State of mind: tired
Re: Volt has officially graduated.
I am tired and grubby and happy and miffed, all simultaneously.
Good luck in the future, y'all. And learn the value of PROOFREADING, or I swear on my pretty black pantsuit I will hunt you down and PUNISH you.
State of mind: sleepy
Current soundtrack: Black Jack Back-to-back - Black Jack - Silence Whispers (TRF)
I cut my hair very short today, and got another meme! Not in English though—It's from one of my Ultra contacts, Sarutobi, and thus it is in Japanese. Apparently they're called 'batons'.
It's to do with fandoms and illustration, so here we go:
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I'm...interested. And wondering how long it will take to translate/scan/answer. ;)
I think I was 6 or 7.
Ah, asking for my age, are you? 14, 15 years? I still prefer my pencils for sketchery. :)
You may not. That PC has long gone to a family friend's family. *gulp*
Isn't this a repeat of the previous question? Cheh. FINE. Where are those paintchat pictures? Ah, there we go.
I've gotten a bit better since then—this happens to be the last paintchat I did before everyone really started going to work/falling ill/becoming busy.
...I miss yakking with those guys. :(
Flat blocks of colour with two, maybe three layers of shading. Vector images...generally don't need that much colouring, and my pencil sketches remain black and white with occasional smudges of grey.
Oh yes, plenty. Ursula Vernon, for one. I suppose I want to have a go with Kidchan, Matsuru or Kinsun. And there's always U, Tuge, Natsuki and Sunagimo.
Mm. I like them, they get the message across and drawing makes me happy. No, that doesn't answer the question, does it? I'd say yes, although one tries to firm up one's skills and improve. :)
Ehhhh?! One, I don't know that many people/bloggers/artists and two, I've never seen a meme try so desperately to spread itself. But OK. *goes through the fanlinks and picks out names*
Cute pictures - Sarutobi, Weiss, Tama, Kannazuki Hayate, Himataro
Cool pictures - Takigawa Takumi, Sunagimo, U, Zid, Halxion (actually...Hal's pictures kind of scare me.)
Beautiful pictures -Tuge, Ursula Vernon, Firnheledien, Kidchan, Matsuru
Warm pictures - F&S, Arche, Miyanishi Tatsuya
Refreshing pictures - Kodama, Aimo, Midou Kazuhiko
Soft pictures - Moyashi, Ten, Gizzy, Akeboshi, Kurage
Wokei, that's it.
Tomorrow is Re:Volt's exhibition launch! This is your chance to see the blogger in her Haado Gei short black leather outfit! (Hey, the dress code IS punk/goth/subculture.
State of mind: thoughtful
Current soundtrack: Kanata E (Kobukuro)
You got one.
In the teeny-weeny suitcase:
In the not-teeny-weeny suitcase
In the carryon:
In the pockets:
Things that will stay on most of the time:
My bag is full of sardine-fied clothes rolls. Tomorrow, the tour shall begin! :D
YOU WAIT! KEJAP LAGI AKU DATANG!!!
State of mind: hungry full
Current soundtrack: SAMURAI 7 - Unlimited (Aikawa Nanase)
I really need my old doa music back. :P
http://www.ultraman-land.jp/blog/archives/2007/12/post_619.php
...(fili fele tomatosauce)Those who received a winning card will receive a Reimon Monslord version, also in commemoration of Reimon figures hitting the shops.
Here we've run out of win cards, so the campaign has been closed.
If you're asking who Reimon is, he's the mysterious hero appearing on TBS' 'Ultra Galaxy Daikaijuu Battle', so he seems to be holding a key to the story.
...Reimon. Raymon? Equal parts of me are screaming "Hikari!" "Uchiyama!Melos!" "Xenon!" "Deep One!" "Ikan pari!" and rolling around the floor making snide comments. The plot, it seems, must thicken.
P.S. - HATEVETICA PULLED AN A-. ZOMG. Special thanks to my lecturers, Sweii and Hazmer, and the external assessors.
State of mind: awed
Current soundtrack: ...No music, la.
At first sight, she took my breath away. Actually, it was her 2 gigs of RAM and DVD-R drive that did it, but who's keeping count?
Out of the wrinkly plastic that enfolded her, she looked amazing. The smooth corners. The glossy screen. The deceptive lightness. The wonderful keys, all so irresistible to touch. I am only yet discovering her idiosyncracies, but I think we'll work very well together in future.
...Yes, I got a new laptop. I haven't named her yet, though, only decided that she's a she. I mean, soft touch, rounded corners, refined exterior, looks better unwrapped, asks too many questions, reacts wildly if you don't touch her right*...Cygnus mentioned Konomi, and I'm weighing in on Nagi/Noa Reborn. Suggestions, anyone? M'not calling her Maki, before someone suggests that. It's not on and anyway, Maki would stare at my laptop and ask what I need all that fillifelle RAM and space for. And I will have no definite answer, except that the RAM is for handling all manners of work.
Oh? You want pictures? You wait 'til I set everything up. All the programs and add-ons, and suchlike. Maybe get my imageshack account back, too, seeing as how I am inexplicably unable to log in. Then y'all get a picture.
But she's BEAUTIFUL, my girl is. This...this can only be love.
* You only WISH I was kidding.
State of mind: grim
Current soundtrack: "Old newspaper...Paper lama...*tootle tootle*"
U.N. urges calm amid Myanmar clashes
At this point, one was just waiting for the other boot to drop, really.
I may not be the BEST Buddhist in the world (who am I kidding? I'm not!), but one thing I learned quite early, while writing up Gensomaden Saiyuki fanfiction.
There are 18 levels of Buddhist hell, the lowest of which is deemed Avici. The suffering is nigh endless and the space is flexible. There are a few crimes that, um, secure your place there: matricide, patricide, killing an arhat and shedding the Buddha's blood, to name a few. Some group matricide and patricide together, and include suicide. The list changes here and here, depending on where you look, but one crime is usually on that list: creating discord in the sangha, or the community of monks/nuns/practitioners.
Deaths and tear gas for a peaceful protest, led by a respected religious institution. Mm. I call discord, all right.
So yes, o junta, I must agree with the catcalls of your people. Justice will be served in another world. You are fools. You are fools.
And if y'all are curious about why I didn't link from a local paper's site - I looked at three, and couldn't find the exact article.
vil·lainMaybe I'm idealistic (who am I kidding? I am!), but I didn't come to TOA to emerge as some dark force of power, forcing change. I came because I wanted to change the world in a non-violent fashion, and if I want to be evil, malicious and cruel, I'm perfectly capable of doing that on my own, thank you, away from the industry.
–noun
1. a cruelly malicious person who is involved in or devoted to wickedness or crime; scoundrel.
2. a character in a play, novel, or the like, who constitutes an important evil agency in the plot.
3. villein.
[Origin: 1275–1325; ME vilein, vilain <>villa, -an]
—Synonyms 1. knave, rascal, rapscallion, rogue, scamp.
State of mind: surprised (and slightly drowsy)
Current soundtrack: The white noise of the fan and the ticking of the keyboard
This is probably going to make no sense to anyone except myself, but what the hey.
It's been a very weird weekend, as I found some fairly old doodles I made while taking my trial HCEs three years ago. One of them included a backstory for one of my characters, Hakugin (Shi had nicer footwear then. I might bring that back.), and it involved two soldiers who were later reincarnated as...well, two others in an already established series. I won't go any further. One was skinny and brash, the other was a big, sweet man. The weird part? A year later, I had to prepare a script for my Drama class. Not only did I turn it into ANOTHER Hakugin backstory, conveniently forgetting this one, I managed to transplant the two characters in—and switch their personalities AND reincarnations. Skinny and brash became slim and innocent. Big and sweet became strong and silent.
...I swear when I scripted Never Alone, Kiichiro and Jinnosuke were designed then. I didn't quite expect them to turn up a year prior to that on an old Math Magic competition form, or hide in my brain and await a chance for rebirth.
Also, I had a dream about being scammed on a family holiday - twice. The first had the whole clan walking home through colourful, chest-high tulip fields (please remember I live in a TROPICAL country), and the next had me kidnapped and thrown into freezing 'brown water', only to later chase courting hornbills and get bitten by the irate male of the pair. To be fair, They were extremely pretty crowned pigeons at the start of my dream. Even better was the look in the male's eyes when I finally stopped playing dead, before he chewed by nose off—"Ha, see, I knew you were alive, you naked Wingless! Phear my 1337 papa hornbill sk33l5!"
State of mind: chipper
Current soundtrack: J-music playlist
This is Rosini, her redesign, and her moustached daddy. :)
Happy Father's Day to those celebrating!
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Film dude extraordinaire Amir Muhammad used to write parody articles in his NST column, so when he said people were in a flap over Sharifah Amani shaving her head bald during the production of Muallaf, I thought he was half-joking.
...He wasn't, which makes me more than half-shellshocked. Ai. Yo. YO. Face, meet palm. Get to know each other. (The Mail also published another article today about Muallaf and the baldness, here.)
Let's make a checklist here.
If this movie gets banned because of ZOMGtehbaldladeez!, it will only prove that no, we're not ready for Vision 2020 just yet. Heck, we might not even make 3030. -_-; Oh my motherland, why are you so devoid of logic?
*your spelling may vary. ^^;
State of mind:
Current soundtrack: Lecturers muttering while waiting for errant classmates to come back from assignment
I found this quote while surfing a site and felt the intense need to share it with my readership, which I'm pretty sure is tiny at the time of writing. I have blogitis. I am not ashamed.
Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air - explode softly - and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth - boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn't go cheap, either - not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination.
State of mind: frazzled
Current soundtrack: Snatches of 'Purple People Eater'
Guess who's the copywriter/editor for Batch 51's graduation campaign? X3 Between me and my trusty, equally grammar-finicky assistant, no syn(tax) shall go unpunished*! No verb shall be treated as a noun! The F7 button will sing beneath our fingers! Behold, TOA, She-Noun and the Masters of the Grammarverse! *triumphant cartoon music* One small problem—I really don't know anyone in the board besides some of my classmates. I guess now's a good opportunity to get to know some people from other majors besides the old foundation gang.
Internship is going along quite smoothly. So far, so good—we're all bouncing merrily off each other and it's proving to be a pleasant experience. Expect to see some of my sketches here soon. :D
I had a horribly, unashamedly moe-riffic dream last night. There was an Ultraman event on for the school holidays—a GREAT BIG event!!!—in which Noa handled a crying baby expertly (cue squeeing from author), I saw a massive flock of Brahminy kites on a beach and life was so good I refused to wake up until I'd overslept one hour. :P
Firnheledien comes over tomorrow for a visit! ♥ But tonight...proposal work. @_@ *reluctantly detaches self from blogging and goes to work*
* we sincerely hope.
State of mind: drowsy
Current soundtrack: Ultra Kaijuu Ondo (Ishikawa Susumu)
My prayers, they have been answered! For the moment, I am in charge of the character design for the P.S. The Children internship program. What is is, well, I won't say just yet - but I think you'll find out soon. :) Also, I AM doing something visual with Helvetica for MMP - motion graphics or a short film, most likely, but it does afford me the opportunity to personify the fonts and all. Just imagine Miriam d'Cruz! Helvetica Foong! Arial Wong! Muhammad Zapfino! (While all of these are people I know at college, I doubt that they'd be too chuffed sticking their heads in boxes to act for a short film. Kekekeke.)
I love character design, having a few of my own personal favourites. Pen, for instance, that plucky little turtle which appeared in my first Flash animation project—one I'll be redoing for Graduation Campaign. Ninja Teabags appear quite often nowadays too, in times of randomness. One Arion has a special place in my heart, because he was one of the first really 'different' Ultras I tried my hands at, all green eyes and long limbs. Dark Eye (formerly called Scudwan, do not ask) is one of those I love to hate, along with the stubbly Huang Long general, Ran Seiryuu. There is always Hakugin and Shinku, the bondkeepers watching their charges from a distance. I hope a part of them resides in me somewhere, really. And then there's the more out of the way stuff like Black Colossus, with his evil prosthetics; Tobiron, who now has three origin stories to pick and choose from, depending on who you really wish him to be; Baiyouji, prince of the Western Ocean; Hoshi the Soulmistress/Tamasenshi/Kishu Megami, who was really an extension of what I wanted to become when I was much younger.*
The one that sneaks into my drawings most often, however, is Kamiza Maki, the androgynous white wolf shapeshifter from Kumamoto Higo. She started off as 18, which was hoary maturity to me then; she's 21 now, which I don't think is hoary maturity, just blind youth's final years. There's a scar on her neck I drew once and somehow stayed. Her hairstyle changed about five times and will probably change again. She likes Japanese dumplings and pears. She strikes out blindly. She's not tall, but graceful anyway, and deadly with a swastika sai in her hands. She's got a short fuse. She has a fatalistic inferiority complex thing going on. Her fangs and claws are sharp, when bared. There's probably a lot more of me in Maki than I'd care to admit.
...My point? What point? I love character design, drawing them out, giving them personalities and backgrounds, planting a scar here and a dead eye there, making them speak, giving them pronoun-patterns** and motivations and hearts and minds. I love telling their stories and intertwining bits of my own with them.
So thanks for passing down the job, chief! I'll do my best! * ^_^ *
In other news, I bought some makeup the other day, because Body Shop was having a sale. I'm quite pleased, and actually just waiting for an occasion to try some of it out...although I've already started wearing the Spirit of the Moonflower perfume oil, and it's not lasting as long as I thought it would. It DOES smell nice, though. Also, I took more pictures of the greenery outside Sunway Pyramid. While the flowers I last captured are all beginning to wilt, I caught some butterflies makling their rounds. I haven't seen these for a while, the ones with wings speckled and orange-dotted outside and iridescent blue inside.
*A self-insert Mary Sue, to use the technical term. XD Only one thing remains sure: Hoshi gives up her life in one final battle, far, far in the future when her host has lost the will to live. Her other exploits shall go unrecorded.
** Best explained with Rurouni Kenshin - normally uses sessha to refer to himself, resulting in the author's love for ALL sesshas in her fandoms, but as Battousai, refers to himself as ore.
State of mind: jumbled
Current soundtrack: J Pop Rocks- No Regret (Koda Kumi)
As you can tell, I shut up. For a long time, even by my standards. And the foundations mentioned in the previous post? Yeeeeah, they're still standing, but whisper the name of that one particular lecturer and they flinch.
Let me try and start over.
*clears throat* When we last left CMYk, she was chugging along perfecting another MM Prod. interactive CD (blood donation—I LIKE this one) , a motion graphic (depression; needs a little more poking, but didn't do too badly) and that now infamous-among-MM511 online media project. The former two went almost as well as can be expected. The latter screamed, writhed, cursed, barfed pea soup, had its head turn 360° and sput-put-tuttered to a rather graceless landing.
Without putting too fine an edge on it, our clients was confused, we were unpleased, I was unacceptably emo and the lecturers received the largest surprise of all: if we had all handed up our work and done, in their words, 'pretty well', why were the majority of us reporting brimstone, anguish and threats of dismemberment in our post-project reports? As far as I can see, the problem may have stemmed from trying to please just about everyone. The brief said one thing. One lecturer said another. Lecturer #2 said something else entirely, and a sense of confusion reigned. One classmate with her flair for the dramatic apparently proclaimed that we had been 'abused'—while I sporfle over it now, on the day of the marks announcement, I might have agreed in a rather watery fashion. I told you I was emo.
...Which is my excuse for the long absence/hermitage/reclusiveness/hissyfit. It took three weeks of peace and quiet to get some of my old mojo back, and I'm praying hard there will be no repeat of last term. I graduate in about half a year. I can't change my results slip (which was...pretty dangerous). Things are progressing as they should for now. Gantt charts have to be drawn up. Project topics have to be decided. I'm talking to the fresh meat new students again. So, let's try and start over.
Once more into the breach, Ultraman![/insidejoke]
State of mind: ...decidedly emo. o_O
This year's first Exploration Week has come and gone - much of it spent in the trusty arms of Morpheus (read: Zzzzz...). I had some personal victories when it came to work—second Motion Graphics idea approved without too much sweat, similarly for Multimedia Production—but am still soul-searching over a few other things (Online Media 3 being one of them...).
Anyway, this is not the place for pure unbridled emo - yet. The foundations will hold a little while longer, be they shaken—and I bring news of Islamic art and Jason Grove's visit to our college!
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Islamic Art Museum outing, or We Drive All Over KL: 15/3/07
Make no mistake: the Islamic Art Museum of Malaysia is PRETTY. The art is pretty. The fountains are pretty. The whole second floor, with its high ceiling, glass walls and tall pillars, is sheer beauty. I wanted to lie on the floor in that space of light and air and just stare at the ceiling and its inverted dome.
We were, however, on a tight schedule, and no pictures were allowed. (You can see a small part of the second floor on the website's main page, though.)
Let's go back a bit. There were six of us: me, JL, Cons, YM, James and WY. The plan for the day was quite simple, and had two steps:
- everyone meets up between 9-9.30
- hitch a ride from James' mum to museum and back
The plan instead morphed into THIS:
- 9.30 comes, and WY's missing
- long discussion on whether to keep waiting, or sod it for a lark and just go
- James' mum can't take us all to KL
- JL decides to drive, following James' mum from behind
- James' mum ninja-speeds off and we lose her
- decide to go to KL on own
- become hopelessly lost between streets
- arrive at museum in various stages of pissiness, sweatiness and relief, swearing the museum had better be worth the trip.
There's actually quite a bit to see in here: little (and large) models of famous mosques, matchlock rifles longer than we were tall, the most fantastic traditional robes, Chinese Muslim calligraphy, little books illuminated with gold leaf and beard combs that you could fill with rosewater so your wonderful chin tresses would smell sweet AND look spiffy. They had a special exhibition connected with spices around that time, and JL and Cons were VERY interested in the coffee section. >_>;
There's also one thing and one thing only you can take pictures of in the IAMM: the domes. They're very proud of their lovely lovely domes.
In other news, I'm still learning how to drive.
