My first try in submitting a design for a contest. Baju design entitled "Indiscreet". Got the info from here. The funny thing is, I don't even know if the deadline is over. I thought it was pretty fun doing this, though. :DMonday, November 17, 2008
Indiscreet
My first try in submitting a design for a contest. Baju design entitled "Indiscreet". Got the info from here. The funny thing is, I don't even know if the deadline is over. I thought it was pretty fun doing this, though. :D
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Square One
Whoa~ so what have I been doing lately? Cleared on all assignments and presentations! Yay~
Exam seasons are officially over for a lot of people, or almost over for some. Congratulations on the big break, people! As for those who are still striving to make the best of your studies, well, all the best! It's pretty cool seeing all those MSN and Facebook shoutouts screaming things like "Exam's over" or "I'm Freeeeeee". I did the same thing too when the last huge load was off.
Anyway, I have been doing some stuff I have been promising myself in the midst of final projects. All those amazing projects that I am going to undertake on my own. Little steps to be taken to improve my skills in various softwares. Haha.. it seemed so much promising when I was weighed down by school work. Now that I have all the time in the world, I find myself dragging my feet.
I did try out some blog hacks though. There was this tutorial I was dying to get my hands on. I tried it out, but it didn't work. It was kind of disapointing. But come to think of it, it might be because I didn't host my images properly. Yay!! I know what image hosting is now! Do you? You don't? Why don't I tell you?? (even if you do, let's just pretend you don't for my own pleasure)
You know how there are all these different blog designs? Apparently, if you're customizing your own designs, there are some things where you have to touch on HTML codes. And some of the images that you're going to use on the design like maybe buttons or banners have to be hosted on a site somewhere. Hosted means uploaded onto a site and keep it there. And when it comes o your images appearing in your design, the codings will work in such a way that it will retrieve those images from your host. I used Photobucket. Pretty good, I would say, coz for someone like me who knows nothing about image hosting I managed to find my way around pretty fast.
You see the new image header up there? What do you think? I hope you like it but it doesn't really matter coz I'm gonna be reconstructing the design around this place pretty soon. So the header up there is experimental and temporary. I don't really know how to design my blog template. Okay, so I know zilch. But I'll be trying to make the best out of this situation. Instead of coming up with a whole new template from scratch, not possible at this point, I thought maybe I can change the stuff around bit by bit. I start with the header, go for the side bars, figure out how to put in my own background and maybe make some buttons for links. That's the extend of my knowledge now.
I'll be waiting to go home on Monday. Before that, have to clear up the mess in my room. Haih... will get to it when I wake up later.
Exam seasons are officially over for a lot of people, or almost over for some. Congratulations on the big break, people! As for those who are still striving to make the best of your studies, well, all the best! It's pretty cool seeing all those MSN and Facebook shoutouts screaming things like "Exam's over" or "I'm Freeeeeee". I did the same thing too when the last huge load was off.
Anyway, I have been doing some stuff I have been promising myself in the midst of final projects. All those amazing projects that I am going to undertake on my own. Little steps to be taken to improve my skills in various softwares. Haha.. it seemed so much promising when I was weighed down by school work. Now that I have all the time in the world, I find myself dragging my feet.
I did try out some blog hacks though. There was this tutorial I was dying to get my hands on. I tried it out, but it didn't work. It was kind of disapointing. But come to think of it, it might be because I didn't host my images properly. Yay!! I know what image hosting is now! Do you? You don't? Why don't I tell you?? (even if you do, let's just pretend you don't for my own pleasure)
You know how there are all these different blog designs? Apparently, if you're customizing your own designs, there are some things where you have to touch on HTML codes. And some of the images that you're going to use on the design like maybe buttons or banners have to be hosted on a site somewhere. Hosted means uploaded onto a site and keep it there. And when it comes o your images appearing in your design, the codings will work in such a way that it will retrieve those images from your host. I used Photobucket. Pretty good, I would say, coz for someone like me who knows nothing about image hosting I managed to find my way around pretty fast.
You see the new image header up there? What do you think? I hope you like it but it doesn't really matter coz I'm gonna be reconstructing the design around this place pretty soon. So the header up there is experimental and temporary. I don't really know how to design my blog template. Okay, so I know zilch. But I'll be trying to make the best out of this situation. Instead of coming up with a whole new template from scratch, not possible at this point, I thought maybe I can change the stuff around bit by bit. I start with the header, go for the side bars, figure out how to put in my own background and maybe make some buttons for links. That's the extend of my knowledge now.
I'll be waiting to go home on Monday. Before that, have to clear up the mess in my room. Haih... will get to it when I wake up later.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Nothing Much. Really.
Where there is tzeyee, there is good food. It was her birthday and all of us celebrated with her. I was there for three different celebrations. I have never celebrated a person's birthday that many times before. Three different groups of people, three different birthday cakes, two different locations and three different feelings. All I have to say is that it just kept getting better.
I will be having some hectic days ahead. A lot of fun to be had but limited cash.
I typed so much today the pad of my fingers are sore. I have to finish the little details in the GD journal, typed pages of craps. I don't know whose English those are. Definitely not mine! Not laying any claim on that pile of rubbish.
I lost my typo sketches! I don't know where I left them. I can't find them anywhere! So ended up sketching ideas I had weeks ago. So stupid of me. I knew I had them, I just don't know where.
Photography presentation tomorrow. A useless one, I think. Just get over it. I don't want any fuss any more.
Then Friday submit every single thing. By then, my hands will be clean. Yeh~~~
So sleepy now.. good night.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Shy Goghvinci
I chatted with Adrienne just now and it prompted this post. We were talking about how many people blog nowadays. I told her there were friends from secondary whom I think I only knew better now coz I read their blogs. And she said it's easier to talk to them in real life when you have blogging as a common ground. I couldn't agree more. If you can be funny and really friendly with someone in their blogs, shouldn't really be that hard to talk to them in reality, huh?
She said that she read back some of her posts from her old blog. She concluded that they were too "wordy", the word she used. With a new blog, it would be best to keep it short and simple. Less words, more pictures. More colours too, I should add. But not too much until you get rojak.
This thought came to me and I went back to the blog I used to have on Friendster. Not going to link it here. It's my personal archive. If you're interested, can check it out on my Friendster profile (as if anyone's interested in my old stuff, hah!).
I read through some of the things I wrote. I had that blog from the writing.com period. It was then that my passion for writing was strongest. I'm glad I had a blog from back then. It was dated from three years back. It might be a short time, but there were thoughts then that I have forgotten. Little daily things that happened. My feelings back then. I would love to think my writing style has improved since then. For all I know, it could have deteriorated. Like Adrienne too, I think my blog is also a bit too wordy. But I am a wordy person! I can't express myself in two lines! I need two paragraphs!
Ah! The name of my blog back then was "Thoughts of Shy Goghvinci". I had something against using my own name back then. Right now, I don't care.
Signing off,
Quin.
She said that she read back some of her posts from her old blog. She concluded that they were too "wordy", the word she used. With a new blog, it would be best to keep it short and simple. Less words, more pictures. More colours too, I should add. But not too much until you get rojak.
This thought came to me and I went back to the blog I used to have on Friendster. Not going to link it here. It's my personal archive. If you're interested, can check it out on my Friendster profile (as if anyone's interested in my old stuff, hah!).
I read through some of the things I wrote. I had that blog from the writing.com period. It was then that my passion for writing was strongest. I'm glad I had a blog from back then. It was dated from three years back. It might be a short time, but there were thoughts then that I have forgotten. Little daily things that happened. My feelings back then. I would love to think my writing style has improved since then. For all I know, it could have deteriorated. Like Adrienne too, I think my blog is also a bit too wordy. But I am a wordy person! I can't express myself in two lines! I need two paragraphs!
Ah! The name of my blog back then was "Thoughts of Shy Goghvinci". I had something against using my own name back then. Right now, I don't care.
Signing off,
Quin.
Today Was The Day
I'm supposed to be home today. Before this, I worked everything so that I will be home on time for this. But then, at the last minute, the photography presentation on Thursday deterred my plan. I don't get to go home, all for some bloody ten marks (but they are very important ten marks). My mom is going to cook a lot of food. All his favourite. Every year since then, I have helped her in the morning to prepare the food. When I reminded her of this date this year, she said we can choose not to practise it anymore since it has been three years. Has it been that long? But to not do this, will be to start to not remember anymore. I don't want to. I want to remember this date for always.
Love you. Miss you. Forever.
One day, I will write about you. The greatest man in my life.
Love you. Miss you. Forever.
One day, I will write about you. The greatest man in my life.
If you're still here, I would have said, Happy Birthday, Loutao~
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Illustration and TYPO
The little stuff left just before closing sem. Below is something I did for Intermediate Illustration. The topic is Hari Raya and it's supposed to spread the festive spirit. It is done in acrylic, A3 size. I really like acrylic. It's the best of both worlds of oil and poster. It has the thick texture of oil but water soluble. However, the true beauty of the colour can only be seen at the very least with three layers. I'm still very awkward when it comes to fine art. Hopefully will be able to brush up on the skill.
Below is a poster for typography promo. It's the final project. Yep, it's final and yet the lecturer has yet to show any interest either in seeing it or asking us to see him for tutorial. In short, he doesn't care at all about this project. Anyway, to simply finish this semester off, I did this candle holder thing. It might not be very legible, but the four panels actually spell out the word TYPO. The aim is to promote a chosen font.
Below is a poster for typography promo. It's the final project. Yep, it's final and yet the lecturer has yet to show any interest either in seeing it or asking us to see him for tutorial. In short, he doesn't care at all about this project. Anyway, to simply finish this semester off, I did this candle holder thing. It might not be very legible, but the four panels actually spell out the word TYPO. The aim is to promote a chosen font.
Last but not least, two more design journals to complete.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Tagged... Right.
Er... tagged by Yueh Yih.
An extract from her post coz I don't know what else to write: Wahaha~ I can't wait to tag Kok Quin! Behold! She'll show her ultimate scolding skills!!
Why will I show my "ultimate scolding skills"? Not gonna waste it on you, Lim Yueh Yih. But seriously, I don't know what to write la.. Is this a tag just to see what people will write about an "empty tag"?
Well, enough face given to you. Happy? Will be seeing you when I get back, Ms Lim. Brace yourself. Wahahahha~~
Er... am I supposed to tag someone else..? Aiya, no need la.. lazy.. hehe..
ps: my goodness~ a post dedicated to your "mo lieu"ness!!
edit 5.02 am
ARGH!!!!!!! You made me so frustrated. Now I'm really going to unleash my ultimate scolding skills on you. Who the bloody hell do you think you are??!!! Sheeesh.... ever heard of asking nicely? Or politely? Never crossed your mind, huh? Figured.
Argh! You brainless stupid!!!
Part One
1. What is the relationship of you and her?
As of now, mortal enemies!!
2. Your five impressions towards him/her.
As of now, stupid, F***ing stupid, bloody stupid, ass**** and C-2-pid!!
3. The most memorable thing she/he had done for you.
As of now, scolding me in my own blog! Who the hell do you think you are???!!
4. The most memorable thing she/he had said to you.
As of now, "Stupid arr?" in my own chatbox.
5. If she/he become your lover, you will...
Kill her in her sleep.
6. If she/he become your enemy, you will...
Kill her when she's awake.
7. If she/he become your lover, she/he has to improve on...
Everything! Coz she's seriously lacking in personality and looks!
8. If she/he become your enemy, the reason is...
Coz she messed with me in my own blog!!!
9. The most desirable thing to do on her/him is?
Poked her in the eyes, pull her tongue out and stabbed at it a million times!!!
10. The overall impression of her/him is?
The rudest and most horrible person I have ever met!!!
11. How do you think the people around you will feel about you?
As of now, pretty crazy and messed up.
12. The character of you for yourself is?
I seek revenge where it is due. Take note, stupid!!!
13. On contrary, the character you hate of yourself is?
Taking grudge?? Hehe...
14. The most ideal person that you wanna be is?
Definitely not you, stupid!!
Part Two1. Each player of this game starts off with 15 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.
Did this. SKIP!!
Tagged you, Lim Yueh Yih. Be nice. (as if)
Part One (now that I have cooled down....)
1. What is the relationship of you and her?
Friends since primary. Waaaaaayyyyyyy back.... And she sat beside me for two freaking years!!! If this doesn't screw up a perfectly sane person (eg me), I don't know what will.
2. Your five impressions towards him/her.
Truly? She's smart but lazy, has an analytical mind but apply it on useless stuff, a loyal friend, happy-go-lucky, and realistic.
3. The most memorable thing she/he had done for you.
This is not something she did for me, but something memorable I suddenly thought of. In form five, I think, we had this math test. It was the first time she actually studied for it, and got really high marks. The stupid ad maths teacher then thought she copied my answers. This proves that she's really smart if she wants to be.
4. The most memorable thing she/he had said to you.
"I'm a lesbian."
5. If she/he become your lover, you will...
Ugh.... dun wan can ar??
6. If she/he become your enemy, you will...
torture her till she dies a horrible death!
7. If she/he become your lover, she/he has to improve on...
Everything! Coz she's seriously lacking in personality and looks! (am keeping this answer)
8. If she/he become your enemy, the reason is...
Coz she messed with me in my own blog!!! (keeping this answer too!)
9. The most desirable thing to do on her/him is?
Put her in a frilly dress, snap many pictures, and laugh till I die. Wakakakkakaka!!!!!
10. The overall impression of her/him is?
One of my oldest good friends that I haven't seen in a hell of a long time and seriously have no idea what she's up to now. So let's get together soon and bash each other up in person, okay? This virtual thing is getting a little tiring..
Last but not least, no offense? Hehe... it's gonna take something more than calling you stupid a hundred times to truly piss you off, right???
An extract from her post coz I don't know what else to write: Wahaha~ I can't wait to tag Kok Quin! Behold! She'll show her ultimate scolding skills!!
Why will I show my "ultimate scolding skills"? Not gonna waste it on you, Lim Yueh Yih. But seriously, I don't know what to write la.. Is this a tag just to see what people will write about an "empty tag"?
Well, enough face given to you. Happy? Will be seeing you when I get back, Ms Lim. Brace yourself. Wahahahha~~
Er... am I supposed to tag someone else..? Aiya, no need la.. lazy.. hehe..
ps: my goodness~ a post dedicated to your "mo lieu"ness!!
edit 5.02 am
ARGH!!!!!!! You made me so frustrated. Now I'm really going to unleash my ultimate scolding skills on you. Who the bloody hell do you think you are??!!! Sheeesh.... ever heard of asking nicely? Or politely? Never crossed your mind, huh? Figured.
Argh! You brainless stupid!!!
Part One
1. What is the relationship of you and her?
As of now, mortal enemies!!
2. Your five impressions towards him/her.
As of now, stupid, F***ing stupid, bloody stupid, ass**** and C-2-pid!!
3. The most memorable thing she/he had done for you.
As of now, scolding me in my own blog! Who the hell do you think you are???!!
4. The most memorable thing she/he had said to you.
As of now, "Stupid arr?" in my own chatbox.
5. If she/he become your lover, you will...
Kill her in her sleep.
6. If she/he become your enemy, you will...
Kill her when she's awake.
7. If she/he become your lover, she/he has to improve on...
Everything! Coz she's seriously lacking in personality and looks!
8. If she/he become your enemy, the reason is...
Coz she messed with me in my own blog!!!
9. The most desirable thing to do on her/him is?
Poked her in the eyes, pull her tongue out and stabbed at it a million times!!!
10. The overall impression of her/him is?
The rudest and most horrible person I have ever met!!!
11. How do you think the people around you will feel about you?
As of now, pretty crazy and messed up.
12. The character of you for yourself is?
I seek revenge where it is due. Take note, stupid!!!
13. On contrary, the character you hate of yourself is?
Taking grudge?? Hehe...
14. The most ideal person that you wanna be is?
Definitely not you, stupid!!
Part Two1. Each player of this game starts off with 15 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.
Did this. SKIP!!
Tagged you, Lim Yueh Yih. Be nice. (as if)
Part One (now that I have cooled down....)
1. What is the relationship of you and her?
Friends since primary. Waaaaaayyyyyyy back.... And she sat beside me for two freaking years!!! If this doesn't screw up a perfectly sane person (eg me), I don't know what will.
2. Your five impressions towards him/her.
Truly? She's smart but lazy, has an analytical mind but apply it on useless stuff, a loyal friend, happy-go-lucky, and realistic.
3. The most memorable thing she/he had done for you.
This is not something she did for me, but something memorable I suddenly thought of. In form five, I think, we had this math test. It was the first time she actually studied for it, and got really high marks. The stupid ad maths teacher then thought she copied my answers. This proves that she's really smart if she wants to be.
4. The most memorable thing she/he had said to you.
"I'm a lesbian."
5. If she/he become your lover, you will...
Ugh.... dun wan can ar??
6. If she/he become your enemy, you will...
torture her till she dies a horrible death!
7. If she/he become your lover, she/he has to improve on...
Everything! Coz she's seriously lacking in personality and looks! (am keeping this answer)
8. If she/he become your enemy, the reason is...
Coz she messed with me in my own blog!!! (keeping this answer too!)
9. The most desirable thing to do on her/him is?
Put her in a frilly dress, snap many pictures, and laugh till I die. Wakakakkakaka!!!!!
10. The overall impression of her/him is?
One of my oldest good friends that I haven't seen in a hell of a long time and seriously have no idea what she's up to now. So let's get together soon and bash each other up in person, okay? This virtual thing is getting a little tiring..
Last but not least, no offense? Hehe... it's gonna take something more than calling you stupid a hundred times to truly piss you off, right???
Sunday, November 09, 2008
Resolutions?
I have just had the most boring weekend since I came here for the semester. This is unlike all the other weekends when I just lie around doing nothing. Those times doing nothing were precious because I was escaping from doing something. But this time, doing nothing means I have nothing to do. Well, nothing that needs to be rushed anyway.
Just some little ends to trim and then I get to go home. Home! Home is where I can sleep on my own bed, read all my own books, watch ASTRO, have my own personal clean bathroom, hang out with friends in places I am familiar with, go to malls where I know the location of the car parks, know where to find the best food, and best of all, see people I have not seen in three months. All of a sudden three months seemed like such a short time.
Here are some resolutions for the new break! (I know, people have resolutions for the new year, or new semester, but hey, I wanna be productive during breaks as well.)
1. Call people I haven't seen for a long time out: Yueh Yih, Suk Qian, Hooi Hoon and gang, Kee Theng
2. Clean up my room and paint the walls!! I have wanted to do this since last year but lacked the motivation.
3. Clear my wardrobe. I need space for new clothes!
4. Clear the house of all the CNY deco. In another three months and have to put up some ox stuff!
5. Explore traditional art: acrylics, oil, colour pencils, markers, art line pens and plain ol' fav pencils.
6. Explore digital art: Photoshop, Illustrator, open canvas/ corel painter, flash, blog hacks, codes
7. Snap pictures!
8. Get a part time job and earn money for a new laptop! Hopefully..
9. Write a little.
I have been dreading going home a little bit, actually. Going home will also mean losing some of my privacy, losing the peacefulness I have from living alone, losing the freedom to do whatever I want with no explanations needed.
Remember the good! Forget the bad! Life goes on.
ps: oh ya, hopefully not having my pc at my finger tips all the time will not deter me from blogging.
Just some little ends to trim and then I get to go home. Home! Home is where I can sleep on my own bed, read all my own books, watch ASTRO, have my own personal clean bathroom, hang out with friends in places I am familiar with, go to malls where I know the location of the car parks, know where to find the best food, and best of all, see people I have not seen in three months. All of a sudden three months seemed like such a short time.
Here are some resolutions for the new break! (I know, people have resolutions for the new year, or new semester, but hey, I wanna be productive during breaks as well.)
1. Call people I haven't seen for a long time out: Yueh Yih, Suk Qian, Hooi Hoon and gang, Kee Theng
2. Clean up my room and paint the walls!! I have wanted to do this since last year but lacked the motivation.
3. Clear my wardrobe. I need space for new clothes!
4. Clear the house of all the CNY deco. In another three months and have to put up some ox stuff!
5. Explore traditional art: acrylics, oil, colour pencils, markers, art line pens and plain ol' fav pencils.
6. Explore digital art: Photoshop, Illustrator, open canvas/ corel painter, flash, blog hacks, codes
7. Snap pictures!
8. Get a part time job and earn money for a new laptop! Hopefully..
9. Write a little.
I have been dreading going home a little bit, actually. Going home will also mean losing some of my privacy, losing the peacefulness I have from living alone, losing the freedom to do whatever I want with no explanations needed.
Remember the good! Forget the bad! Life goes on.
ps: oh ya, hopefully not having my pc at my finger tips all the time will not deter me from blogging.
Saturday, November 08, 2008
A Presentation Well Done.. I Think?
Lalallala~~ very happy and giddy. Why? Coz presentation is over!! Seriously!! The major burden is off now! The dolls that I have spent all my mom's hard earned money on as well as the reason for all my fears and hopes, have now been stashed in some musty store room on level 2, Design 2.
I love my work. I talk to it, I plead with it not to give me trouble, I kissed it when I did it well, and I bid it farewell when it's time to let go. Again, I stress, I love my work. But I don't have that kind of attachment to my designs like my other friends do. Some view selling their art work as selling off a bit of themselves. I do not disagree with it but I don't see the problem of selling my work (if there's someone who wanna buy it). Don't go yabba-yabba about how your artwork is about your passion and not money. What's wrong with encountering someone who appreciates your work as well as you do to want to buy it?
Anyway, have gone completely off track! This post is about presentation! Gak!! When I arrived in class today to get ready for presentation, my worst fear was confirmed. After listening to all the chink-chang-chink-chiang on the way in the car, the glass on one of my packagings had come off. I quickly grabbed my glue gun (thank God I have the good sense to bring it along) and smuggled that packaging out of the class. I ran into the photolab, searched for an outlet and shoved the plug in. Ah... I had to change three outlets until I get one that electricity actually flows into. The few minutes waiting for the glue gun to heat was torturous... Alas, all is well!
I think I did okay with my presentation. I was so nervous that my hands shook. Which was a pretty normal occurance for me. I got shot with a question I see coming, "Why did you do only three packagings? I thought we're supposed to do six."
Quoting Eve: Nobody is stupid enough to do only three when six is required.
Of course I didn't say that, but does it not make sense that I do only three because I have other stuff to cover it up with? Anyway, I answered that I was doing some promotional stuff as well as actually designing my products, that I got permission to only do three. And then a follow-up question: "But I thought it's about packaging."
Oi~ hello. What's your problem??!!
I meekly answered, "bla bla bla... most importantly, I got approval to make the promotional items and only three packagings."
Oh!! I can just smack myself when those words are out of my mouth. I am a firm believer that no matter what kind of approval you got, you're soly responsible for your work. Even if it sank in the end, it's stupid and unprofessional to blame it all on having got the green light from the lect. It's like very irresponsible to shirk your own responsibility as a designer.
Umph. Will do better next time when asked questions like this. But then again, I don't think that I did anything less. They just did more.
I don't like the presentations this time around. Never mind the fact that we're all in a dungeon looking room with no chairs to sit on, we're not encouraged at all to ask questions. Plus, no feedbacks from the lecturer. The most proposterous comment from the lecturer, not to me, thankfully: "Why are all your packagings the same size? It's stated in the brief that you're to make six different packagings in different designs and sizes."
What the $%#&!!! What kind of a comment is that??!! If that's a problem, shouldn't he as the lecturer point it out during the numerous tutorials we go to him for? He has got nothing good to say then, only to save the most outrageous bits during presentation?? If what he said is true, a lot of us in class flunked the project, including me.
Haih...
It was great seeing all the different designs that my classmates came up with. Some of them made some really astounding improvements in terms of their skills and design. There were many times that I thought to myself, "When did they get so good?!" I'd better buck up! Better polish my skills if I don't wanna get left behind.
There was a problem with a lot of the designs though. I'm surprised that the lecturer didn't point it out, actually, shouldn't be surprised. A lot of the works there are designed for design's sake. They are designed to look pretty. You go ooh-aah over a piece of packaging, but how well does it work anyway? Does it make sense to make a huge box to store a water bottle? A pretty box simply to put in a keychain?
They are all good designs, some impressive with the quality of finishings, but how practical are they? Once again I took the easy way out with my work. My work was not perfect, it's really not practical, it's also to simply look pretty. But my excuse it that they are collectibles, their purpose is to look pretty. What's their excuse?
This is my favourite design of the lot. To me, it embodies a good design plus practicality. Not only does it look good, fantastic, actually, the design also works! It's not merely for display, but functional as well.
I love my work. I talk to it, I plead with it not to give me trouble, I kissed it when I did it well, and I bid it farewell when it's time to let go. Again, I stress, I love my work. But I don't have that kind of attachment to my designs like my other friends do. Some view selling their art work as selling off a bit of themselves. I do not disagree with it but I don't see the problem of selling my work (if there's someone who wanna buy it). Don't go yabba-yabba about how your artwork is about your passion and not money. What's wrong with encountering someone who appreciates your work as well as you do to want to buy it?
Anyway, have gone completely off track! This post is about presentation! Gak!! When I arrived in class today to get ready for presentation, my worst fear was confirmed. After listening to all the chink-chang-chink-chiang on the way in the car, the glass on one of my packagings had come off. I quickly grabbed my glue gun (thank God I have the good sense to bring it along) and smuggled that packaging out of the class. I ran into the photolab, searched for an outlet and shoved the plug in. Ah... I had to change three outlets until I get one that electricity actually flows into. The few minutes waiting for the glue gun to heat was torturous... Alas, all is well!
I think I did okay with my presentation. I was so nervous that my hands shook. Which was a pretty normal occurance for me. I got shot with a question I see coming, "Why did you do only three packagings? I thought we're supposed to do six."
Quoting Eve: Nobody is stupid enough to do only three when six is required.
Of course I didn't say that, but does it not make sense that I do only three because I have other stuff to cover it up with? Anyway, I answered that I was doing some promotional stuff as well as actually designing my products, that I got permission to only do three. And then a follow-up question: "But I thought it's about packaging."
Oi~ hello. What's your problem??!!
I meekly answered, "bla bla bla... most importantly, I got approval to make the promotional items and only three packagings."
Oh!! I can just smack myself when those words are out of my mouth. I am a firm believer that no matter what kind of approval you got, you're soly responsible for your work. Even if it sank in the end, it's stupid and unprofessional to blame it all on having got the green light from the lect. It's like very irresponsible to shirk your own responsibility as a designer.
Umph. Will do better next time when asked questions like this. But then again, I don't think that I did anything less. They just did more.
I don't like the presentations this time around. Never mind the fact that we're all in a dungeon looking room with no chairs to sit on, we're not encouraged at all to ask questions. Plus, no feedbacks from the lecturer. The most proposterous comment from the lecturer, not to me, thankfully: "Why are all your packagings the same size? It's stated in the brief that you're to make six different packagings in different designs and sizes."
What the $%#&!!! What kind of a comment is that??!! If that's a problem, shouldn't he as the lecturer point it out during the numerous tutorials we go to him for? He has got nothing good to say then, only to save the most outrageous bits during presentation?? If what he said is true, a lot of us in class flunked the project, including me.
Haih...
It was great seeing all the different designs that my classmates came up with. Some of them made some really astounding improvements in terms of their skills and design. There were many times that I thought to myself, "When did they get so good?!" I'd better buck up! Better polish my skills if I don't wanna get left behind.
There was a problem with a lot of the designs though. I'm surprised that the lecturer didn't point it out, actually, shouldn't be surprised. A lot of the works there are designed for design's sake. They are designed to look pretty. You go ooh-aah over a piece of packaging, but how well does it work anyway? Does it make sense to make a huge box to store a water bottle? A pretty box simply to put in a keychain?
They are all good designs, some impressive with the quality of finishings, but how practical are they? Once again I took the easy way out with my work. My work was not perfect, it's really not practical, it's also to simply look pretty. But my excuse it that they are collectibles, their purpose is to look pretty. What's their excuse?
This is my favourite design of the lot. To me, it embodies a good design plus practicality. Not only does it look good, fantastic, actually, the design also works! It's not merely for display, but functional as well. Wanna see the rest of my classmate's works? Check out my Facebook album. It's a brilliant opportunity to go ga-ga over some of the crazy works. Enjoy!
Oh yeah, please feel free to comment in that album. :)
Thursday, November 06, 2008
Barbie Packaging: From All Sides
It's over. Finished. Yep. And it has cost me a fortune to get all of it printed. Not only once, not twice, but thrice. And yet, the result was far from satisfying. Or so I thought at that time.
There were times when I felt like giving up. Times when I couldn't get the cloth to mold properly on the Barbies; when I do not know how to look for the proper materials to make the packaging; when I realize that the height of the glass was shorter that I thought; when I have constructed the box and saw how it broke at the sides and the glass package would not fit; when even after the second printing, mistakes still occur; even when the third time and yet the box still looked flimsy; when people around me frustrates me so and diverted my focus; when I see how my project might not be up to par at all.
There were also times when I thrived in those moments and it spurred me on. That time when I brainstormed Eve's and CY's brains for a concept; the excitement when I finally got hold of what I wanted to do; that time when I see how beautiful the Barbies looked; when I see that the glass packaging might worked after all; when people I care about stood by me and said to hell to those ****ers; the time when I realized that the best plan is having no plan.
This is how much I have spent:
Barbie doll x 3 : rm 59
Beads: rm 11
Kamdar cloths: rm 64.20
Fishing line + sewing kit + tweezer: rm 11.20
Glitters: rm 13.60
Trinkets: rm 44.50
Glass Vases x 3: rm 51
Taxi: rm 25
Printing 1: rm 190
Printing 2: rm 85
Printing 3: rm 85
Printing of promotional items: rm 81
Additional printing: rm 20
Styrofoams + boards + double sided tapes: rm ??
Total: rm 740.50 ++
There are some things I bought that can be used again for other stuff. So the total is around there. There is no final project, but I think what I've spent is sufficient for two projects. A lot of mistakes have been made here. I have also spent unneccessarily. Hopefully I can do better the next time.
Calendar.
Calendar. 
Calendar.
An array of flyers and coasters. (haha.. flying coaster??)
Coasters and booklet.
Flyers. You can see a lot of repetition. I wanna believe it's to present a unified image of the whole project rather an excuse that I was getting lazy.
The fans. There are three. Can you see?
All promotional items plus the souvenir box. Love that box!!
My complete packaging!!
I have finished most of this prject well before the dateline. However, there are some stuff that I held off coz I don't have a plan for it. Take for example the souvenir box. I only had a basic idea on what it's gonna look like. I doodled some nonsense on a piece of paper, and got my lect to approve it. Then, I printed on a whole piece of A1 the wrapping paper to make the box. I only finished that box two days ago. No proper plan, but it turned out to be the best thing out of this whole project. The box worked! The foldings were good, the lines neat. It looked good inside out. Unlike the three main packagings which many flaws are obvious if you looked closer.
There were times when I felt like giving up. Times when I couldn't get the cloth to mold properly on the Barbies; when I do not know how to look for the proper materials to make the packaging; when I realize that the height of the glass was shorter that I thought; when I have constructed the box and saw how it broke at the sides and the glass package would not fit; when even after the second printing, mistakes still occur; even when the third time and yet the box still looked flimsy; when people around me frustrates me so and diverted my focus; when I see how my project might not be up to par at all.
There were also times when I thrived in those moments and it spurred me on. That time when I brainstormed Eve's and CY's brains for a concept; the excitement when I finally got hold of what I wanted to do; that time when I see how beautiful the Barbies looked; when I see that the glass packaging might worked after all; when people I care about stood by me and said to hell to those ****ers; the time when I realized that the best plan is having no plan.
This is how much I have spent:
Barbie doll x 3 : rm 59
Beads: rm 11
Kamdar cloths: rm 64.20
Fishing line + sewing kit + tweezer: rm 11.20
Glitters: rm 13.60
Trinkets: rm 44.50
Glass Vases x 3: rm 51
Taxi: rm 25
Printing 1: rm 190
Printing 2: rm 85
Printing 3: rm 85
Printing of promotional items: rm 81
Additional printing: rm 20
Styrofoams + boards + double sided tapes: rm ??
Total: rm 740.50 ++
There are some things I bought that can be used again for other stuff. So the total is around there. There is no final project, but I think what I've spent is sufficient for two projects. A lot of mistakes have been made here. I have also spent unneccessarily. Hopefully I can do better the next time.
This is the dumpster that my room has become.
What you can see here are my box packagings in the plastic bag, my three glass packagings, souvenir box, that rolled up paper there are my printed final photography pictures and all other craps.
Top view. 
Front view.
Bottom view.
Side view.
Back view.
Calendar.
Calendar. 
Calendar.
An array of flyers and coasters. (haha.. flying coaster??)
Coasters and booklet.
Flyers. You can see a lot of repetition. I wanna believe it's to present a unified image of the whole project rather an excuse that I was getting lazy.
The fans. There are three. Can you see?All promotional items plus the souvenir box. Love that box!! My complete packaging!!I have finished most of this prject well before the dateline. However, there are some stuff that I held off coz I don't have a plan for it. Take for example the souvenir box. I only had a basic idea on what it's gonna look like. I doodled some nonsense on a piece of paper, and got my lect to approve it. Then, I printed on a whole piece of A1 the wrapping paper to make the box. I only finished that box two days ago. No proper plan, but it turned out to be the best thing out of this whole project. The box worked! The foldings were good, the lines neat. It looked good inside out. Unlike the three main packagings which many flaws are obvious if you looked closer.
It is done. The major project for this sem is done. All is left is the presentation on Friday. I always believe that I know my work the best therefore there should not be fear no matter what the lects asked. But this time around, I know that my understanding of this is not as wholesome as I wanted it to be.
Whatever. We'll see when the day comes.
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Ta-Dhum!
Hehehe.. hmhmmm...
IT'S DONE.
Even the tiniest details. Finished. It's far from perfect. But finished. I don't love it, but I don't hate it either.
Stay tune for pics, yes?
ps: btw, I'm referring to the BABI project.. wahaha...~
IT'S DONE.
Even the tiniest details. Finished. It's far from perfect. But finished. I don't love it, but I don't hate it either.
Stay tune for pics, yes?
ps: btw, I'm referring to the BABI project.. wahaha...~
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
With Love
MY SISTER HAS A FRIENDSTER ACCOUNT!!
I really only checked my Friendster in like, once a blue moon. Or rather red moon, as the moon was red tonight! Really! Anyway, I added her in Friendster, adviced her to have an FB acc instead and then proceeded to explore the two friends she had. Hey, cut her some slack, she's new. Anyway, of her two friends, one was my sister-in-law. I surfed my sister-in-law's albums and spotted some really cute pictures of my nieces and nephews that I have never seen. Sigh, they took these pics while I was not home. Only served as a reminder of all the quality time I have not spent with them. Look at this pics and be amazed at how these B-E-A-U-tiful and cute as buttons kids can in any way at all, be related to me. I understand it if they're smart, well, that's hard not to be me. But good looking as well??!!
The reason I put this picture up is coz of the PIG behind. SO fat!! Such a big fat G!!!
"Wooh??!!"
Hehe... looking charming there, yes? I miss that smelly kid so much!!
That's a pic of me with the three of them. I have a pic of the exact setting taken when I was a kid together with my siblings. A generation later, that blue monster monument is still there! That's another one of the few things that made me feel old!!
I really only checked my Friendster in like, once a blue moon. Or rather red moon, as the moon was red tonight! Really! Anyway, I added her in Friendster, adviced her to have an FB acc instead and then proceeded to explore the two friends she had. Hey, cut her some slack, she's new. Anyway, of her two friends, one was my sister-in-law. I surfed my sister-in-law's albums and spotted some really cute pictures of my nieces and nephews that I have never seen. Sigh, they took these pics while I was not home. Only served as a reminder of all the quality time I have not spent with them. Look at this pics and be amazed at how these B-E-A-U-tiful and cute as buttons kids can in any way at all, be related to me. I understand it if they're smart, well, that's hard not to be me. But good looking as well??!!
That's my sister-in-law, Ethan, Danielle and Sydney. I miss them~~
The reason I put this picture up is coz of the PIG behind. SO fat!! Such a big fat G!!!
"Wooh??!!"
Hehe... looking charming there, yes? I miss that smelly kid so much!!
That's a pic of me with the three of them. I have a pic of the exact setting taken when I was a kid together with my siblings. A generation later, that blue monster monument is still there! That's another one of the few things that made me feel old!!Monday, November 03, 2008
Exam Horrors
I had my Design Management Exam today. I figured there's a reason why it's called an exam and not test. Too bad I didn't catch on earlier.
My lecturer sent each and everyone of us an email on topics which will appear in the exam. I checked my email the night before and couldn't care less about the topics listed. I don't care enough to even flip open my journal and read the notes that I have written. Instead, I stayed up till late at night doing I don't know what. Even chatted a little with Choops and discovered how we're both wishing it's going to be an open book test. There was a little part of me that clung to the hope that either it's going to be open book or there's some really easy way for me to look at my notes.
Much to all our horrors, we are asked to place our bags in front of the class, all bags, small, big, pencil cases, even eyeglasses containers! Only a pen is allowed. There were nervous chatters around. Round bewildered eyes swung around, thinking of ways to get out of this predicament. We didn't think this is going to be this serious. I doubt anybody really "Studied" for this. Really, once you're doing design, there's no such thing as "studying".
The test was... erm... let's just say I think it's fair to give me extra marks for creditable effort displayed in filling in all the blanks. Hahahaha... the horrors of exam. I almost forgot. At least it was sort of fun.
My lecturer sent each and everyone of us an email on topics which will appear in the exam. I checked my email the night before and couldn't care less about the topics listed. I don't care enough to even flip open my journal and read the notes that I have written. Instead, I stayed up till late at night doing I don't know what. Even chatted a little with Choops and discovered how we're both wishing it's going to be an open book test. There was a little part of me that clung to the hope that either it's going to be open book or there's some really easy way for me to look at my notes.
Much to all our horrors, we are asked to place our bags in front of the class, all bags, small, big, pencil cases, even eyeglasses containers! Only a pen is allowed. There were nervous chatters around. Round bewildered eyes swung around, thinking of ways to get out of this predicament. We didn't think this is going to be this serious. I doubt anybody really "Studied" for this. Really, once you're doing design, there's no such thing as "studying".
The test was... erm... let's just say I think it's fair to give me extra marks for creditable effort displayed in filling in all the blanks. Hahahaha... the horrors of exam. I almost forgot. At least it was sort of fun.
Chick Lit VS Romance
Since I have posted a review on a chick flick, I'd say it'll be fun to do something about the four chick lits that I have read. I started reading the works from this author, Dorothy Koomson, when I bought "The Chocolate Run". There was nothing special when I read it the first time. In fact, I regretted my choice in purchasing the book for it was no where near interesting. However, about a month back, my reservoir of books had run dry. I got nothing better to do so I was rereading past books. I picked this one up again to reread it. This time around, I appreciated the plot, humour and characters more. Maybe it was due to me not expecting anything much that the book finally managed to charm me. So much so that I looked forward to reading other books from the same author.
There is to me, and generally, I think, a difference between chick lit and romance. The stories and characters in chick lits are usually bolder and closer to reality. Think authors like Marian Keyes and the one who wrote "P.S. I Love You", her name slipped my mind. It doesn't really follow a standard plot evolvement like romance do. Normally, in romance, man meets woman, conflict, realizes they love one another, and then happy ending. You can bet your life that the main characters will definitely fall in love and be with each other by the end of the book. The only thing you can be sure of of chick lit is that the main female character stays constant. You won't know until the end if she's going to end up with her boss or the guy she loved in the past. Better yet, she might even choose to remain single in the end.
Anyway, my lenthy explanation above sort of also described Koomson's books. You really won't know what is going to happen to her main character. In her first book, "The Cupid Effect", there were a lot of potential players around. You tried matching her lead with every other guy that cropped up but sometimes you will just have to read on to find out. This is another major difference between chick lit and romance. In romance, you can be sure of the chemistry between the two main leads. Even if there's another guy with better qualities than the hero, the heroine will ultimately choose the hero. But this is different in chick lit. The girl might think the guy's just a friend and have no feelings for him, but in the end, she might realized that she has been heal over heels since chapter one. Either that or there's great chemistry between man and woman, and in the end they won't be together due to stupid reasons like logistics. I mean, how can problems like this occur in fiction??
My point is that I hate and love Koomson's books. I like how she has good foundation for her plots. The back cover always read interestingly. This made me purchase her books full with anticipation. There are also characters you can love easily for everything they do have reasons to support. The changes the characters go through from the beginning when everything is lost until the end when they managed to recover who they really are, were very real. It's not rushed so that a happy ending can be achieved. It was paced properly to keep you reading.
What I hate about her book is that I cannot figure out the ending. And a lot of times it ended in disappoinment. What's the point of the book if everything's back to square one by the end??
Anyway, below are her books that I have read. She's still new so there are only five books to her name. I read four. I have had enough of her. No way am I buying the fifth one. I have set my eyes on other books. Books I am only going to read after finishing all those crappy assignments.
By far the best I have read from her. Plot was awesome, with the revelations in the end, plus a wholesome ending. It felt that my time reading this was worth it.
This was one book that left me with a "What the.. huh???" expression by the end of the book. It just didn't live up to its top billing. In fact, it felt like a waste of time.
This is one book where I have no idea who she is going to end up with in the end. Also the one I hinted at when I referred to square one. Hah.
Apparently this was one of her more successful books. Why, I have no idea. This book is supposed to talk about the love between a single woman who is suddenly burdened by a dead friend's child. The story didn't focus so much on developing this relationship. Instead, it steered to a direction which left me sort of baffled.
Oh, and something else too. All these are British books. Meaning it's set in London. So, it uses a lot of British phrases that I was not familiar with. It was a refreshing change from all those American reads. Example, knackered means tired. And I am so knackered right about now.
There is to me, and generally, I think, a difference between chick lit and romance. The stories and characters in chick lits are usually bolder and closer to reality. Think authors like Marian Keyes and the one who wrote "P.S. I Love You", her name slipped my mind. It doesn't really follow a standard plot evolvement like romance do. Normally, in romance, man meets woman, conflict, realizes they love one another, and then happy ending. You can bet your life that the main characters will definitely fall in love and be with each other by the end of the book. The only thing you can be sure of of chick lit is that the main female character stays constant. You won't know until the end if she's going to end up with her boss or the guy she loved in the past. Better yet, she might even choose to remain single in the end.
Anyway, my lenthy explanation above sort of also described Koomson's books. You really won't know what is going to happen to her main character. In her first book, "The Cupid Effect", there were a lot of potential players around. You tried matching her lead with every other guy that cropped up but sometimes you will just have to read on to find out. This is another major difference between chick lit and romance. In romance, you can be sure of the chemistry between the two main leads. Even if there's another guy with better qualities than the hero, the heroine will ultimately choose the hero. But this is different in chick lit. The girl might think the guy's just a friend and have no feelings for him, but in the end, she might realized that she has been heal over heels since chapter one. Either that or there's great chemistry between man and woman, and in the end they won't be together due to stupid reasons like logistics. I mean, how can problems like this occur in fiction??
My point is that I hate and love Koomson's books. I like how she has good foundation for her plots. The back cover always read interestingly. This made me purchase her books full with anticipation. There are also characters you can love easily for everything they do have reasons to support. The changes the characters go through from the beginning when everything is lost until the end when they managed to recover who they really are, were very real. It's not rushed so that a happy ending can be achieved. It was paced properly to keep you reading.
What I hate about her book is that I cannot figure out the ending. And a lot of times it ended in disappoinment. What's the point of the book if everything's back to square one by the end??
Anyway, below are her books that I have read. She's still new so there are only five books to her name. I read four. I have had enough of her. No way am I buying the fifth one. I have set my eyes on other books. Books I am only going to read after finishing all those crappy assignments.
By far the best I have read from her. Plot was awesome, with the revelations in the end, plus a wholesome ending. It felt that my time reading this was worth it.
This was one book that left me with a "What the.. huh???" expression by the end of the book. It just didn't live up to its top billing. In fact, it felt like a waste of time.
This is one book where I have no idea who she is going to end up with in the end. Also the one I hinted at when I referred to square one. Hah.
Apparently this was one of her more successful books. Why, I have no idea. This book is supposed to talk about the love between a single woman who is suddenly burdened by a dead friend's child. The story didn't focus so much on developing this relationship. Instead, it steered to a direction which left me sort of baffled.
Oh, and something else too. All these are British books. Meaning it's set in London. So, it uses a lot of British phrases that I was not familiar with. It was a refreshing change from all those American reads. Example, knackered means tired. And I am so knackered right about now.
So long.
What the...
I DUN WANNA CARE NO MORE~
PLEASE DUN BOTHER ME NO MORE
I DUN WANNA CARE NO MORE~~
PLEASE DUN BOTHER ME NO MOREEEEEEEEEEEE
This is the joy of blogging. You go mental on yourself and there are actually people who care enough to read.
Sunday, November 02, 2008
Movie: My Best Friend's Girl
Tadadadada~
Isn't it any wonder how I can still find time to go watch a movie? It's a stupid move but I enjoyed the movie tremendously. It's a chick flick starring Kate Hudson and Dane Cook. I watched it with Tzeyee and it was nice not having to make up excuses as to why we want to watch it. You know, normally when there is such a movie up the first thought would be to go buy the pirated version and keep the RM11 for a blockbuster or something that will do the big screen justice. Either that or you make up excuses why you wanna watch a chick flick, as if liking mushy movies showed you in a bad light or something. Those excuses being "I haven't watched anything light in a long time" or "I need something silly to release stress". Heck, watch it if you like it. You don't have to make up excuses. I am a chick flick lover. Guilty as charged. I'm glad to brush past all that and just watched it with Tzeyee whose only reason for it is that she liked Kate Hudson.
The synopsis of the movie is this: Tank earns some side money by being the rebound guy from hell. Guys who have recently being dumped by their girlfriends payed him to date their girlgriends. After showing those girls a date from hell by the rebound guy from hell, those girls will gratefully turn back to their boyfriends, who seemed to be great after a comparison to Tank. So, when Tank's cousin's profession of love to his girlfriend was blown off, he turned to Tank to make his girlfriend appreciate him more. Is there any need to say that Tank fell for that girl, Alexis? It's all in the chick flick package, cliches and all.
I didn't hold too much hope for this movie. I haven't watch a good romance in a long, long time. The last one I watched was Maid of Honour, and I dare say Best Friend's Girl is better. These two are not really romance flicks, for they are not in the least bit romantic. However, the thing that worked in BFG's favour is the jokes. They are dirty, crude, laugh-out-loud sex jokes. I believe it was this that made all the guys in the cinema laughed. One more thing, I have never encountered such a loud crowd in a cinema. Seriously, everyone laughed so much at this movie.
If you're there to watch Kate Hudson, be ready to be disappointed coz there's not much of her. Though she's the female lead, the story was heaped heavily on Dane Cook, who looked so old and haggard at the beginning (which made me wish that he's not the lead) but once I got used to looking at him, really rather handsome and charming (which made me frantically take back that wish).
However, due to it's sexual language and content, a lot of scenes have been cut. I can't wait to get my hands on a "cheaper" un-cut version. So if you just wanna have a good laugh or you're just into chick flicks, I believe this one is a good choice. But please, don't expect anything romantic.
That done, let's look at my progress so far. Read it only if you wanna be tainted by my negativity. IF you're feeling all bubbly and looking forward to the day, skip it. Don't wanna spoil your day.
Omg~ it is already Nov 2. I'm so sick of all the assignments. To think that I have to keep doing them just makes me feel like puking. It is not easy at all to pull them all through the "Done & Dusted" gate of bliss. I still have some final-and-never-gonna-finish details on the packaging. The more mistakes that crop up just made me feeling like throwing up my hands and scream "You Win!!" and chunkig those stupid laminated card boards into the pile of rubbish that is accumulating at the coner of my room. Plus, I have a newsletter which I have no idea where it's gonna go! It's supposed to be easy. Last but not least, the stupid typography thing. Not hard. At all. I don't know why I'm bitching about it here. Quoting Evelyn: I'm scared but unmotivated. I hate this feeling. However, I'm not exactly scared. Just demotivated. And frustrated. This always happen when the end of sem is near. You want it to end so much and yet, time seemed to just drag. OR maybe it's the pace in which you work that is dragging, but time flies.
Really. I have to stop. I know I am already better off than a lot of people. I'm supposed to have polished it all off my working table now. Just a little bit more. Just a lil' itsy bitsy more. Hang in there!!
Friday, October 31, 2008
I Have A Dream
Have you ever heard of the phrase "I have a dream"? This phrase had been commonly employed and used in our lives. There was this time when my mom wanted to show me a speech by Martin Luther King Jr., she said that it was inspirational and wanted to expose me to it. I was blank about what it was all about and she said, "You know, the 'I have a dream' speech." I didn't know. In the end, she didn't show it to me coz she left the copy in the office.
From then on, I knew there was such a thing as King's "I have a dream" speech on his dreams where white and blacks will live harmoniously in America. I have read about a friend making a reference to this phrase and also listening to Sophie singing "I have a dream" in Mamma Mia. It is only now that I worked towards quenching my curiosity.
Below is the "I have a dream" speech by Martin Luther King Jr. This was the first time I have read it and was awed by the vision he painted with his words. It was extracted from US Constitution Online. If this is the first time you have come across this speech as well, it will be a worthy experience to know what it is all about.
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check — a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.
As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "For Whites Only". We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.
I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."
And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.
Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!
Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!
But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
From then on, I knew there was such a thing as King's "I have a dream" speech on his dreams where white and blacks will live harmoniously in America. I have read about a friend making a reference to this phrase and also listening to Sophie singing "I have a dream" in Mamma Mia. It is only now that I worked towards quenching my curiosity.
Below is the "I have a dream" speech by Martin Luther King Jr. This was the first time I have read it and was awed by the vision he painted with his words. It was extracted from US Constitution Online. If this is the first time you have come across this speech as well, it will be a worthy experience to know what it is all about.
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check — a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.
As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "For Whites Only". We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.
I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."
And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.
Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!
Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!
But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
Of Spooks, Birthdays and Idols
I'm putting up a lot of random posts lately.
First off, HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! Secondly, HAPPY BIRTHDAY Magie! (though I know you won't come across this blog) So yeah, I have a friend whose birthday falls on this spooky celebration.
The bunch of us, half the class I think, sort of planned this surprise on her. It's not exactly a party, more like an excuse to get together before the sem comes to a close. Anyway, we bought these junk food and a cake. After midnight, we gathered at a friend's place just opposite the birthday girl's place. Anyway, we sneaked into the house, knocked on her room's door, and then... awkward silence. You know, for things like this there is usually a loud SURPRISE or HAPPY BIRTHDAY. Instead, there was just this silence, and Magie exclaiming, "Oh!" Haha.. I figured it's coz we didn't plan on what to say when she saw us. Anyway, we managed to make up for it by singing a rambunctious birthday song for her. All in all, a good break from all those final moments stress.
Oooh!! I've experienced my first contact with a celebrity!! Okay~ so what if he's only a DJ and not a real celebrity? Anyway, he's my favourite DJ hosting my favourite program on 988, a chinese radio station. I've recently added him and also becoming a fan of his club on Facebook. There was this picture of him that I commented and he replied! He was generally teased as being fat, but that picture of him portrayed him pretty well, so I just commented that he's really not fat. I guess flattery works for he replied. Lol~
Ah... my biggest wish when it comes to things concerning idols is to be able to hug Eason Chan. I want to embrace him in a giant bear hug and have him sing personally to me... ah...~~ Everytime I went to his concert I day dreamed that he would pick me out from the crowd and invite me onto the stage. Haha.. This revelation was sparked from me watching this entertainment show on youtube where Eason was the guest. He played some games with his fans. He hugged one of them and sang together with another! I metaphorically melted.. sigh~~
A girl can wish, yes? Haha..
edit 3.57am - ps: did I mention that I am going to the Mamma Mia musical? Uakakakkaa... ~ I'm a disgustingly lucky gal, I know.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Poor Kitty
There was this cat that started coming into our house (my hostel unit, that is). We lived on the sixth floor, so it came in through the balcony, coming from next door. We never really know whose cat it is or whether it even has an owner. IT is actually a she, white and has red eyes in the dark. Xiao Lu er said that she's an old cat. Though I dislike cats, I can see that she's really beautiful with her white fur and slanted eyes.
The first time she came inside, Xiao Lu er was ecstatic. The second time, the cat was fed. Xiao Lu er purposely bought cat food for her. For the past week, the cat has been a nuisance for me, especially when it is just me and her in the house. I avoided her as much as possible. Thank God she never leapt at me, I guess she's too lofty to do something like that. There was this one time when I came back bearing food. When I put my food down on the table, that freaking cat jumped on the table, sniffing my way. I quickly swiped the food into my arms and put a humongous distance between us. In panic, I threw a piece of bread on the floor. And when her attention was elsewhere, I ran to my room.
Though I don't like the cat, I never really did resent her presence, so long as it's not just the two of us.
Something happened to the cat today. I was sleeping when it happened. Xiao Lu er came back and the cat was by the door. Suddenly, strange gurgling noises emitted from the cat and it vomitted on the floor. Xiao Lu er was freaked when the cat came after her, puke still falling from her mouth. She ran out the door with it hot on her heels. I don't really know what happened next, but someone from next door came to carry the cat off. Though the cat always appeared from next door, even those people did not know where she came from. I was SO lucky to be sleeping when they cleaned up the mess that cat made. Yes, they cleaned up it's puke. But then again, I have seen something worse before that my dog made.
Anyway, after the floor was cleaned and everything, the cat appeared once more on the balcony. She couldn't come in coz the glass door was closed. It kept mewing outside. Xiao Lu er was too scared over what happened to like the cat anymore.
I dount the cat will get the chance to come into the house anymore. For that, I'm grateful. But then again, pity the cat. Everyone loved it when it was clean and normal. At the first sign of trouble, people just dumped her and won't even touch her again. This kind of attitude pisses me off at times. One thing about pets is that if you want to treat it good, go all the way. They don't understand when the affection just stopped.
I was a lousy pet owner. I never want to have pets again, unless I know I am able to commit myself to it.
The first time she came inside, Xiao Lu er was ecstatic. The second time, the cat was fed. Xiao Lu er purposely bought cat food for her. For the past week, the cat has been a nuisance for me, especially when it is just me and her in the house. I avoided her as much as possible. Thank God she never leapt at me, I guess she's too lofty to do something like that. There was this one time when I came back bearing food. When I put my food down on the table, that freaking cat jumped on the table, sniffing my way. I quickly swiped the food into my arms and put a humongous distance between us. In panic, I threw a piece of bread on the floor. And when her attention was elsewhere, I ran to my room.
Though I don't like the cat, I never really did resent her presence, so long as it's not just the two of us.
Something happened to the cat today. I was sleeping when it happened. Xiao Lu er came back and the cat was by the door. Suddenly, strange gurgling noises emitted from the cat and it vomitted on the floor. Xiao Lu er was freaked when the cat came after her, puke still falling from her mouth. She ran out the door with it hot on her heels. I don't really know what happened next, but someone from next door came to carry the cat off. Though the cat always appeared from next door, even those people did not know where she came from. I was SO lucky to be sleeping when they cleaned up the mess that cat made. Yes, they cleaned up it's puke. But then again, I have seen something worse before that my dog made.
Anyway, after the floor was cleaned and everything, the cat appeared once more on the balcony. She couldn't come in coz the glass door was closed. It kept mewing outside. Xiao Lu er was too scared over what happened to like the cat anymore.
I dount the cat will get the chance to come into the house anymore. For that, I'm grateful. But then again, pity the cat. Everyone loved it when it was clean and normal. At the first sign of trouble, people just dumped her and won't even touch her again. This kind of attitude pisses me off at times. One thing about pets is that if you want to treat it good, go all the way. They don't understand when the affection just stopped.
I was a lousy pet owner. I never want to have pets again, unless I know I am able to commit myself to it.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
And Beyond...
Ah-hah! I can't help myself. I'm already planning what to do after I'm done with all these crappy assignments! That is a list that I have compiled so far. I really hope I can manage to pull some of the stuff off. I usually make this kind of list for breaks but when the time comes, I usually sleep my holidays off. I just changed my wall paper today. I know there's nothing interesting there, but don't you just love the colour? It's so refreshing after the pale yellow of my last image there.The Taste
I don't know why I bother blogging about this assignment. It's such a "goreng" piece. Everything is just make believe, the information are made up and we don't really learn how to properly do this.
Anyway, we are supposed to work in pairs and we take turns becoming client and designer. Supposedly we are to acquire approval from our "client". In the end, we just said, "I'm okay with yours so you're surely okay with mine?" kind of things. So much for learning experience. Hah!
The cover. That is the logo I "goreng".
I sort of had fun making up restrictions on how to use the logo correctly.
There are some other side stuff to do. This is the business card.
Anyway, we are supposed to work in pairs and we take turns becoming client and designer. Supposedly we are to acquire approval from our "client". In the end, we just said, "I'm okay with yours so you're surely okay with mine?" kind of things. So much for learning experience. Hah!
The cover. That is the logo I "goreng".
I sort of had fun making up restrictions on how to use the logo correctly.There are some other side stuff to do. This is the business card.Though we do not have to print all those materials like the stationery set, but we do have to print the manual itself. I counted eighteen pages. Another chunk of money here. Sigh...
Monday, October 27, 2008
Cinderella
I listened to this song while in the car with Xiao Lu er. It was sung by Tata Young. I liked the song immediately. There are times when we are down that we'd want someone to be there to lend a shoulder to lean on. There are times when you're lonely and you'd want a person to hug. There are also times when you'd wish there will be this special someone who will rescue you from predicaments and will simply accept you, flaws and all. But before that someone ultra special comes along, it's important to know you're perfectly able to stand on your own and wield your own sword. So that when he did come, you'll know you need him for real, and not just as a temporary shoulder, bolster or body guard.
"Cinderella"
When I was just a little girl
My momma used to tuck me into bed and she read me a story
It always was about a Princess in distress
And how a guy would save her and end up with the glory
I'd lie in bed and think about the person that I wanted to be
Then one day I realized the fairy tale life wasn't for me
[Chorus]
I don't wanna be like Cinderella
Sittin' in a dark old dusty cellar
Waiting for somebody, to come and set me free
I don't wanna be like Snow White waiting
For a handsome prince to come and save me
On a horse of white, unless we're riding side by side
Don't want to depend on no-one else
I'd rather rescue myselfSomeday
I'm gonna find someone who wants my soul, heart and mind
Who's not afraid to show that he loves me
Somebody who will understand I'm happy just the way I am
Don't need nobody taking care of me
I will be there for him just as strong as he, will be there for me
When I give myself then it has got to be, an equal thing
[Chorus]
I can slay, my own dragon
I can dream, my own dreams
My knight in shining armour is me
So I'm gonna set me free
[Chorus]
My Conscience is Mean
I am such an emotional wreck now. My works are not done. I thought I have them under control but apparently not. There is like this huge stone on my chest. I want to scream but I can't. I listen to songs and got touched for no reasons. I want to run away from this place so much. I have screwed up big time. Only reprinting will help. And that means another big chunk out of my now pitifully puny wallet. My heart nearly stopped when I realized the mistake. I thought I could pull it through. Pretend it's not there. Close one eye. Two eyes if I really can't take it. But no matter how many eyes I close, there're still the eyes of my conscience. It poked me. I pretend not to feel anything. It shoved me till I stumbled, I pretend it's a tiny earthquake. It slammed its mighty fist on my desk, I pretend it's those guys next door jamming. It then held me by the collar and slapped my face multiple times. I pretend there's wind blowing. Finally, the simplest things of all. Using its powerful forefingers and thumbs, it pried my tightly shut eyes open. And then put my work in front of my reluctant gaze. And then my conscience won. I lost. I can pretend no longer.
What is another hundred ringgit among the hundreds I have already spent? What is one week of hell compared to months of bliss?
Work. Do not stall. Work.
Pull myself out of this and I will see the light at the end of this long dark tunnel.
Work.
What is another hundred ringgit among the hundreds I have already spent? What is one week of hell compared to months of bliss?
Work. Do not stall. Work.
Pull myself out of this and I will see the light at the end of this long dark tunnel.
Work.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
天下无双
This is another one of my favourite songs by Eason Chan. I can sing along to it without having to see the lyrics. Whenever I'm sad, I'll just listen to the song and think about the people who are there for me. It'll simply lift the gloom.
If you know how to read it, enjoy. If not, too bad for you.
天下无双
给我信心 当我未如愿
披雨戴风问寒送我暖
亲切眼光 舒我乱和倦
从无更改心照总不宣
长长路中 走到那里生命里
有你我方找到生存来源
难行日子 不削我对生命眷恋
因有著你 跟我一起 亲爱的你
一次也不 推说乱和倦
一次你都未曾去计算
给了再给 始了便无断
无条件分担各种辛酸
从前没讲 今次要说多谢你
我有你给的爱因而完全
谁人是我 心里至爱生命至尊
都也是你 真了不起 亲爱的你
若问世界谁无双
会令昨天明天也闪亮
定是答你从无双
多么感激竟然有一双 我俩
一世庆祝 整个地球上
亿个背影但和你碰上
想说你知 整个地球上
无人可使我更想 奔向
Oooh.. yess.. since coming here in August for the new sem, I have been following the Teikoku match in Eyeshield 21. They are down to the final second and next week will be the deciding chapter! How coincidental, the ending of the match coinciding with the end of my sem. I shall work towards finishing all my assignments then!
Good luck to you too.
edit 2Nov, 3.40am: I have already finished that final chapter on the Teikoku match. Two low points here: that chapter did not live up to expectations and I still have not finished my work. How I wish I can recapture my optimism of the moment I wrote this post.
If you know how to read it, enjoy. If not, too bad for you.
天下无双
给我信心 当我未如愿
披雨戴风问寒送我暖
亲切眼光 舒我乱和倦
从无更改心照总不宣
长长路中 走到那里生命里
有你我方找到生存来源
难行日子 不削我对生命眷恋
因有著你 跟我一起 亲爱的你
一次也不 推说乱和倦
一次你都未曾去计算
给了再给 始了便无断
无条件分担各种辛酸
从前没讲 今次要说多谢你
我有你给的爱因而完全
谁人是我 心里至爱生命至尊
都也是你 真了不起 亲爱的你
若问世界谁无双
会令昨天明天也闪亮
定是答你从无双
多么感激竟然有一双 我俩
一世庆祝 整个地球上
亿个背影但和你碰上
想说你知 整个地球上
无人可使我更想 奔向
Oooh.. yess.. since coming here in August for the new sem, I have been following the Teikoku match in Eyeshield 21. They are down to the final second and next week will be the deciding chapter! How coincidental, the ending of the match coinciding with the end of my sem. I shall work towards finishing all my assignments then!
Good luck to you too.
edit 2Nov, 3.40am: I have already finished that final chapter on the Teikoku match. Two low points here: that chapter did not live up to expectations and I still have not finished my work. How I wish I can recapture my optimism of the moment I wrote this post.
PINK!
I miss Pinky. There was a cat that sneaked into the house for the past few days.
I don't like cats.
But I miss Pinky.
I never really do have a proper picture of her. This is the most I remember.
I think.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Of Name and Food
This is going to be a totally random kind of post. I searched my name "Quin". Guess what I found?
Courtesy of onelook.com;
Quick definitions (quin)
▸ noun: one of five children born at the same time from the same pregnancy
▸ name: A surname (rare: 1 in 100000 families; popularity rank in the U.S.: #15374)
How can five children be born at the same time??
Anyway, I followed this link :what2seeonline.com, from Chia Li's msn shoutout.
Omg~ I shouldn't have done that! It reminded me of all the good food in Penang. Besides that, this blogger have also snapped some truly tantalising images of the food. I didn't know there are so many western food outlets in all the nooks and corners of Penang. I love western food. So fellow Penang friends, maybe we can go to some of the recommended places for a gathering?
Courtesy of onelook.com;
Quick definitions (quin)
▸ noun: one of five children born at the same time from the same pregnancy
▸ name: A surname (rare: 1 in 100000 families; popularity rank in the U.S.: #15374)
How can five children be born at the same time??
Anyway, I followed this link :what2seeonline.com, from Chia Li's msn shoutout.
Omg~ I shouldn't have done that! It reminded me of all the good food in Penang. Besides that, this blogger have also snapped some truly tantalising images of the food. I didn't know there are so many western food outlets in all the nooks and corners of Penang. I love western food. So fellow Penang friends, maybe we can go to some of the recommended places for a gathering?
See-Aye-What?
The assignment I'm currently working on is Corporate Identity Manual. What is it? Beats me.
Really. We do not have any guidelines when it comes to this. All she did was toss a few of these manuals that our seniors did at us. She claimed those are standards she want. Nothing more after that. She did not explain what CIM really is. She did not say what are the things that are supposed to be in there. It was only after flipping those examples did we find out that we are supposed to include rationals and all sorts of stuff in it. I wondered at how those students know how to go about doing it. Probably got tossed the manuals did by their seniors.
Really. Is it any wonder why I am constantly frustrated by the quality of the teachings here? We are given assingments that the lecturers themselves have no idea what they are at times.
This is CIM:
"The protection of visual identity is probably one of the most important issues when it comes to developing concepts in which corporate identity (CI) is used. Both in web design and in print - corporate identity manuals are supposed to give designers precise guidelines on how logotypes, colors and typography should be used. Basically for one simple reason: to promote the visual identity in the most convenient, consistent and efficient way and make sure no mistakes are done. E.g. the logotype remains readable and the whitespace around the logo gives it the space it needs to breathe and be effective - throughout various projects."
-Smashing Magazine-
Really. We do not have any guidelines when it comes to this. All she did was toss a few of these manuals that our seniors did at us. She claimed those are standards she want. Nothing more after that. She did not explain what CIM really is. She did not say what are the things that are supposed to be in there. It was only after flipping those examples did we find out that we are supposed to include rationals and all sorts of stuff in it. I wondered at how those students know how to go about doing it. Probably got tossed the manuals did by their seniors.
Really. Is it any wonder why I am constantly frustrated by the quality of the teachings here? We are given assingments that the lecturers themselves have no idea what they are at times.
This is CIM:
"The protection of visual identity is probably one of the most important issues when it comes to developing concepts in which corporate identity (CI) is used. Both in web design and in print - corporate identity manuals are supposed to give designers precise guidelines on how logotypes, colors and typography should be used. Basically for one simple reason: to promote the visual identity in the most convenient, consistent and efficient way and make sure no mistakes are done. E.g. the logotype remains readable and the whitespace around the logo gives it the space it needs to breathe and be effective - throughout various projects."
-Smashing Magazine-
Tag. Again.
I should have been working on my Corporate Identity Manual. So what am I doing here? All Jaryn's fault! All her fault! (then who asked you to come online in the first place, huh? Um...)
Whatever.
Tagged by Jaryn
Part One
1. What is the relationship of you and her?
Old primary school mates!
2. Your five impressions towards him/her.
This is like a polish to her ego, but a well deserved one, hehe.. Jaryn has most qualities I'd like for myself: outspoken, friendly, smart, funny and knows what she wants in life.
3. The most memorable thing she/he had done for you.
She has done lots of memorable things, but nothing to me in particular. The most memorable thing she did was asking all the waiters' names who served us but in the end not remembering any. I guess it's coz they all look alike?
4. The most memorable thing she/he had said to you.
Urm... ah... erm... Got it. We shared the same passion for our nephews, and when she said that my nephew's name was great, I couldn't agree more. (Btw, my nephew's Ethan Chow. Good name, yes?)
5. If she/he become your lover, you will...
Er... never going to happen. Seriously.
6. If she/he become your enemy, you will...
Burn all her MU jerseys! If I'm going to be someone's enemy, might as well be memorable.. whahahaa!!!
7. If she/he become your lover, she/he has to improve on...
Not going to happen. Again, seriously. But even if it did, nothing can improve perfection, right? (gloat, Jaryn, gloat.)
8. If she/he become your enemy, the reason is...
because I burnt all her MU jerseys. So not going to happen, let me declare! (before she chops me to pieces!)
9. The most desirable thing to do on her/him is?
make her laugh. She has a great laugh.
10. The overall impression of her/him is?
Nice. Very nice.
11. How do you think the people around you will feel about you?
Not nice. Not very nice.
12. The character of you for yourself is?
I don't get myself sometimes.
13. On contrary, the character you hate of yourself is?
The little selfish devil that sometimes crops its head up.
14. The most ideal person that you wanna be is?
HIM! Who? Haha...
Part Two
1. Each player of this game starts off with 15 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.
2. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 15 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state the rules clearly.
3. At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.
4. No tags back!
1. I love old canto songs.
2. I love listening to the radio, especially at night until the early hours of morning.
3. I need perfect silence when I have to think/brainstorm. So no radio then.
4. I find the sound of the ceiling fan comforting.
5. I occasionally have my own karaoke session singing Eason Chan songs alone. Very relaxing.
6. I would love to learn how to dance.
7. I never pick up unknown money no matter how big the amount.
8. I have more than 2000 songs in my iTunes playlist!
9. I talk to myself. A lot.
10. When in a frenzy, I eat chips like nobody's business.
11. I have to read something before going to sleep.
12. I have a bolster that has been with me since I don't know when.
13. I sniff my bolster for comfort.
14. I love the morning air, just moments after day break.
15. I like walking and sweating but hate the stench of my own sweat.
Urm... I tag. Tzeyee. Kelly. Yu Jean. Eichi.
I really don't have that many blogger friends.
Whatever.
Tagged by Jaryn
Part One
1. What is the relationship of you and her?
Old primary school mates!
2. Your five impressions towards him/her.
This is like a polish to her ego, but a well deserved one, hehe.. Jaryn has most qualities I'd like for myself: outspoken, friendly, smart, funny and knows what she wants in life.
3. The most memorable thing she/he had done for you.
She has done lots of memorable things, but nothing to me in particular. The most memorable thing she did was asking all the waiters' names who served us but in the end not remembering any. I guess it's coz they all look alike?
4. The most memorable thing she/he had said to you.
Urm... ah... erm... Got it. We shared the same passion for our nephews, and when she said that my nephew's name was great, I couldn't agree more. (Btw, my nephew's Ethan Chow. Good name, yes?)
5. If she/he become your lover, you will...
Er... never going to happen. Seriously.
6. If she/he become your enemy, you will...
Burn all her MU jerseys! If I'm going to be someone's enemy, might as well be memorable.. whahahaa!!!
7. If she/he become your lover, she/he has to improve on...
Not going to happen. Again, seriously. But even if it did, nothing can improve perfection, right? (gloat, Jaryn, gloat.)
8. If she/he become your enemy, the reason is...
because I burnt all her MU jerseys. So not going to happen, let me declare! (before she chops me to pieces!)
9. The most desirable thing to do on her/him is?
make her laugh. She has a great laugh.
10. The overall impression of her/him is?
Nice. Very nice.
11. How do you think the people around you will feel about you?
Not nice. Not very nice.
12. The character of you for yourself is?
I don't get myself sometimes.
13. On contrary, the character you hate of yourself is?
The little selfish devil that sometimes crops its head up.
14. The most ideal person that you wanna be is?
HIM! Who? Haha...
Part Two
1. Each player of this game starts off with 15 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.
2. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 15 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state the rules clearly.
3. At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.
4. No tags back!
1. I love old canto songs.
2. I love listening to the radio, especially at night until the early hours of morning.
3. I need perfect silence when I have to think/brainstorm. So no radio then.
4. I find the sound of the ceiling fan comforting.
5. I occasionally have my own karaoke session singing Eason Chan songs alone. Very relaxing.
6. I would love to learn how to dance.
7. I never pick up unknown money no matter how big the amount.
8. I have more than 2000 songs in my iTunes playlist!
9. I talk to myself. A lot.
10. When in a frenzy, I eat chips like nobody's business.
11. I have to read something before going to sleep.
12. I have a bolster that has been with me since I don't know when.
13. I sniff my bolster for comfort.
14. I love the morning air, just moments after day break.
15. I like walking and sweating but hate the stench of my own sweat.
Urm... I tag. Tzeyee. Kelly. Yu Jean. Eichi.
I really don't have that many blogger friends.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Wet Look Final
It's okay. Really, it's okay. No point forcing it, right? What's all the fuss about? Seriously... no biggie!
Fine! I have already reserved myself to the fact that I am no good in photography yet (no way am I not going to be good for ever). So what if it's more like digital imaging? So sue me.
Whatever.
The best three I have chosen! Not approved yet, but I doubt there'll be any trouble there. However, they are not perfect yet in terms of layout. Don't be too harsh on me. Savour away!
Fine! I have already reserved myself to the fact that I am no good in photography yet (no way am I not going to be good for ever). So what if it's more like digital imaging? So sue me.
Whatever.
The best three I have chosen! Not approved yet, but I doubt there'll be any trouble there. However, they are not perfect yet in terms of layout. Don't be too harsh on me. Savour away!
Again, Dylan, a fantastically huge THANK YOU!!!! You were awesome!
p.s: I blabber a lot especially in the wee hours of morning when I am deprived of sleep and yet is desperate to blog.
I WANT
I want a car. I want a laptop. I want a new handphone. I want to design professionally. I want capable lecturers. I want to start earning money with design.
I don't have a single one of the above. My life will not be complete without them.
Which is a total lie.
I simply want, I don't need.
But sometimes the wants in your life make you totally depreciate the plentiful needs you already have.
And that's just being human.
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