isn't true, but also because it's like using money as a means to evaluate a person's standard.
I don't like it.
In fact, I hate it.
The concept of currency has bought the world much good, but it has also bought with it much evil.
I'd like to think that my parents wanted me to get the best education, the best environment for stuyding, the best clothes,etc etc.
So they work their fuckin ASS off to provide me with that, I realize and acknowledge that they're fulfilling their responsibility as parents, and I believe I'm fulfilling MY duties by not asking too much of them.
But being born into a slightly more well off family than some people does not mean anything.
Corny and cheesy it may sound, but I believe it's what inside that counts.
He also told me that it's considered personal to ask a guy how much salary he earns a month. To that I told him it's only personal if you use money to measure a person's worth. Which to me is bullshit. A person can be the wealthiest guy in the world and still be the shittiest bastard you've ever met.
There's this story where a village was in need of a worship statue, and therefore gathered everybody to donate their extra metal objects to make the statue, those that donated the most metal were the rich people and aristrocrats. But no matter how strongly the fore burned the metal objects just would not let itself be melted.
Then along came this beggar, who donated only a coin , and soon after the coin was added into the pile of metal all the objects melted and a new, beautiful statue awas made out of it.
The story ended with an explantion that said the objects would't melt because the metal objects donated by the rich people and aristrocrats were filled with greed and material desires, while the coin donated by the beggar was given purely out of the spirit of charity and thats why the pile of metal melted when the coin was added to it.
Long, boring story, but my favourite fabel ever since I was kid. In closing, I just wish there were less idiots in the world that care only about money-makin'. I won't stop my wishful thinking, cause dreams are the stuff that make a person. Wether you believe it or not.
Monday, December 26, 2005
Monday, December 12, 2005
insert credit, Shibuya-kei
So the other I was sitting around, playing this little game called we love katamari. I was really enjoying myself with the game, where you rolled up stuff that make exquisite noises and people and animals that scream in terror cos they know they're going to become incinerated and then transmuted into cosmic-space-material.
Right anyway, i noticed that the music in the game was fuckin incredible, well, not all of the music, but a large portion of the soundtrack was very memorable. So being the irresponsible teenager that I am, i seeked them out on such notorious file-sharing clients like kazzaa and limewire, mostly the latter, because the former sucks and I've uninstalled it's unholy presence from my hard drive.
So I went online and limewired Katamari as it was the keyword that both games have in common.(we love katamri is the sequel to another game called katamari damacy, which was equally as wonderful) And I downloaded the theme song for we love katamari, which was just heavenly. The song was a mix between Swing, Jazz, and Big Band, with japanese lyrics mixed with english lyrics. It called Katamari on the Swing.
As I was enjoying that song, I felt cheeky and googled "katamari damacy reviews" to see what the critics thought about the game. I came across rottentomatoes.com, which is a site that serves to aggregate all the reviews on the net(as many as they can, anyway) of a certain movie, or in this case video-game in one place. I scrolled down the list of reviews, seeing that most critics gave it a thumbs up, I then proceeded to tell myself that yes, katamari damacy for the PS2 is a fuckin good game. I read through some of the reviews that bashed it, mostly saying that the graphics suck. I called them idiots and moved on.
Just as I was about to exit rotten tomatoes, my cursor stopped at the "back" button, I noticed this review, which gave katamari a 'fresh' rating, and yet it's sub headline said " I don't play this game anymore.". Which was, at a glance, obviously contradictory to the "fresh" rating bestowed upon the game. This particular review had caught my attention, and so I clicked on the link that directed me to the review. What followed next was the cleverest game review, that I have ever read. It was more intelligent than all of the mainstream reviews put together times ten. It was the best piece of criticismfor a game that I have ever read. I was hooked.
The site hosting the review was called "insert credit". And to me it was the best thing since sliced bread. I devoured all of their articles, reading like a maniac ale into the night, and after all that jazz I went back to the katamari review. At the end of the review he made a mock-soundtrack for the game, corresponding to his views on the game, which I will not discuss here, since the article is thousands of words long and pretty much speaks for itself. Digressing, the soundtrack had such names as, pizzicato five, lemon jelly, tokyo ska paradise, and a host of others I haven't checked out yet. Referring back to the begining of the entry, I said that the music in katamari damacay and we love katamari is absolutely excellent, and so, detecting that these pieces of music would somehow relate to how the game made me feel, how it played, and other realted stuff, I limewired them.
This japanese band mentioned, pizzicato five, had me hooked on their music. It was a blend of jazz, funk, psychaedelic, electronica and traditional japanese music elements. I thought that they were damn good. So I did a little research on them, and along the way I found out that they were classified under a genre called "shibuya-kei". The wikipedia entry for shibuya-kei listed some other interesting artist that may have rockin good music. As of writing I've already downloaded more than fourty songs under what I suspect would be shibuya-kei music. I'm drenching myself in a whole new world of musical goodness. The last time I felt like this was when I discovered that there was something called jazz in music.
Damn it feels good to be this way.To feel like you've discoevered a new toy to play with, a new continent to explore, a new planet the claim as your own. And to think all this started with a videogame. A very GOOD videogame at that.
Man I love my videogames.
Links to those who might be interested.
Pizzicato five
insert credit
Shibuya-kei
Right anyway, i noticed that the music in the game was fuckin incredible, well, not all of the music, but a large portion of the soundtrack was very memorable. So being the irresponsible teenager that I am, i seeked them out on such notorious file-sharing clients like kazzaa and limewire, mostly the latter, because the former sucks and I've uninstalled it's unholy presence from my hard drive.
So I went online and limewired Katamari as it was the keyword that both games have in common.(we love katamri is the sequel to another game called katamari damacy, which was equally as wonderful) And I downloaded the theme song for we love katamari, which was just heavenly. The song was a mix between Swing, Jazz, and Big Band, with japanese lyrics mixed with english lyrics. It called Katamari on the Swing.
As I was enjoying that song, I felt cheeky and googled "katamari damacy reviews" to see what the critics thought about the game. I came across rottentomatoes.com, which is a site that serves to aggregate all the reviews on the net(as many as they can, anyway) of a certain movie, or in this case video-game in one place. I scrolled down the list of reviews, seeing that most critics gave it a thumbs up, I then proceeded to tell myself that yes, katamari damacy for the PS2 is a fuckin good game. I read through some of the reviews that bashed it, mostly saying that the graphics suck. I called them idiots and moved on.
Just as I was about to exit rotten tomatoes, my cursor stopped at the "back" button, I noticed this review, which gave katamari a 'fresh' rating, and yet it's sub headline said " I don't play this game anymore.". Which was, at a glance, obviously contradictory to the "fresh" rating bestowed upon the game. This particular review had caught my attention, and so I clicked on the link that directed me to the review. What followed next was the cleverest game review, that I have ever read. It was more intelligent than all of the mainstream reviews put together times ten. It was the best piece of criticismfor a game that I have ever read. I was hooked.
The site hosting the review was called "insert credit". And to me it was the best thing since sliced bread. I devoured all of their articles, reading like a maniac ale into the night, and after all that jazz I went back to the katamari review. At the end of the review he made a mock-soundtrack for the game, corresponding to his views on the game, which I will not discuss here, since the article is thousands of words long and pretty much speaks for itself. Digressing, the soundtrack had such names as, pizzicato five, lemon jelly, tokyo ska paradise, and a host of others I haven't checked out yet. Referring back to the begining of the entry, I said that the music in katamari damacay and we love katamari is absolutely excellent, and so, detecting that these pieces of music would somehow relate to how the game made me feel, how it played, and other realted stuff, I limewired them.
This japanese band mentioned, pizzicato five, had me hooked on their music. It was a blend of jazz, funk, psychaedelic, electronica and traditional japanese music elements. I thought that they were damn good. So I did a little research on them, and along the way I found out that they were classified under a genre called "shibuya-kei". The wikipedia entry for shibuya-kei listed some other interesting artist that may have rockin good music. As of writing I've already downloaded more than fourty songs under what I suspect would be shibuya-kei music. I'm drenching myself in a whole new world of musical goodness. The last time I felt like this was when I discovered that there was something called jazz in music.
Damn it feels good to be this way.To feel like you've discoevered a new toy to play with, a new continent to explore, a new planet the claim as your own. And to think all this started with a videogame. A very GOOD videogame at that.
Man I love my videogames.
Links to those who might be interested.
Pizzicato five
insert credit
Shibuya-kei
Monday, December 05, 2005
R.I.P first drug blog in Malaysia. Long Live Sixthseal.
So this is it. This is where (or when, depending on your point of view) the line get's drawn. I've never known Poh Huai Bin personally. I don't really frequent his blog, but this nevertheless saddens me. Greatly. Saddens me in a way that makes me wanna punch someone. Much has been said about this. I agree with Lainie that after going theough almost all of his drug-related posts, I was convinced that I would never ever try drugs myself. If anything, the drug-related posts and videos were an insiparation to not try drugs.
And what's this shit about the paper's saying thast he's trying to PROMOTE drugs to everybody?
"Graduan komputer ajar cara jadi pakar dadah?"
Fuck that. What the Hell?
This only deepens my hatred for the newspapers in Malaysia in General. As a rule of thumb, whenever I hear some shit going on about the political world in Malaysia, I mostly go to Jeff Ooi's blog for further details. I've learned not too trust the Malaysian newspapers too much, but this? It's just plain misleading. First of all, he did NOT condone the use of illicit substances.(It sayd so in his profile damnit! Learn to read, motherfuckers!) It was more of a documentation of these subtances, an effort to provide the truth, to answer any questions you may have about these substances. The clear, un-adulterated truth, what the government is afraid of showing to the public. For me drugs have always been a curiosity, and knowing myself I probably would not try anything in the near future, but before feeling that way, while I was still in the 'kitty wants to play with fire stage', I came across sixthseal through Lainie's site, and after figuring out that this Huai Bin fella and this Verita's guy were basically the same person, I devoured their(his) entries like cookie monster on cookies. The entries on drugs, of course.
Fast forward. Today I'm still clean, the only addictive substances I consume are caffeine and alcohol.I haven't even tried weed for god's sake. And I don't see how anyone(anyone with a sound mind), after reading those posts, would want to try drugs. If anything, tose posts and videos were somewhat scary.
But after all that, it doesn't really matter. The authorities don't care. They don't care wether or not he condoned the usage drugs. They don't care what effect those posts had on our minds and psyche after reading them. They don't think about other ways to solve this problem. Because to them it's just like every other kissing scene in a movie, they don't give a damn. They think the people are stupid, and they need to control them. Democracy is almost non-existant here. To them, the only way combat these problems is censorship. By that they are stripping us of our options. Desacrating our rights. But this after all, is Malaysia.
I know it's been over a week since the incident. Everyone's probably gotten over it by now. Or perhaps trying to forget the terrible ordeal.
You know what? screw freedom of speech on the internet. Screw people trying to express themselves.
Freedom of Speech 0
vs
Malaysian Authorities 1
Links.
Sixthseal
And what's this shit about the paper's saying thast he's trying to PROMOTE drugs to everybody?
"Graduan komputer ajar cara jadi pakar dadah?"
Fuck that. What the Hell?
This only deepens my hatred for the newspapers in Malaysia in General. As a rule of thumb, whenever I hear some shit going on about the political world in Malaysia, I mostly go to Jeff Ooi's blog for further details. I've learned not too trust the Malaysian newspapers too much, but this? It's just plain misleading. First of all, he did NOT condone the use of illicit substances.(It sayd so in his profile damnit! Learn to read, motherfuckers!) It was more of a documentation of these subtances, an effort to provide the truth, to answer any questions you may have about these substances. The clear, un-adulterated truth, what the government is afraid of showing to the public. For me drugs have always been a curiosity, and knowing myself I probably would not try anything in the near future, but before feeling that way, while I was still in the 'kitty wants to play with fire stage', I came across sixthseal through Lainie's site, and after figuring out that this Huai Bin fella and this Verita's guy were basically the same person, I devoured their(his) entries like cookie monster on cookies. The entries on drugs, of course.
Fast forward. Today I'm still clean, the only addictive substances I consume are caffeine and alcohol.I haven't even tried weed for god's sake. And I don't see how anyone(anyone with a sound mind), after reading those posts, would want to try drugs. If anything, tose posts and videos were somewhat scary.
But after all that, it doesn't really matter. The authorities don't care. They don't care wether or not he condoned the usage drugs. They don't care what effect those posts had on our minds and psyche after reading them. They don't think about other ways to solve this problem. Because to them it's just like every other kissing scene in a movie, they don't give a damn. They think the people are stupid, and they need to control them. Democracy is almost non-existant here. To them, the only way combat these problems is censorship. By that they are stripping us of our options. Desacrating our rights. But this after all, is Malaysia.
I know it's been over a week since the incident. Everyone's probably gotten over it by now. Or perhaps trying to forget the terrible ordeal.
You know what? screw freedom of speech on the internet. Screw people trying to express themselves.
Freedom of Speech 0
vs
Malaysian Authorities 1
Links.
Sixthseal
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Friends? what?
Ever wonder what it feels like to find out that most of your friends around you are just pretending?
To find out that yes, it's true, you're hated by more people than you know?
To know that the reason Bob and Jane refused your invitation was not because that they had a sick grandma?
I'm not sure if everybody gone through this, but today I went through it.
And... I'm pretty sad I guess, for a moment anyway. It prompted me to think. THink about how I have been aproachig life as an individual. Think about what should be said and when, or if I should even say them at all. Think, about the friends you have now and the friends that you thought you used to have, or maybe you never really had them at all.
What I can't understand is this.
If you dislike someone, why go through all the trouble to mask yourself and pretend that you're still 'ok' with that individual? To not hurt their feelings? Or for some sort of material gain? Or something else that I haven't really thought about? IF it is because of hurtng their feelings, what would that person feel if he found out through some other individual?
My personal viewpoint is if you don't like someone, you don't necsasary have to scream in their face, but don't go and wear a mask that has the words 'I'm your friend' written all over it just for some selfish reason, I just let said individual know my feelings, maybe not straightforward, but in an indirect way, I feel that it is the best way to show dislike towards other people without hurting their feelings. This is speaking, of course, from a purely friendship point of view.
So the business world gets exemption from this rule then? I don't know. I just think sometimes it's just too hard to see through people. I really don't like to dislike a certain person, but sometimes-and by that it usually means most of the tims-, it's not about me and me alone. I believe that throughout the year I've learned to be less of an asshole, I've been told that I speak to directly to the point, that mty tongue is too sharp sometimes, I've wondered for a long time, wether it was my fault that I spoke with words that pierce to deeply, or is it their fault that they can't learn to accept criticism.
I think that everyone needs to learn to accept criticism, and that the world....no... Malaysia needs to have a voice besides the government's voice. Is it the nature of our country's policies that have its people behave this way? Maybe I'm speaking for too many people, but what I really mean is those around me in my hometown, I really do think sincerely from my heart, that they need to learn to accept criticism, and then the other side of the story would be that I'm just trying to defend myself for speaking too harshly. I don't know. I realize I contradict myself too much. I'd shoot down my own thoughts a minute I've formed them in my head, or worse, said them out loud. But I digress.
So what? Whats the conclusion to this long, meaningless-to-everybody-else-but-myself kind of post? What is in the nutshell? I don't know. Maybe I've improved(as a person), maybe I'm a bigger asshole than before, maybe, maybe, and just maybe it doesn't realy matter at all.
After all.
Happiness is about how much you can turn a blind eye to.
To find out that yes, it's true, you're hated by more people than you know?
To know that the reason Bob and Jane refused your invitation was not because that they had a sick grandma?
I'm not sure if everybody gone through this, but today I went through it.
And... I'm pretty sad I guess, for a moment anyway. It prompted me to think. THink about how I have been aproachig life as an individual. Think about what should be said and when, or if I should even say them at all. Think, about the friends you have now and the friends that you thought you used to have, or maybe you never really had them at all.
What I can't understand is this.
If you dislike someone, why go through all the trouble to mask yourself and pretend that you're still 'ok' with that individual? To not hurt their feelings? Or for some sort of material gain? Or something else that I haven't really thought about? IF it is because of hurtng their feelings, what would that person feel if he found out through some other individual?
My personal viewpoint is if you don't like someone, you don't necsasary have to scream in their face, but don't go and wear a mask that has the words 'I'm your friend' written all over it just for some selfish reason, I just let said individual know my feelings, maybe not straightforward, but in an indirect way, I feel that it is the best way to show dislike towards other people without hurting their feelings. This is speaking, of course, from a purely friendship point of view.
So the business world gets exemption from this rule then? I don't know. I just think sometimes it's just too hard to see through people. I really don't like to dislike a certain person, but sometimes-and by that it usually means most of the tims-, it's not about me and me alone. I believe that throughout the year I've learned to be less of an asshole, I've been told that I speak to directly to the point, that mty tongue is too sharp sometimes, I've wondered for a long time, wether it was my fault that I spoke with words that pierce to deeply, or is it their fault that they can't learn to accept criticism.
I think that everyone needs to learn to accept criticism, and that the world....no... Malaysia needs to have a voice besides the government's voice. Is it the nature of our country's policies that have its people behave this way? Maybe I'm speaking for too many people, but what I really mean is those around me in my hometown, I really do think sincerely from my heart, that they need to learn to accept criticism, and then the other side of the story would be that I'm just trying to defend myself for speaking too harshly. I don't know. I realize I contradict myself too much. I'd shoot down my own thoughts a minute I've formed them in my head, or worse, said them out loud. But I digress.
So what? Whats the conclusion to this long, meaningless-to-everybody-else-but-myself kind of post? What is in the nutshell? I don't know. Maybe I've improved(as a person), maybe I'm a bigger asshole than before, maybe, maybe, and just maybe it doesn't realy matter at all.
After all.
Happiness is about how much you can turn a blind eye to.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Home.
It's funny.
Its 2 04 in the morning and I'm not feeling sleepy.
I want to.
But i don't.
And it sucks cos if it goes on then I"ll probably sleep at 3 and wake up 12 the next day.
Which sucks.
The feeling you get from sleeping late is like when you realized the whore you just fucked was Nicole Anna Smith.
In other words, it sucks.
It sucks cos you just have less daylight, and daylight is always good, no matter what you clubbing fuckers think. :)
Daylight is good. losing too much of it is not. I'll try my best not wake up late tomorrow I guess.
ha ha.
It's the third day I've been back home. The rain shows no sign of stopping and im vexed. I guess I'll see what these three months hold for me.
As usual, when holidays start I have plans to paint. And this time I have something extra, which is a clear vision of what to paint. It remains to see how much of that will bear fruit.
Caught up with some old riends, and some new ones as well. And it's good to know I still have some friends here. though alot of them are assholes. Sometimes.
But then again we're all asholes sometimes. so.
Currently I'm listening to the minibosses and their version of megaman 2 music, its been a while since I last heard them but damn their good.
Here's a link.
What's changed in me these few months, I wonder? I don't know. I never do. But I always feel different, but alot fo things remain the same I guess. I still think u2's sweetest hing is the best song since happy birthday, I still love videogames(I don't think I'll EVER grow out of them, so my future girlfriend, if you're reading, beware :) ), I still can't play the guitar very well, I still write blog entries like an idiot lost in the woods, I still don't like planning ahead before doing something, I'm still fat, and I'm still single, which is..... regrettable I guess. I think I still have the tendency to make the worst cjoices at the worst possible time, but thank god for friends who remind me of my stupidity, and, I'm still me. I guess not really alot has changed, but I like to believe, and I ALWAYS like to believe that I've matured abit more, though I realize that he who thinks he is matured is always childish.
What's next?
I guess I WILL start painting in a few days, after a few studies I guess, and now, IM off... to play dragon quest 8, which I might say, is a damn good game.
About videogames.
I play alot. I do mean ALOT of games. and recently I finished Killer7, which is the single coolest game i have EVER played. And that's saying alot. I do realize that it's not for everybody, and not everyone will love, or even like it, but for those who do, yeah, 'kita geng'. I was just heavily impressed with the game, and one character form that game srood out, and that was this chap named Andrei Ulmeyda. He's become my symbol of cool, and is what I associate with Killer7, and I really want to paint a picture of him. complete with some of his lines form the game.
It's just classic.
ANyway I've written an awful lot, and too bad my good friend decided to stop blogging. Not that it has anything to do with me writing alot. heh.If you're reading this, call me when you're in town. I'll be here for 3 months.
Its 2 04 in the morning and I'm not feeling sleepy.
I want to.
But i don't.
And it sucks cos if it goes on then I"ll probably sleep at 3 and wake up 12 the next day.
Which sucks.
The feeling you get from sleeping late is like when you realized the whore you just fucked was Nicole Anna Smith.
In other words, it sucks.
It sucks cos you just have less daylight, and daylight is always good, no matter what you clubbing fuckers think. :)
Daylight is good. losing too much of it is not. I'll try my best not wake up late tomorrow I guess.
ha ha.
It's the third day I've been back home. The rain shows no sign of stopping and im vexed. I guess I'll see what these three months hold for me.
As usual, when holidays start I have plans to paint. And this time I have something extra, which is a clear vision of what to paint. It remains to see how much of that will bear fruit.
Caught up with some old riends, and some new ones as well. And it's good to know I still have some friends here. though alot of them are assholes. Sometimes.
But then again we're all asholes sometimes. so.
Currently I'm listening to the minibosses and their version of megaman 2 music, its been a while since I last heard them but damn their good.
Here's a link.
What's changed in me these few months, I wonder? I don't know. I never do. But I always feel different, but alot fo things remain the same I guess. I still think u2's sweetest hing is the best song since happy birthday, I still love videogames(I don't think I'll EVER grow out of them, so my future girlfriend, if you're reading, beware :) ), I still can't play the guitar very well, I still write blog entries like an idiot lost in the woods, I still don't like planning ahead before doing something, I'm still fat, and I'm still single, which is..... regrettable I guess. I think I still have the tendency to make the worst cjoices at the worst possible time, but thank god for friends who remind me of my stupidity, and, I'm still me. I guess not really alot has changed, but I like to believe, and I ALWAYS like to believe that I've matured abit more, though I realize that he who thinks he is matured is always childish.
What's next?
I guess I WILL start painting in a few days, after a few studies I guess, and now, IM off... to play dragon quest 8, which I might say, is a damn good game.
About videogames.
I play alot. I do mean ALOT of games. and recently I finished Killer7, which is the single coolest game i have EVER played. And that's saying alot. I do realize that it's not for everybody, and not everyone will love, or even like it, but for those who do, yeah, 'kita geng'. I was just heavily impressed with the game, and one character form that game srood out, and that was this chap named Andrei Ulmeyda. He's become my symbol of cool, and is what I associate with Killer7, and I really want to paint a picture of him. complete with some of his lines form the game.
It's just classic.
ANyway I've written an awful lot, and too bad my good friend decided to stop blogging. Not that it has anything to do with me writing alot. heh.If you're reading this, call me when you're in town. I'll be here for 3 months.
Monday, November 14, 2005
Singapore Afterthoughts
There was a design conference going on in Singapore that lasted for three days, took place at Suntec city, and had annoying emcees a few days ago. Although they called it a conference, it actually became more of an exhibition, with artists(not designers, at least not my definition of designers) showing off their works and not really explaining anything. We were kinda like kids looking through the glass of a cotton candy machine.
They called design edge 2005 and it was organized by IDN.
It was pretty good, just that the stupid fatass hip hop emcee ruined the whole thing.
some designers/artists i find interesesting/cool.
Mode2.
London Based Grafitti artist. Used to do alot of pencil and ink work befoire he got into graffiti. he told us his house got robbed a while back and all his art work was stolen, and that was why he didn't show alot of his old stuff, which is sad. I think I liked his old stuff better though.
Delta.
Netherlands based artist. Mostly works in abstracted geometric shapes. Very distinctive style, and abstracts words and letters so much that nobody will know what's ging on in his art work, but as with all good art work, that does not make it less interesting to look at.
Rostarr.
ABC with mad skillz. His style is very spontaneous and he uses alot of improvisation in his work, which looks amazing, and he waws kind enough to sign my sketchbook twicw, although I dont think he remembers la. :)
Designer's Republic.
I think this would be the only legit designers at the conference, the rest of them were mostly artists as far as I can tell. These guys are pretty fuckin amazing. They've done gigs for a shitload of clients, including videogame companies like capcom. I eyed I Killer7 Postcard or something and went gaga over it. They also did alot of cd covers for independant bands. Interesting bunch of guys.
UVA
These guys are also pretty cool. they do motion graphics stuff. IT and design stuffz that I dont really know how to explain. It involves generating images in real time using custom programs. Well, not images but rather collages of useless information that when juxtaposed side by side will look and sound really deep, and therefore, be cool.As I remember one fo their biggest lients was Massive Ak, they did the background screen for the band's live tour, which is wicked cool.
Yeah.
So even if the conference was a letdown, it was still solid and was definitely an eyeopening experience. I'd say I learned quite a few things there. However... if the emcee's are like that again next year, then Im saving my money for a different conference.
They called design edge 2005 and it was organized by IDN.
It was pretty good, just that the stupid fatass hip hop emcee ruined the whole thing.
some designers/artists i find interesesting/cool.
Mode2.
London Based Grafitti artist. Used to do alot of pencil and ink work befoire he got into graffiti. he told us his house got robbed a while back and all his art work was stolen, and that was why he didn't show alot of his old stuff, which is sad. I think I liked his old stuff better though.
Delta.
Netherlands based artist. Mostly works in abstracted geometric shapes. Very distinctive style, and abstracts words and letters so much that nobody will know what's ging on in his art work, but as with all good art work, that does not make it less interesting to look at.
Rostarr.
ABC with mad skillz. His style is very spontaneous and he uses alot of improvisation in his work, which looks amazing, and he waws kind enough to sign my sketchbook twicw, although I dont think he remembers la. :)
Designer's Republic.
I think this would be the only legit designers at the conference, the rest of them were mostly artists as far as I can tell. These guys are pretty fuckin amazing. They've done gigs for a shitload of clients, including videogame companies like capcom. I eyed I Killer7 Postcard or something and went gaga over it. They also did alot of cd covers for independant bands. Interesting bunch of guys.
UVA
These guys are also pretty cool. they do motion graphics stuff. IT and design stuffz that I dont really know how to explain. It involves generating images in real time using custom programs. Well, not images but rather collages of useless information that when juxtaposed side by side will look and sound really deep, and therefore, be cool.As I remember one fo their biggest lients was Massive Ak, they did the background screen for the band's live tour, which is wicked cool.
Yeah.
So even if the conference was a letdown, it was still solid and was definitely an eyeopening experience. I'd say I learned quite a few things there. However... if the emcee's are like that again next year, then Im saving my money for a different conference.
Sunday, November 06, 2005
ah......fuck.
Ah fuck.
Ah fuck.Ah fuck.
Ah fuck.Ah fuck.Ah fuck.
Ah fuck.Ah fuck.Ah fuck.Ah fuck.
Ah fuck.Ah fuck.Ah fuck.Ah fuck.Ah fuck.
Ah fuck.Ah fuck.Ah fuck.Ah fuck.Ah fuck.Ah fuck.
Ah fuck.Ah fuck.Ah fuck.Ah fuck.Ah fuck.Ah fuck.Ah fuck.
Oh fuck.
Im done.
*
It's sunday. A day of rest. A day after the sun. A day where, like any other day, shit can happen.
And today God smiled down on me as he threw me a steaming pile of shit in my face. It's just like any other day, just a little more shitty.
*
Tomorrow is monday. I got work due monday. I should probably get them done by tonight. I looked at the oile of uncut infraborads behind the door of my room and I sigh. It's Sunday Night.
My mid-break is over. And it's a time of much sighing and cursing. A period of extreme emo-ness.
*
A few days back I was in thailand. I remembered taking alot of pictures and thinking about alot of things to write about here. But my memory doth betrays me. I guess I eventually will write about my 6 day trip in Thailand, just that I neither have the mood nor motivation to do it now.
I do remember getting 100 or so pages more into Moby Dick. Sure, I understand less than 50% even after reading each paragraph twice, but I still like it. It's been sitting on my table, collecting dust after I came to KL. My computer and PS2 are both distracting me way too much to read seriously. Bitches. :)
*
Congrats to Mr Ming for succesfully completing the 30day artist project. It was very inspiring to see you go through it. You certainly gave me alot to think about, and here I wish you all the best in your future endeavors. I hope I get to see the paintings in person someday. Oh and By the way...I'm just some guy from a school you used to study at. All the Best and take care.
Ah fuck.Ah fuck.
Ah fuck.Ah fuck.Ah fuck.
Ah fuck.Ah fuck.Ah fuck.Ah fuck.
Ah fuck.Ah fuck.Ah fuck.Ah fuck.Ah fuck.
Ah fuck.Ah fuck.Ah fuck.Ah fuck.Ah fuck.Ah fuck.
Ah fuck.Ah fuck.Ah fuck.Ah fuck.Ah fuck.Ah fuck.Ah fuck.
Oh fuck.
Im done.
*
It's sunday. A day of rest. A day after the sun. A day where, like any other day, shit can happen.
And today God smiled down on me as he threw me a steaming pile of shit in my face. It's just like any other day, just a little more shitty.
*
Tomorrow is monday. I got work due monday. I should probably get them done by tonight. I looked at the oile of uncut infraborads behind the door of my room and I sigh. It's Sunday Night.
My mid-break is over. And it's a time of much sighing and cursing. A period of extreme emo-ness.
*
A few days back I was in thailand. I remembered taking alot of pictures and thinking about alot of things to write about here. But my memory doth betrays me. I guess I eventually will write about my 6 day trip in Thailand, just that I neither have the mood nor motivation to do it now.
I do remember getting 100 or so pages more into Moby Dick. Sure, I understand less than 50% even after reading each paragraph twice, but I still like it. It's been sitting on my table, collecting dust after I came to KL. My computer and PS2 are both distracting me way too much to read seriously. Bitches. :)
*
Congrats to Mr Ming for succesfully completing the 30day artist project. It was very inspiring to see you go through it. You certainly gave me alot to think about, and here I wish you all the best in your future endeavors. I hope I get to see the paintings in person someday. Oh and By the way...I'm just some guy from a school you used to study at. All the Best and take care.
Saturday, October 29, 2005
BAcK from the land of nonline.
About a week i go I was sentenced by the higher-ups. THey determined that I've had too much net in my life. Lo and behold I was sentenced into the depths of the land of no online. I call it the land of nonline. I finally got my connection back up and running thursday and look at what I've missed.
Quake 4's release.
Wanda and he Colossus.
FEAR.
RE4.
AOE 3.
CIV 4.
I logged into gamespy that day and I felt like I've been cut off from the outside world for aeons.
And theres was jocelyn too.
Suprising, but not unexpected I guess.
Like I said. Behind you all the way.
A soft wind blows, and it feels like I did many things wrong this semester. Even more so than all the last semesters combined. Offended way more people. SAid way more shitty things. And did way too many things wrong. Perhaps it's a sign of maturity, or perhaps it's a sign of realizing stupidity too late. I'm not sure anymore. Our semester has 15 weeks. It's already week 13 and week 14's a holiday.
Time don't fuckin wait for nobody.
Then it's 3 months of holiday.
I promised myself I'd get work this time.
Hooray la.
A soft wind blows. James Blunt on winamp off bit torrent. A rare sunny day and I'm indoors. Missed chances and missed opportunities. Who's to give me a second chance? I believe in giving chances. It's just too bad the worldd does not. I believe we learn form our mistakes. Just too bad sometime's that one mistake is already too much.
Screw Love. Hello Carlsberg.
Women now have choices. They can be married, not married, have a job, not have a job, be married with children, unmarried with children. Men have the same choice we've always had: work, or prison.
Tim Allen.
Screw Life. Gimme something fresh.
Ending on a note about corpse bride. I liked it.
Quake 4's release.
Wanda and he Colossus.
FEAR.
RE4.
AOE 3.
CIV 4.
I logged into gamespy that day and I felt like I've been cut off from the outside world for aeons.
And theres was jocelyn too.
Suprising, but not unexpected I guess.
Like I said. Behind you all the way.
A soft wind blows, and it feels like I did many things wrong this semester. Even more so than all the last semesters combined. Offended way more people. SAid way more shitty things. And did way too many things wrong. Perhaps it's a sign of maturity, or perhaps it's a sign of realizing stupidity too late. I'm not sure anymore. Our semester has 15 weeks. It's already week 13 and week 14's a holiday.
Time don't fuckin wait for nobody.
Then it's 3 months of holiday.
I promised myself I'd get work this time.
Hooray la.
A soft wind blows. James Blunt on winamp off bit torrent. A rare sunny day and I'm indoors. Missed chances and missed opportunities. Who's to give me a second chance? I believe in giving chances. It's just too bad the worldd does not. I believe we learn form our mistakes. Just too bad sometime's that one mistake is already too much.
Screw Love. Hello Carlsberg.
Women now have choices. They can be married, not married, have a job, not have a job, be married with children, unmarried with children. Men have the same choice we've always had: work, or prison.
Tim Allen.
Screw Life. Gimme something fresh.
Ending on a note about corpse bride. I liked it.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
movie.
Sunway. Movie. Skeleton key.
Liked it.
Been a long time since I was scared in the cinema... the last time i think was ju-on2. Way back in last year. If it sounds like I'm saying that skeleton key was scary, then I'll clarify it's not. It is, a movie with some intriguing backstory, good acting, and like the review in the star said a few days back, 'a return to horror basics'.
I liked the fact that a minimal amount of special effects was used. Lately all the movies released are plagued with an overuse of special effects. It's nice to see a movie like this once in a while.
right.
gonna sleep now..
wake up early tomorrow.
Liked it.
Been a long time since I was scared in the cinema... the last time i think was ju-on2. Way back in last year. If it sounds like I'm saying that skeleton key was scary, then I'll clarify it's not. It is, a movie with some intriguing backstory, good acting, and like the review in the star said a few days back, 'a return to horror basics'.
I liked the fact that a minimal amount of special effects was used. Lately all the movies released are plagued with an overuse of special effects. It's nice to see a movie like this once in a while.
right.
gonna sleep now..
wake up early tomorrow.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
sketch.
Some time ago we had a class presentation about our magazine redesign project, it was about comparing teo magazines, one local and one interantional, identifying the merits of both and coming up with a new magazine layout, cover, whatever. I got bored halfway through the presentations cause it really seemed like everyone is doing the same magazine, which was CLEO.
rrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiight.
To top it off, not only were they redesigning the same frickin magazine, they were saying the saem things about them too. One guy would be like "ok, CLEO here has too many sub headlines...." and the next guy would go "I think the sub heads are overused..." and the subheads would be 'cramped', 'too many', or any other deriviative word of the same nature. I took out my sketchbook and started drawing this thingy during the 2nd CLEO magazine redesign. Finished at the last CLEO magazine redesign. You'd think that studying in a college with the word creative in it's name the students would try to at least choose DIIFERENT FOOKIN TOPICS FOR ASSIGNMENTS. Anyway. Yeah.
I drew this entirely out of imagination and I'm pretty proud of it. haha. It's not finished but it's been sitting there collecting dust for a few weeks now. maybe I'll try to complete it soon.. with color even.(gasp!)
more to come tomorrow.
Monday, October 10, 2005
Specs.
The other day I noticed my friend elsen had an extra spectacle frame lying around. Being the extra nosy person that I am, and plus I was hyper at that time, I took them from him, and said that I was gonna try it out for a few days. Not that I need it, I have like perfect vision :).
Change of image I guess. Today(monday) was the first day that I tried them on to school and the look on everyone's face was just FRICKIN PRICLESS.
I walked out of the house and my friend standing over the side had his jaw down. In the class everyone looked at me like an animal in the zoo. I enjoyed the attention for a while I guess.
It will go down as one of the most memorable days of my life.
The first day I wore glasses. The frame of it at least. I think it makes me look more professional. Which is to say, less like an asshole and more like a nerd. I spent some 5 minutes or so looking at myself in the mirror. I think I can do with this new look.
SO I said to myself, let's try it on for a few days and see how this goes. So far for the first day feedback is mixed. Genrally those who wore contacts said they didn't like it, maybe cos they just didn't like glasses in the first place(which is probably the reason they traded glasses for contacts),and the others felt it was fine, being egotistical, I went around asking how this new look fit me. Pretty much got the answers I want out of them. :)
What can I say? It's a way to preserve your mental health. *laughter*. Magazine layout, cover and masthead due tomorrow.
Change of image I guess. Today(monday) was the first day that I tried them on to school and the look on everyone's face was just FRICKIN PRICLESS.
I walked out of the house and my friend standing over the side had his jaw down. In the class everyone looked at me like an animal in the zoo. I enjoyed the attention for a while I guess.
It will go down as one of the most memorable days of my life.
The first day I wore glasses. The frame of it at least. I think it makes me look more professional. Which is to say, less like an asshole and more like a nerd. I spent some 5 minutes or so looking at myself in the mirror. I think I can do with this new look.
SO I said to myself, let's try it on for a few days and see how this goes. So far for the first day feedback is mixed. Genrally those who wore contacts said they didn't like it, maybe cos they just didn't like glasses in the first place(which is probably the reason they traded glasses for contacts),and the others felt it was fine, being egotistical, I went around asking how this new look fit me. Pretty much got the answers I want out of them. :)
What can I say? It's a way to preserve your mental health. *laughter*. Magazine layout, cover and masthead due tomorrow.
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Thursday
The middle of the week. My how time flies.
Finished Fahrenheit/Indigo Prophecy yesterday. yay. Ok graphics and a very good storyline. I'd suggest anyone with a PS2 to pick it up. You'll be hooked. I assure you.. or double your money back.
As i look around my room to think about what to write about....absolutely nothing springs into mind. It's always like that, wether it's with photoshop, illustrator, a canvas or even a blank piece of paper, it's very hard for me to capture THAT particular moment when everything was crystal clear and ready to go. It's like a bottle of champagne I guess. Shake it hard enough for long enough, everything spills out, sometimes too much, but that's what glasses and cups are for right?
Seems like most of the time I'm shaking this bottle of champagne, but for some reason or another I fail to give it that final stroke, that little wiggle, coz all the glasses and cups neede to fill all that good stuff is hidden somewhere under the bed, behind the closet or above the what-have-you-shit, and by the time I managed to get all the glasses and cups ready I forgot the ice. And so off again I go, and by the time I'm back the pressure in the bottle has gone and I can't seem to get it back up to that point, try as I may. Bloody shit. Wrong Place at the Wrong Time? Lousy ideas. coming at the wrong time in a blur. I hereby command thee to speak thy thoughts clearly and only when thou be needed.
Ah, the Life of a self-proclaimed-pseudo-artist.
Well I'm off, I owe some feelow called CK a number of sketches.. or rather one big drawing.. or whatever. I owe him something and if I don't pay him back soon I'm in deep shit. tata.
Finished Fahrenheit/Indigo Prophecy yesterday. yay. Ok graphics and a very good storyline. I'd suggest anyone with a PS2 to pick it up. You'll be hooked. I assure you.. or double your money back.
As i look around my room to think about what to write about....absolutely nothing springs into mind. It's always like that, wether it's with photoshop, illustrator, a canvas or even a blank piece of paper, it's very hard for me to capture THAT particular moment when everything was crystal clear and ready to go. It's like a bottle of champagne I guess. Shake it hard enough for long enough, everything spills out, sometimes too much, but that's what glasses and cups are for right?
Seems like most of the time I'm shaking this bottle of champagne, but for some reason or another I fail to give it that final stroke, that little wiggle, coz all the glasses and cups neede to fill all that good stuff is hidden somewhere under the bed, behind the closet or above the what-have-you-shit, and by the time I managed to get all the glasses and cups ready I forgot the ice. And so off again I go, and by the time I'm back the pressure in the bottle has gone and I can't seem to get it back up to that point, try as I may. Bloody shit. Wrong Place at the Wrong Time? Lousy ideas. coming at the wrong time in a blur. I hereby command thee to speak thy thoughts clearly and only when thou be needed.
Ah, the Life of a self-proclaimed-pseudo-artist.
Well I'm off, I owe some feelow called CK a number of sketches.. or rather one big drawing.. or whatever. I owe him something and if I don't pay him back soon I'm in deep shit. tata.
Monday, October 03, 2005
YES BABEH!!!!!!
This is just WAY too cool.
harvey danger releases album for FREE. FOREVER.
Free music. Well seeded bit torrent. Legal.
Man I can't contain my excitement. What if this takes off.... man just think of the possibilities.
If this actually works, man... the world's a better place. A small step in liberating the world from greed. And people have trouble comprehending why my passion is art.
This is also, WAY cool.
And so is this.
The 30 day artist.
And since I'm on a roll, here ya go.
What they don't teach you in college.
Malaysian art...uhh.. car salesman paints 30 paintings all the while keeping his day job?
Man this I GOTTA see. More power to him.
Update: right. sorry. 40. paintings that is.
harvey danger releases album for FREE. FOREVER.
Free music. Well seeded bit torrent. Legal.
Man I can't contain my excitement. What if this takes off.... man just think of the possibilities.
If this actually works, man... the world's a better place. A small step in liberating the world from greed. And people have trouble comprehending why my passion is art.
This is also, WAY cool.
And so is this.
The 30 day artist.
And since I'm on a roll, here ya go.
What they don't teach you in college.
Malaysian art...uhh.. car salesman paints 30 paintings all the while keeping his day job?
Man this I GOTTA see. More power to him.
Update: right. sorry. 40. paintings that is.
Friday, September 30, 2005
Glitz
Great, great day, although it's 3am and I'm still not feeling sleepy, which can be a good thing or a bad thing, depending on your point of view.
Glitz.
Every year it seems, our college holds a sort of talent-singing-dancing competition.
Glitz.
Tons of students sign up...ok not tons, but still quite alot. Four or 5 categories in total, and the winner of each category gets 500 bucks, except for the band category, which gets 1000.
Glitz.
One of my friends managed to pass the preliminaries(unlike me) and went on to the finals. Which ended [about]2 hours ago. Congrats to her for getting third place. The entire event lasted for about 5 hours, from 8pm. For 10 bucks.
Glitz.
However you look at it, 10 bucks, for 4 or 5 hours worth of music.... not a bad deal. AT ALL. pity to all the people who didn't want to go. As is the case with events such as this, there will be lousy performances, even embarassing ones, but there were WAY alot more good to outweigh the bad. The bands were good but I only managed to catch a few of them because of my role as the driver for the day. Dinner. Or Lunch, my friends wanted to have. I did manage to catch a pretty good rendition of Sova's Biarkan aku, an indon song, which rocks, and also a pretty bad cover of Aeroplane, RHCP. For me though, the highlight of the night has to be when a bald girl called nicole and some other guy did an absolutely FANTASTIC cover of The Rolling Stones - I can't get no satisfaction. There were a few performances which I thought deserved a standing ovation. True enough, this one more than desreved it. By the time they were finished I could say almost half of the people in the hall was on thei feet, giving their wildest applause. One girl, one guitar, one fucking amazing song. And truere still, they went on to win the first in their category, which was duets.
Interesting facts for the night....
One girl did this belly dancing thing and actually danced off stged to the front of the judges. I shouted CHEEBAI at the top of my my lungs. Daniel had nothing to say about it.
Interesting cultural performances of the night. Iranian music. Dance, play, drama, performance art. Whatever. Although I've heard enough Iranian music to last me a long time at the Rainforest World Music Festival some time back, this one still came as an interesting show as the performers incorporated all of the above triats(Dance, play, drama, performance art. Whatever) into their.......performance. They were filed under dance group though. Even though they only had one dancer and the other two were playing a sitar and a.....dath i think.
The emcees sucked. Ass. Badly. There was this bald guy. Persian, or Iranian, I think. Annoying voice and accent. Agrees with anything anybody says and likes everything everybody performs. Punch imminent.
"Do you know Kris Dayanti?" asked one of the performers.
"Oh yeah sure I do.. I Love them"
rrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiigggggggggggghhhhhht.
Asshole.
Buit then again he was just doing his job..... or trying to look cool. Or something.
Bah.
Still wanna punch him.
Met Rina there. Not really surprised to see her there, but still feel glad as I managed to get her number, which I lost, along with my phone 2 days ago.
In closing.... a VERY inspiring and happy night. (I spent the rest of the day photo shooting and playing indigo prophecy on my ps2. note: gotta write about it next time.)NO regrets at all.... well maybe a little bit when i walked out during the bands. But If there's such a thing as glitz next year, I'll make sure to be there. OH.. and I'll try to make it past the auditions next time. :)
Ciao.
Glitz.
Every year it seems, our college holds a sort of talent-singing-dancing competition.
Glitz.
Tons of students sign up...ok not tons, but still quite alot. Four or 5 categories in total, and the winner of each category gets 500 bucks, except for the band category, which gets 1000.
Glitz.
One of my friends managed to pass the preliminaries(unlike me) and went on to the finals. Which ended [about]2 hours ago. Congrats to her for getting third place. The entire event lasted for about 5 hours, from 8pm. For 10 bucks.
Glitz.
However you look at it, 10 bucks, for 4 or 5 hours worth of music.... not a bad deal. AT ALL. pity to all the people who didn't want to go. As is the case with events such as this, there will be lousy performances, even embarassing ones, but there were WAY alot more good to outweigh the bad. The bands were good but I only managed to catch a few of them because of my role as the driver for the day. Dinner. Or Lunch, my friends wanted to have. I did manage to catch a pretty good rendition of Sova's Biarkan aku, an indon song, which rocks, and also a pretty bad cover of Aeroplane, RHCP. For me though, the highlight of the night has to be when a bald girl called nicole and some other guy did an absolutely FANTASTIC cover of The Rolling Stones - I can't get no satisfaction. There were a few performances which I thought deserved a standing ovation. True enough, this one more than desreved it. By the time they were finished I could say almost half of the people in the hall was on thei feet, giving their wildest applause. One girl, one guitar, one fucking amazing song. And truere still, they went on to win the first in their category, which was duets.
Interesting facts for the night....
One girl did this belly dancing thing and actually danced off stged to the front of the judges. I shouted CHEEBAI at the top of my my lungs. Daniel had nothing to say about it.
Interesting cultural performances of the night. Iranian music. Dance, play, drama, performance art. Whatever. Although I've heard enough Iranian music to last me a long time at the Rainforest World Music Festival some time back, this one still came as an interesting show as the performers incorporated all of the above triats(Dance, play, drama, performance art. Whatever) into their.......performance. They were filed under dance group though. Even though they only had one dancer and the other two were playing a sitar and a.....dath i think.
The emcees sucked. Ass. Badly. There was this bald guy. Persian, or Iranian, I think. Annoying voice and accent. Agrees with anything anybody says and likes everything everybody performs. Punch imminent.
"Do you know Kris Dayanti?" asked one of the performers.
"Oh yeah sure I do.. I Love them"
rrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiigggggggggggghhhhhht.
Asshole.
Buit then again he was just doing his job..... or trying to look cool. Or something.
Bah.
Still wanna punch him.
Met Rina there. Not really surprised to see her there, but still feel glad as I managed to get her number, which I lost, along with my phone 2 days ago.
In closing.... a VERY inspiring and happy night. (I spent the rest of the day photo shooting and playing indigo prophecy on my ps2. note: gotta write about it next time.)NO regrets at all.... well maybe a little bit when i walked out during the bands. But If there's such a thing as glitz next year, I'll make sure to be there. OH.. and I'll try to make it past the auditions next time. :)
Ciao.
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Things come in fuckin threes.
' Things come in threes' I read in a book once, I think it was hearts in atlantis by stephen king. Things come in threes. If this is true then I'm going to have another strike sometime soon. How often is it that you lose your phone and bang your car in the course of three days? It's been a rough week, and holding on to the 'threes principle', Im expecting another strike. Maybe it's my car again, maybe it's my computer, or maybe it's someone I'm close to. At any rate, losing my phone has been a great shock, first of all I don't really know how i lost it. I probably dropped it somewhere on the road. I remember putting it in my pocket and walking to the nearby laundry and on my way back it was gone. And all the while I was kidding myself saying that I must have left it at home. Imagine my surprise when I called my number and all I got was 'The person you tried to call, is unavailable.' That cold, mechanical female voice. As if it was mocking me. Lousy piece of shit. Sonnova bitch.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Sigh.
Its been a rough week for sure.
I'm expecting it to get rougher.
Friday's the submission of our packagings.
Tomorrow I've got a sketch book due and I've done zit.
I guess I can't help but feeling depressed. Not because of losing my phone, but technically it's also because of that, but of feling how many stupid mistakes I've made in such a short span of time. Of course to make mistakes is to be human, but I'm becoming to think I've been making a shit load of not only mistakes, but stupid mistakes in a short span of time. Ah well. I guess dealing with it is part of life as well.
On a brighter note, I'd like to believe that after so much bad shit happening this week, I hope next week and the week after that to be slightly better. I have this weird theory that life goes up and down like a swing, so I guess I'm at the lowest point at the moment.
Newsflash.
Thing's DO come in threes.
One of my friend has been hospitalized because of the recent dengue epidemic in malaysia.
Best wishes to her. Get well soon. Cause there'e always more people who care about you than you know.
All in all A VERY shitty week, I give it a 1.......out of 5
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Sigh.
Its been a rough week for sure.
I'm expecting it to get rougher.
Friday's the submission of our packagings.
Tomorrow I've got a sketch book due and I've done zit.
I guess I can't help but feeling depressed. Not because of losing my phone, but technically it's also because of that, but of feling how many stupid mistakes I've made in such a short span of time. Of course to make mistakes is to be human, but I'm becoming to think I've been making a shit load of not only mistakes, but stupid mistakes in a short span of time. Ah well. I guess dealing with it is part of life as well.
On a brighter note, I'd like to believe that after so much bad shit happening this week, I hope next week and the week after that to be slightly better. I have this weird theory that life goes up and down like a swing, so I guess I'm at the lowest point at the moment.
Newsflash.
Thing's DO come in threes.
One of my friend has been hospitalized because of the recent dengue epidemic in malaysia.
Best wishes to her. Get well soon. Cause there'e always more people who care about you than you know.
All in all A VERY shitty week, I give it a 1.......out of 5
Sunday, September 25, 2005
I'm rambling. nonsensically. don't read.
hmm. I think I really should be doing work.
I got a journal due in a few hours and I'm barely halfway through.
Last minute.
Students Life.
Or is it the same everywhere?
Loads of shit happened in the last few days.
Which would kinda go on to explain why I was slacking off so much these few days.
Stomp.
Man that was good. Even though I went in an hour late and got the worst seats available it was still good. Supposed to meet jocey but shit happens, and the rain falls, spewing jam all over our faces. Those damn cars. And while I'm at it screw them fuckin city planners as well.
Regardless, It was still damn good. Stomp. 77 bucks well spent. Even though I only caught less than half of it. Yeah. SO...... yeah
go watch it. If you're anywhere near Singapore. Next. Right.
Oh she's online.
Oh good she's set her status to busy...
gotta refrain from messaging her...
gotta control.
Bitch.
Something Evil this way comes.
Land of the dead.
Good, but somewhat dissapointing. Zombies galore.
Daniel.
Bastard.
Sometimes.
Khin.
Journal.
Argggh.
Work.
Start.
Now.
Worst.
Post.
Ever.
I got a journal due in a few hours and I'm barely halfway through.
Last minute.
Students Life.
Or is it the same everywhere?
Loads of shit happened in the last few days.
Which would kinda go on to explain why I was slacking off so much these few days.
Stomp.
Man that was good. Even though I went in an hour late and got the worst seats available it was still good. Supposed to meet jocey but shit happens, and the rain falls, spewing jam all over our faces. Those damn cars. And while I'm at it screw them fuckin city planners as well.
Regardless, It was still damn good. Stomp. 77 bucks well spent. Even though I only caught less than half of it. Yeah. SO...... yeah
go watch it. If you're anywhere near Singapore. Next. Right.
Oh she's online.
Oh good she's set her status to busy...
gotta refrain from messaging her...
gotta control.
Bitch.
Something Evil this way comes.
Land of the dead.
Good, but somewhat dissapointing. Zombies galore.
Daniel.
Bastard.
Sometimes.
Khin.
Journal.
Argggh.
Work.
Start.
Now.
Worst.
Post.
Ever.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Batik.
Right.
Batik. The traditional art form handed down from generation to generation by the locals.
Batik. The Patterns that have mesmerized those ang moh kau for a long time.
Batik. Highly stylistic, highly colourful and extremely marketable.
Batik. The torture felt by each and every graphic design student in linkokwing for 3 semesters with no signs of slowing down.
Batik. Where's the FRICKIN LIGHTER!!!???
Batik. The traditional art form handed down from generation to generation by the locals.
Batik. The Patterns that have mesmerized those ang moh kau for a long time.
Batik. Highly stylistic, highly colourful and extremely marketable.
Batik. The torture felt by each and every graphic design student in linkokwing for 3 semesters with no signs of slowing down.
Batik. Where's the FRICKIN LIGHTER!!!???
Thursday, September 15, 2005
Advent Children. Khin.
Final Fantasy VII:advent Children was leaked a few days ago. Not really a surprise, but exciting nontheless. I downloaded it the other day and watched it. I'll just say it's gonna please most of the Final Fantasy VII fans. Too bad I wasn't too happy with it. Moving on.
Lots of work to do. My sociology and design lecturer still sucks. Today we were supposed to have a lecture on visual literacy, semiotics, and some other stuff. But by the way she's teaching coupled with her horrendous slides...I'd give her marks for effort. The whole lecture sesson consisted of me trying to listen to what she's talking about. You see, she has this thick, chinese-cum-cantonese accent going on. Aproved becomes aploved and actually becomes actuarry. Her powerpoint slides are the champion though.
"Cradle-Cradle design is the awareness in the product design as it impluse the concept for sustain the future better life for our next generation. The ecological protection is vital for our life as we do not own the world but we borrow from our children."
Now to be fair, it wouldn't be as much a problem if she would just let us READ THE FUCKIN SLIDES. I'm sure those things move at lightspeed, click click click she goes. Damn.
She then proceeds to upload all the slides onto a yahoo group she created and which we are all a part of. In pdf format. And we're supoosed to print it out. Nice going. I just lost the motivation to go to the rest of your classes for th rest of the semester.
At the end of each class she gives us a 'one minute paper' and tells us to fill it in. It would contain a few questions like 'what is the question that remains at the top most of your head?' or things like 'summarize the lecture topic today'. Normally I'd fill it in like a good, obedient student, because no matter how confusing her lecture sesson was, i always managed to learn something.
Today, I filled in the 'what is the most important/meaningful thing you learned today?' question with 'umm........' And I filled in 'what is the question that remains at the top most of your head?' with 'uh....... please use less complicated english in your slides next time. I am trying to learn. Thank You.'
I hope she notices.
Lots of work to do. My sociology and design lecturer still sucks. Today we were supposed to have a lecture on visual literacy, semiotics, and some other stuff. But by the way she's teaching coupled with her horrendous slides...I'd give her marks for effort. The whole lecture sesson consisted of me trying to listen to what she's talking about. You see, she has this thick, chinese-cum-cantonese accent going on. Aproved becomes aploved and actually becomes actuarry. Her powerpoint slides are the champion though.
"Cradle-Cradle design is the awareness in the product design as it impluse the concept for sustain the future better life for our next generation. The ecological protection is vital for our life as we do not own the world but we borrow from our children."
Now to be fair, it wouldn't be as much a problem if she would just let us READ THE FUCKIN SLIDES. I'm sure those things move at lightspeed, click click click she goes. Damn.
She then proceeds to upload all the slides onto a yahoo group she created and which we are all a part of. In pdf format. And we're supoosed to print it out. Nice going. I just lost the motivation to go to the rest of your classes for th rest of the semester.
At the end of each class she gives us a 'one minute paper' and tells us to fill it in. It would contain a few questions like 'what is the question that remains at the top most of your head?' or things like 'summarize the lecture topic today'. Normally I'd fill it in like a good, obedient student, because no matter how confusing her lecture sesson was, i always managed to learn something.
Today, I filled in the 'what is the most important/meaningful thing you learned today?' question with 'umm........' And I filled in 'what is the question that remains at the top most of your head?' with 'uh....... please use less complicated english in your slides next time. I am trying to learn. Thank You.'
I hope she notices.
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
blogdrive sucks
I switched my host.
not that it matters to anybody who's reading it, but yes I switched my host by suggestion of my cute, petite little cousin sister, who sure as hell knows alot more about blogging than me, and posts more frequently too, unlike the lazy ass that I am. Or maybe she justs posts more often.
Thanks jocey.
Should anything go wrong with blogspot, i know who to blame :p
It's half past 1 am. I'm only doing this because I promised myself that I would this afternoon. It's part of the 'jingwei reformation process' that I am currently conducting, or rather always have been conducting. Just wanna do things when they should be done. Everything in my life's going WAY behind schedule now. Assignments are going late, desperate-for-love-level went through the roof a few days ago. The emotional bombardment that I received yesterday pulled it back down to bearable levels, and I predict that the emo-bombs that I'll be dishing out in the next couple of weeks will bring it to an even lower level, regardless wether or not she feels it.
Starting this blog again, I guess there's really not much to say about myself, if you're here then chances are that you already know who I am. If you're looking to get to know me better, I do not think that this is a very good place to do that. In fact, I know a perfect place to do that. It's called the real world. But if you don't have the chance to meet me in this'real world', then trust me.... You really aren't missing anyhing much. :)
Alright.
I think I have tons more to write but if I dont start work soon I'll be in deep shit. Deep deep shit. In closing, I look good in red. ciao.
not that it matters to anybody who's reading it, but yes I switched my host by suggestion of my cute, petite little cousin sister, who sure as hell knows alot more about blogging than me, and posts more frequently too, unlike the lazy ass that I am. Or maybe she justs posts more often.
Thanks jocey.
Should anything go wrong with blogspot, i know who to blame :p
It's half past 1 am. I'm only doing this because I promised myself that I would this afternoon. It's part of the 'jingwei reformation process' that I am currently conducting, or rather always have been conducting. Just wanna do things when they should be done. Everything in my life's going WAY behind schedule now. Assignments are going late, desperate-for-love-level went through the roof a few days ago. The emotional bombardment that I received yesterday pulled it back down to bearable levels, and I predict that the emo-bombs that I'll be dishing out in the next couple of weeks will bring it to an even lower level, regardless wether or not she feels it.
Starting this blog again, I guess there's really not much to say about myself, if you're here then chances are that you already know who I am. If you're looking to get to know me better, I do not think that this is a very good place to do that. In fact, I know a perfect place to do that. It's called the real world. But if you don't have the chance to meet me in this'real world', then trust me.... You really aren't missing anyhing much. :)
Alright.
I think I have tons more to write but if I dont start work soon I'll be in deep shit. Deep deep shit. In closing, I look good in red. ciao.
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