I just ran the full 15 pages in my personal FYP Marathon.
12 hours of typing and brain-squeezing and groaning is 12 hours too long.
I need to play a game now. I can’t decide what.
I should really stop typing. 12 hours was all it took to instill a habit in me.
Oh ya I’m supposed to be reminding myself to stop procrastinating because today is an experience I do not want to re-live.
But woot lookie I’ve got sore fingers and 15 pages full of things I can’t remember and an urge to hit ctrl+a and del. Like you watch a fire burn and your fingers are itching to touch it. Like you see engine oil and got an urge to drink it. Like you see doors creaking for no reason and got a chilly wind making all your hair stand and got light bulbs going on and off and got blood all over the wall and you still want to investigate it. Like you see deserted back alleys and you still want to walk it, preferably while dangling your bag and gossiping on the phone.
I’m not suicidal. I’m just Malaysian – nothing will happen to me wan lah.
Can ctrl+z also mah.
Why is undoing easier than eliminating? That’s like teaching bad culture.
I need to stop typing.
Almost forgot, Obama!
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
Project: Woman? (test shots)
When the Canon Photomarathon event was announcing the winning shots, I overheard a dialogue:
Fashionista-cum-DSLR-holder 1: [upturned, well-plucked eyebrow] Ini gambar-gambar yang menang? Macam tak best pun.
FCDH 2: Ah? Yalah... Oh ini kategori Compact Digital Camera lah. Nanti baru DSLR punya.
FCDH 1: Oh betul? Cheh... Macam ni gambar tu not bad jugak lah. Kan guna camera macam ni saja kan [points to her friend's Sony compact camera].
Upon eavesdropping on the conversation, I wanted to applaud really loudly. I mean, really really loudly. Preferably right beside their ears - with a megaphone.
Because it does not mean that when we use a smaller camera with lesser resolution and functions to match, we have smaller passion (and ego).
Because photography is about the photographer, not the gear.
I wanted to applaud the conversation, because it gives me the resolution to prove them wrong.
I don't know if my skills can ever prove them wrong - but who cares? I have friends who already did (you know who you are ^^).
I present Project: Woman? - for want of a better name.
It's political, it's subjective, it's spontaneous fun.
It's not bad jugak, IMO.
Dedicated to the Simon Cowells in all of us. So go on, do tambah/tembak ais.
Sticky Issues... Stop fussing.
Battery Low... No one can go on forever.
Have you recharged a loved one today?
Up?... When life strikes you down,
look up and see the light.
Prickly Weight... Smile for the camera,
nevertheless, 'cause that's what ladies do.
Admire... "... Men act and women appear . Men look at women. Women watched themselves being looked at... The surveyor of woman in herself is male: the surveyed female. Thus she turns herself into an object - and most particularly an object of vision: a sight."
- John Berger in Ways of Seeing
Carbon-copied... 'Cause beneath it all we are branded, marked, and mass-produced - especially in areas that we never checked.
The Stiletto Condition... Who needs to beat us into submission? We gladly step into it.
Denial is Bliss... All is well.
Yes, it must be.
I'm just gonna pull this lower.
Cover me Beautiful... We always feel that we need to cover ourselves with something better. Maybe you're born with it. But who cares? Use Maybelline.
Survive... Trudge on - past attached.
Fashionista-cum-DSLR-holder 1: [upturned, well-plucked eyebrow] Ini gambar-gambar yang menang? Macam tak best pun.
FCDH 2: Ah? Yalah... Oh ini kategori Compact Digital Camera lah. Nanti baru DSLR punya.
FCDH 1: Oh betul? Cheh... Macam ni gambar tu not bad jugak lah. Kan guna camera macam ni saja kan [points to her friend's Sony compact camera].
Upon eavesdropping on the conversation, I wanted to applaud really loudly. I mean, really really loudly. Preferably right beside their ears - with a megaphone.
Because it does not mean that when we use a smaller camera with lesser resolution and functions to match, we have smaller passion (and ego).
Because photography is about the photographer, not the gear.
I wanted to applaud the conversation, because it gives me the resolution to prove them wrong.
I don't know if my skills can ever prove them wrong - but who cares? I have friends who already did (you know who you are ^^).
I present Project: Woman? - for want of a better name.
It's political, it's subjective, it's spontaneous fun.
It's not bad jugak, IMO.
Dedicated to the Simon Cowells in all of us. So go on, do tambah/tembak ais.
Sticky Issues... Stop fussing.
Battery Low... No one can go on forever.Have you recharged a loved one today?
Up?... When life strikes you down,look up and see the light.
Prickly Weight... Smile for the camera,nevertheless, 'cause that's what ladies do.
Admire... "... Men act and women appear . Men look at women. Women watched themselves being looked at... The surveyor of woman in herself is male: the surveyed female. Thus she turns herself into an object - and most particularly an object of vision: a sight."- John Berger in Ways of Seeing
Carbon-copied... 'Cause beneath it all we are branded, marked, and mass-produced - especially in areas that we never checked.
The Stiletto Condition... Who needs to beat us into submission? We gladly step into it.
Denial is Bliss... All is well.Yes, it must be.
I'm just gonna pull this lower.
Cover me Beautiful... We always feel that we need to cover ourselves with something better. Maybe you're born with it. But who cares? Use Maybelline.
Survive... Trudge on - past attached.No DSLR was exploited in this photo shoot*
* If me crouching in various awkward positions in front of the dolls in my dingy room counted as a photo shoot, that is.
23 more shots of Project: Woman? in my Deviantart.
Friday, January 2, 2009
Happy Mew Year
No amount of dread could hold back the coming of 2009.
So what the heck – HAPPY NEW YEAR KAKI-KAKI SEKALIAN!
Well, actually I’m not dragging my feet that much anymore into the new year. It was scary at first to think that 2009 will be the year I take my FINAL semester, graduate and err, blank. I don’t have my life figured out, and for the first time that is fine – and I say this without bursting into tears and start spamming Job Street with resumes (come to think of it, you can do that right? Right?). But of course, the prospect of me washing toilets is still very real, to the extent that I read it in the headlines everyday – right between the lines of “More Economic Pain in 2009”. So, yes, new year very scary.
But as always the habit of new year is to stride in no matter how unprepared you feel, or how depressed you are, or how you are still stuck in the jam trying to remember why countdown on new year’s eve sounded like a good idea, or how little beer you have to serve your barrel of guests, or how you can’t even remember what was your last year’s resolution to recycle it. And as the clock hits 12, the fireworks blasted and the sigh released, I realized that well, it’s also just another new day. Live well; one day at a time. Even the Bible say must okay. So, new year, fear not! Much!
With that load in the chest removed, Sayang and I went around chasing fireworks.
Yep, we didn’t plan to see any fireworks or do any countdown. Come to think of it, I’ve never count down before. My holistic development ensured that I went straight from curfew-at-6p.m. to too-old-for-this-stuff. So, Bryan and I just spent New Year’s Eve in each other’s arms watching some bloke movie that is so dumb I had to laugh non-stop. I laugh at anything these days.
Now, I’m not going to do a disclaimer like “yeah we’re boring” unless you show me any rulebook in this world that decreed “fun” as partying, boozing and go crazy only. Even if there is such a rulebook, I’ll probably ignore it. So celebs, please don’t keep telling the world that you are boring because you “prefer to stay at home and watch DVDs/cook/read/take bubble bath/surf for PO…litics”. If it’s fun for you, then so be it!
Anyway, I digressed. So yeah, Bryan and me, the a-bit-like-old-couple-but-NOT-boring duo did not count down. But as he was sending me home we caught glimpses of fireworks in many directions so we just drove around trying to find out where it’s coming from. After that we had some heart-to-heart talk in the car, and he kissed me goodnight and voila! 2009 is here.
What We Did on New Year’s Day:
Just before Bryan was supposed to bring me to dinner, I opened the door and heard loud and urgent “mews” from my longkang. Sounded something like MEWMEWMEWMEWMEWMEWMEWMEWMEW and the list goes on. And since everybody knows curiosity only kills the cat and not humans, Bryan and me decide to investigate by paying a visit to my much-neglected, weed-infested longkang. There it was, a shivering kitty struggling to climb out.
And all… motherly instincts broke loose.
Bryan ‘rescued’ it from the longkang. The mew-ing got even louder and urgent. We decided that there was probably a misunderstanding – kitty didn’t seem happy being ‘rescued’. No harm done. We decide it was probably hungry. Rushed out to buy some milk. Poured out milk into a plastic spoon so that Kitty can drink from it. Misunderstanding again, it appears, as Kitty didn’t seem to have grasped the concept of ‘drinking’ yet. A little more pestering, and KITTY DRANK! LICKED! WHATEVER YOU CALL IT!
Got Milk?
And Bryan melted into a puddle of goo.
A few minutes later, Kitty didn’t want anymore milk and it just kept mew-ing. And we are so inexperienced in taking care of stray animals that we had no idea what to do. I can’t keep it – either my Dad or my landlord will flip; and Bryan’s dog would probably eat it or become emo (it just haaaates cats). So in the end, hoping that Kitty’s mommy will come back soon, we put Kitty back where we found her.
When I got back, Kitty was gone. Well, I hope its safe with its mummy now. I hope that we had been a little help to this poor, cute kitten, and hopefully, it will look back one day as a grown cat and remember how two inept adults tried to save its life on New Year’s Day.
Bryan, on the other hand, was heartbroken that Kitty was gone.
In his anguish, Bryan unleashed his artistic prowess.
Nothing like starting the new year with a MEW.
Enjoy 2009 people!
So what the heck – HAPPY NEW YEAR KAKI-KAKI SEKALIAN!
Well, actually I’m not dragging my feet that much anymore into the new year. It was scary at first to think that 2009 will be the year I take my FINAL semester, graduate and err, blank. I don’t have my life figured out, and for the first time that is fine – and I say this without bursting into tears and start spamming Job Street with resumes (come to think of it, you can do that right? Right?). But of course, the prospect of me washing toilets is still very real, to the extent that I read it in the headlines everyday – right between the lines of “More Economic Pain in 2009”. So, yes, new year very scary. But as always the habit of new year is to stride in no matter how unprepared you feel, or how depressed you are, or how you are still stuck in the jam trying to remember why countdown on new year’s eve sounded like a good idea, or how little beer you have to serve your barrel of guests, or how you can’t even remember what was your last year’s resolution to recycle it. And as the clock hits 12, the fireworks blasted and the sigh released, I realized that well, it’s also just another new day. Live well; one day at a time. Even the Bible say must okay. So, new year, fear not! Much!
With that load in the chest removed, Sayang and I went around chasing fireworks.
Yep, we didn’t plan to see any fireworks or do any countdown. Come to think of it, I’ve never count down before. My holistic development ensured that I went straight from curfew-at-6p.m. to too-old-for-this-stuff. So, Bryan and I just spent New Year’s Eve in each other’s arms watching some bloke movie that is so dumb I had to laugh non-stop. I laugh at anything these days.
Now, I’m not going to do a disclaimer like “yeah we’re boring” unless you show me any rulebook in this world that decreed “fun” as partying, boozing and go crazy only. Even if there is such a rulebook, I’ll probably ignore it. So celebs, please don’t keep telling the world that you are boring because you “prefer to stay at home and watch DVDs/cook/read/take bubble bath/surf for PO…litics”. If it’s fun for you, then so be it!
Anyway, I digressed. So yeah, Bryan and me, the a-bit-like-old-couple-but-NOT-boring duo did not count down. But as he was sending me home we caught glimpses of fireworks in many directions so we just drove around trying to find out where it’s coming from. After that we had some heart-to-heart talk in the car, and he kissed me goodnight and voila! 2009 is here.
What We Did on New Year’s Day:
Just before Bryan was supposed to bring me to dinner, I opened the door and heard loud and urgent “mews” from my longkang. Sounded something like MEWMEWMEWMEWMEWMEWMEWMEWMEW and the list goes on. And since everybody knows curiosity only kills the cat and not humans, Bryan and me decide to investigate by paying a visit to my much-neglected, weed-infested longkang. There it was, a shivering kitty struggling to climb out.
And all… motherly instincts broke loose.
Bryan ‘rescued’ it from the longkang. The mew-ing got even louder and urgent. We decided that there was probably a misunderstanding – kitty didn’t seem happy being ‘rescued’. No harm done. We decide it was probably hungry. Rushed out to buy some milk. Poured out milk into a plastic spoon so that Kitty can drink from it. Misunderstanding again, it appears, as Kitty didn’t seem to have grasped the concept of ‘drinking’ yet. A little more pestering, and KITTY DRANK! LICKED! WHATEVER YOU CALL IT!
Got Milk?
And Bryan melted into a puddle of goo.
A few minutes later, Kitty didn’t want anymore milk and it just kept mew-ing. And we are so inexperienced in taking care of stray animals that we had no idea what to do. I can’t keep it – either my Dad or my landlord will flip; and Bryan’s dog would probably eat it or become emo (it just haaaates cats). So in the end, hoping that Kitty’s mommy will come back soon, we put Kitty back where we found her.
Bryan, on the other hand, was heartbroken that Kitty was gone.
In his anguish, Bryan unleashed his artistic prowess.Enjoy 2009 people!
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