Accio irony!

State of mind: exhausted
Current soundtrack: J-Pop-Rock - REDEMPTION (Gackt)

It's raining outside, a nice pleasant sound with a nice pleasant temperature to go with it. This is one of the best times to be curled up under thick blankets with a fluffy pillow, and drifting off to the sway of one's one thoughts.

I am not asleep. I have a stiff neck, but I have just finished sketching the last sketches...I hope...of the P.S.T.C. internship project and I am pondering the irony of how I, a child of Multimedia Design and Generation-Y and all that, am fervently wishing for a media blackout of about, ohhhh, shall we say two weeks, for the following reasons:

1. My aunt, who is the big Harry Potter fan, has hidden her copy of Deathly Hallows SOMEWHERE in my grandmother's house, and I haven't been able to find it.
2. She's not revealing its whereabouts 'til she finishes reading it.
3. My aunt reads v-e-r-y slowly - it'll probably take her three weeks to finish the book, which in the language of myself and the Internet is half of forever. (To give a sense of scale, I ploughed desperately through OOTP in two days, though without much enjoyment - and HBP took a long Sunday afternoon/evening.)

The annoying part is I don't want to be spoiled at all for this book. I don't want to know who dies when or where with the what by whom. I already felt cheated when someone blurted out Dark Zagi's true identity on the board that must not be named, and since then I have been doubly anal about fandom matters.

Which, of course, makes it perfectly natural for two spoilers to hit me between the eyes within 24 hours; once when I clicked on an LJ-cut to comment on how bleedin' fast someone was reading—I scrolled down, but the browser jumped and a big spoiler sprang at me, and once more when someone slipped an R.I.P. into their Messenger alias.

YEEAAAARGGGH!

Now is the time for the path of least resistance, and less Internet. But I swear if anyone comes up and blurts out anything...there will be carnage. @^@

I also promise you that I will be sneaky and furtive and put any long spluttering rants about the death of (insert name here) behind white blocks of span style.

In the next post: Pictures of what I just blew half my month's stipend on shopping for, and proof I am a complete DORKUS. (If you didn't know that already.)

Aw, man.

State of mind: slightly amused
Current soundtrack: J-music - Starting Line (Kobukuro)

WAHOO, KENA SHOOT BY CLIENTS TODAY. x____x;

All right, it wasn't THAT bad, but it does set the project back considerably...OTL Content needs childifying. Characters need to get their corners sanded off. Also, the interaction wasn't interacting today.

Gwar. Such is life. Still, it's actually good to be in a group and feeling useful again - I just ran the (fifth) draft of the child-friendly content and am sending it around.

Tsukareteru yooooo. I need sleep.

Was talking with my cousin earlier, and I have my first (extremely cheapo) freelance gig. I'll talk a bit about this later.

Hairy hairy ho!

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.

• The action has been perceived as 'overboard.'
  The character Sharifah plays? Is bald. Wigs and cosmetics didn't seem close enough, so in came the barber...and out went her hair. That's fine in my book. Obviously, one's mileage will vary.
• The action was degrading and for the sake of popularity.
  Sharifah doesn't seem degraded at all. As for the popularity thing, see the above point, and please to stuff a sock in it. -_-
• Malaysian artistes are becoming too daring.
  How, exactly? :/ By kissing whoever they want to? By shaving their head bald to get in character? Come on! Compared to the 'Western' scene we're squeaky clean! I mean, it's your own decision if you don't want a Muslim actor to play a non-Muslim (because obviously somehow, that'll Reset the World), but by that logic, Prince of Egypt would have been a bitch to cast for if Malaysia had produced it. Ditto stuff like Schindler's List. Does that mean only NAZI actors can play Nazis, then?
• It's SIIIINFUL for a woman to act like a man.
  ...Um, hi there. This is the blimming 21st century, and gender roles are blending delightfully into one another. Women can pee standing up (...with the appropriate paper doodads, but still), if they want to. Men can put make-up on and dance with pretty pink scarves, if they want to. Because seriously, these things are not going to send Malaysia sinking into the seas ala Atlantis, or bring giant broccoli monsters to our shores, or turn everyone into amoral heathens. Trust me on this one. Sometimes a bald actress is really just a bald actress. The dignity of Islam was not contained in Sharifah Amani's hair—although let me tell you, it was a darn fine head of hair.

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. ^^;

Three young friends

State of mind: pleased
Current soundtrack: Playlist name - series - song title (artist)

This is Rosini



and Mei Li



and Mohan.



They're three of the characters our PSFour group redesigned for P.S. The Children's interactive safety workbook. Redesigns look likely in the future, but for the time being - please give them a warm welcome when they do arrive somewhere near you!

Other things:
Turning the realistic into the cartoonish
Style test
Sketchy Mei Li (excuse the wheelchair)
Sketchy Mohan
Sketchy Rosini
Rosini's friend and her private tutor

All ur text are belong to ME.

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.