(:
When I'm supposed to be rushing models instead.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
Haengbok, Shiawase (:
Just watched Virgin Snow (Hatsuyuki no koi), a korean/jap show staring Lee Ju.nki and Aoi Miya.zaki. Niceeeeeeeeeeee and sweeeett. Waa it's like two awesome actors + both of my favorite cultures combined into one movie. It's another "Weixuan recommends!", alongside "Be With You".
Argh I should really stop watching these kinda shows, they don't happen in real life. Maybe the sweet fateful coincidences, but maybe not so 3 of them in a row, and definitely not the background music.
"Ame.." / "Bi.."
I'd get to write my own story someday. Soon please.
Shiawase wo machiwabite. Akirame nai de, gambatte na.
My Japanese cousins arrived in Singapore today. Went over to visit them when school ended. School was a mad rush today, a 3 hour design assignment worth 30%. 3 hours for precedent studies, climate comparison, thinking, re-designing, writing and drawing to fill up an A1, not quite enough.
Anyway, she brought back the pink little booklet I drew on for her in Japan last time, so that I can draw more for her. In exchange, she said she'd teach me more Japanese. hahahah, damn cute. Good deal though. I managed to draw 3 drawings for her, within like, half an hour, which is like pretty damn fast for me hahahah I'm so proud of myself. In turn, she taught me how to describe the drawings. I borrowed the book back to scan, I'd upload them for you guys to see soon.
After tonight's dvd, I roughly know what kinda theme I'd be sticking by for the next few drawings. hahaha.
They'd only be staying till next Fri though, so, can't spend much time with them. Wish I could visit them more but time is tight. It's very tight in fact, with 3 major datelines next week, a performance for some chingay thing this Sat, and dancesport nationals next Sat. Malaysian nationals 2 weeks later, and then exams right after that.
But, I'd like to finish up my incomplete "flower garden"/"progress" drawing before they leave. It's supposed to be a surprise gift, but it's been on hiatus for wayy too long. And, I'd probably pon a day of school to company them out to play.
Now for a dose of incoherent whimsicalities:
I want to go Japan during my long hols, when the Sakuras are still in bloom.
And then find myself a Japanese girlfriend.
Or I might drop by Korea to do just that.
The next time I visit these places, I'd dig out their street culture enclaves, and battle their bboys. Then, I'd be assimilated into their group, make new friends, and find a bgirlfriend naisee.
I want a shiny new bass, and the new Boss multi-effects pedal.
I want my bird to stop mimicking weird noises now at 4am. Makes me wonder, what on earth has she been listening to while we aren't around.
I want a pen that can make my drawings come to life.
I want my shoulder to stay in place.
Btw, thanks much dear friends. 22nd was awesome thanks to all of you (: I was really awesomely happy. Makes me feel like celebrating it every Friday, so that i can invite you guys down again. Looking forward to 23!
Oh ya I am now on like, twitter. hahaha you can find me there
Argh I should really stop watching these kinda shows, they don't happen in real life. Maybe the sweet fateful coincidences, but maybe not so 3 of them in a row, and definitely not the background music.
"Ame.." / "Bi.."I'd get to write my own story someday. Soon please.
Shiawase wo machiwabite. Akirame nai de, gambatte na.
My Japanese cousins arrived in Singapore today. Went over to visit them when school ended. School was a mad rush today, a 3 hour design assignment worth 30%. 3 hours for precedent studies, climate comparison, thinking, re-designing, writing and drawing to fill up an A1, not quite enough.
Anyway, she brought back the pink little booklet I drew on for her in Japan last time, so that I can draw more for her. In exchange, she said she'd teach me more Japanese. hahahah, damn cute. Good deal though. I managed to draw 3 drawings for her, within like, half an hour, which is like pretty damn fast for me hahahah I'm so proud of myself. In turn, she taught me how to describe the drawings. I borrowed the book back to scan, I'd upload them for you guys to see soon.
After tonight's dvd, I roughly know what kinda theme I'd be sticking by for the next few drawings. hahaha.
They'd only be staying till next Fri though, so, can't spend much time with them. Wish I could visit them more but time is tight. It's very tight in fact, with 3 major datelines next week, a performance for some chingay thing this Sat, and dancesport nationals next Sat. Malaysian nationals 2 weeks later, and then exams right after that.
But, I'd like to finish up my incomplete "flower garden"/"progress" drawing before they leave. It's supposed to be a surprise gift, but it's been on hiatus for wayy too long. And, I'd probably pon a day of school to company them out to play.
Now for a dose of incoherent whimsicalities:
I want to go Japan during my long hols, when the Sakuras are still in bloom.
And then find myself a Japanese girlfriend.
Or I might drop by Korea to do just that.
The next time I visit these places, I'd dig out their street culture enclaves, and battle their bboys. Then, I'd be assimilated into their group, make new friends, and find a bgirlfriend naisee.
I want a shiny new bass, and the new Boss multi-effects pedal.
I want my bird to stop mimicking weird noises now at 4am. Makes me wonder, what on earth has she been listening to while we aren't around.
I want a pen that can make my drawings come to life.
I want my shoulder to stay in place.
Btw, thanks much dear friends. 22nd was awesome thanks to all of you (: I was really awesomely happy. Makes me feel like celebrating it every Friday, so that i can invite you guys down again. Looking forward to 23!
Oh ya I am now on like, twitter. hahaha you can find me there
Monday, March 22, 2010
Butterfly dusts
Saw this on some forum, hahah quite interesting.
A butterfly descends on my finger, and I reach out with my other hand to caress it, ever so gently, only to have it fluttering away the moment I touch it.
It flitters away to the neighboring meadow, and skims along the undulating carpet of wild flowers and dandelions, dyed a beautiful golden by the warmth and essence of the weary setting sun. It lingers for awhile longer, as if to check if I were following, before finally disappearing into the glare of the horizon.
I am left standing, hand outreached, squinting into the distant landscape. Bemused? with a tinge of despondence.
The butterfly has disappeared, just as all the butterflies before it have. But as with every passing butterfly that has visited, specks of shimmery dusts were left behind, rubbed off from that one stroke. They call it butterfly powder. Alluring, enchanting, intriguing.
Each butterfly is unique, each with its own magic. I lift up my finger to inspect the remnant dust, oh how they glisten under the evening sun. I bring my finger to my nose, and I breathe them in.
I turn, and stroll back towards the solitude of my shelter, a wry smile breaks forth from the corner of my lips.
Butterfly dust nourishes, it catalyzes growth, it engenders change. What was strength to the butterfly is now strength for me.
The dust is at work, I've acquired something new yet again. I am different.
Butterflies change me, and with each encounter, I am a step closer to becoming the Butterfly Man.
Wurtt???
Errrrrrr. Never mind. hahahah.
It's my 4am cryptic partial-sanity.
A butterfly descends on my finger, and I reach out with my other hand to caress it, ever so gently, only to have it fluttering away the moment I touch it.
It flitters away to the neighboring meadow, and skims along the undulating carpet of wild flowers and dandelions, dyed a beautiful golden by the warmth and essence of the weary setting sun. It lingers for awhile longer, as if to check if I were following, before finally disappearing into the glare of the horizon.
I am left standing, hand outreached, squinting into the distant landscape. Bemused? with a tinge of despondence.
The butterfly has disappeared, just as all the butterflies before it have. But as with every passing butterfly that has visited, specks of shimmery dusts were left behind, rubbed off from that one stroke. They call it butterfly powder. Alluring, enchanting, intriguing.
Each butterfly is unique, each with its own magic. I lift up my finger to inspect the remnant dust, oh how they glisten under the evening sun. I bring my finger to my nose, and I breathe them in.
I turn, and stroll back towards the solitude of my shelter, a wry smile breaks forth from the corner of my lips.
Butterfly dust nourishes, it catalyzes growth, it engenders change. What was strength to the butterfly is now strength for me.
The dust is at work, I've acquired something new yet again. I am different.
Butterflies change me, and with each encounter, I am a step closer to becoming the Butterfly Man.
Wurtt???
Errrrrrr. Never mind. hahahah.
It's my 4am cryptic partial-sanity.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Pull up
Grab the flight consoles, and pull up now, cause we're going to crash, and it's gonna burn real bad.
Wake up.
It's not worth it, you deserve better. Times have changed, the weather is as bleak as it can get. Pellets of hail pelt the plane, and a rocky cliff face looms right ahead. The pilot isn't dumb or visually impaired is he.
Find yourself, know your worth. It's time to break away.
Steer thy course, find your way,
return to the clear of day.
Determination itself knows no bounds,
but this is as far as dignity would have you go.
So, turn back now, don't lose sight of yourself.
Wake up.
It's not worth it, you deserve better. Times have changed, the weather is as bleak as it can get. Pellets of hail pelt the plane, and a rocky cliff face looms right ahead. The pilot isn't dumb or visually impaired is he.
Find yourself, know your worth. It's time to break away.
Steer thy course, find your way,
return to the clear of day.
Determination itself knows no bounds,
but this is as far as dignity would have you go.
So, turn back now, don't lose sight of yourself.
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