Many things

Well haha, maybe I should be clearer in defining what I mean by exercising. Of course I did exercise. Allow me to explain. (:

I have to walk to the nearest bus stop when I have to take the bus and vice versa. It’s about a 5 minute walk. It’s quite fun, really. Because I go around 11:25 a.m. when the marketplace is still running. I hardly visit there anymore, since I haven’t the time. Just the occasional trip to get breakfast-and that’s pretty rare too. But if I reach back at 7 p.m. onwards, I take a cab back from the train station. It’s really dark by then and I don’t want to get mugged. Since Sebastian doesn’t exist right? 

I like to reply comments via posting an entry because I get to elaborate further. Somehow I think that the small comment box isn’t too apt for lengthy writers like me.

The bus I take to college doesn’t exactly drop me in front of the building either. Instead, the bus stop is quite a distance from the place. So I have to walk about 7 minutes to reach my college. How suave. 

Speaking of Sebastian, I did a presentation on Monday. Not about him, obviously, but let me get to that in a moment. The presentation was about the American Realism art style, which is really quite unique. Trying looking up David Grove’s work, who remains one of my favorites from that era. We also have to introduce a few of our favorite artists. I did Tony DiTerlizzi, Brian Froud, Kmye-Chan (Camille) and Rie Fu. All traditional artists. I was rather nervous at first, but the nerves diminished when I start talking. It normally happens like that. So it went all smooth to the end. At least, that’s what I thought.

One of my classmates: Where’s Sebastian?

Me: (froze) Erm, what? 

Classmate: Yeah, where is he?

Me: (shakes) He’s not here. (haha, way to go, Captain Obvious) Why, do you want to know more about him? He doesn’t exist.

Why am I stating the facts.

Tutor: Yeah, tell us about Sebastian.

Me: Oh, dear.

Thank heavens the lecturer wasn’t there. If not I may have to give an explanation after all.

After much laughing (on the class’ behalf) and skirting the issue (me, huh) I managed to get away with it. I don’t think I’ll be so lucky next time, so perhaps I should prepare. For instance: He’s a demon and he skilled in using cutlery. Literally. It’s Norah’s fault. She blackmailed me into accepting Sebastian as my imaginary husband. I must be brainwashed at the time. Now, the entire class wouldn’t let me forget! Can’t we all have a Sebastian-free day, at least once a week?

Yay, I updated. (: That’s all for now. Have to start on research.

Edit: Watching Harry Potter this weekend. Pray that it will be at least, a breather from the previous movies. I’m not hoping for anything big, but since it’s getting considerably better reviews than Transformers, I’ll give this movie a chance. After all, we grew up reading Harry Potter. I remember clearly how my dad bought me the 4th book first because it was cheaper. The result? I didn’t get a thing about it! So we had to go and get them in chronological order, ha. Reading it the second time around was much, much better. My first time was something like this: Voldemort? Huh? 

Fatal fail on both of our parts. Can’t wait to catch up with you, Hwee Lynn. It’s been awhile. Emily, are you still going to inspire me? (:

Darker Than Black has gotten the green light to proceed with their second season. This is probably old news, but for Norah and I, it’s relatively fresh. See how outdated we are? (sarcasm) So Norah, rejoice! Your husband is making a comeback. Hopefully, with more style. That mask doesn’t do any favors okay. I feel abnormally psyched. Why. Perhaps it’s because I got enough sleep last night.

a brief run-through

Yes, I’m back to posting. (: Thanks for dropping by, Kitsune. Yes, that was such an adorable rabbit!

This is going to be a quick update while I sort through the massive load of photos I have taken on the Malacca voyage trip. It was pure fun! We ought to have more field trips in the future. Cast a vote, people!

After getting mediocre reviews regarding the latest Transformers film, I’ve decided that I won’t watch it. I will survive, don’t worry. And it saves some more money in the process. 

Exploration week seemed to be nearing to a close. Somehow. Time does fly.

Ilina, where are your Urbanscapes photos? Haha, I would like to blog about our outing with your snapshots as well! (: 

I’m currently watching a series called Ergo Proxy. I have only cleared the pilot episode, so I can’t say much yet. It has that futuristic feel though. The names in the show are so weird. Rei-I came out sounding something like Reiru. But I’m hoping that it won’t be as confusing as The Matrix.

Flying the kite

Well, looking at the date on my previous post, I have been pretty AWOL lately. Goodness, it’s been awhile. I’ve been busy, and I have sort of lost the blogging bug-for the moment. But that doesn’t mean that I have given up completely on writing! (: That untitled story of mine is still alive and ongoing, except that Norah and I are working on it on a more regular basis, and that the internet isn’t exactly stable. Unless anyone still wants to read it, let me know and I will update the previous chapters here.

Ethan, I’m terribly sorry for being so stagnant here. ): Because you aren’t online, and I’m hardly online myself. I haven’t watched Transformers II, can you believe it? I can scarcely believe it myself. But here’s a couple of updates on my side.

It’s Exploration Week for us Diploma students. It’s just a week without classes but more homework. Throw in a couple of field trips and you got a pretty busy week in the end, just sans the assignments.

My dad is making a constant reference to Adam Lambert. Whyyyy. 

For our Photography lesson, we’re all heading down to Malacca for a full day trip! (: I haven’t been to that state in ages, so I’m terribly excited. We also have to visit the Islamic Arts Museum for Survey of South East Asia Culture. 

Ann Chi was pretty wistful that our college didn’t catch the H1N1 bug. Isn’t it better without the school closing (with will stir up more replacement classes in the process?)? 

Madame Mahone and Madame Michaelis paid a visit to KL Urbanscapes 2009 over the weekend. There were thrills, spills (literally) and the weather that refused to put a damper on the event. No really, it was incredibly hot. The air conditioned building suddenly felt very tempting. A can of Coke cost RM4 because it was burning. Rip offs. Madame Mahone did not bring an umbrella (smart) and she managed to turn a shade darker than she already is. You really like to get a tan, don’t you? (: Photos will come later.

The koi at the Japanese garden were incredibly fat. And cute.

 

How's this for adorable?

Now we want to sabotage our own white rabbit ourselves-so you got to tell us where to get an eyepatch, rabbit-size.

That nagging thought in my brain

I’m not entirely sure what is bothering me, but deep down inside perhaps I know the answer.

Really cryptic, I know. And really short too. :} 

It’s rather obvious now that I have sort of lost the mood to blog, at least for the time being.

Just to say hi!

Pei Siu! How have you been? How’s college been treating you lately?

In case you are wondering, Ilina has dumped Gaspard and is now with Malone from Prison Break. She has also returned to The One Academy-doing Degree now. D:

Me? I’ve two bad guys to keep me company, haha.

Miss you, man. ):

Eyedrops

It’s almost 1 in the morning, but I’m still up. Apart from being dead tired, I also wish that I don’t require sleep, at least for certain occasions.

The attack of the color pencils

I know, that’s a very strange idea for a blog title. But I’m serious. We have to buy color pencils that are worth from RM140 onwards. Shocker.

I never figured that even color pencils can go designer on me. As in, seriously designer. No joke. Srs bznz. 

Along the way, I discovered this. Faber Castell pencils that can really be worth RM700+. I kid you not. They are known as Polychromos. Not only do they come with a killer wooden tiered box that can rival the wooden boxes for Omega watches, they also come with a killer price tag. Lucky that we don’t need to get this brand. It’s like the Lexus for Faber Castell.

Unless using these pencils will bestow you with a supernatural ability that yields awesome masterpieces, I simply can’t fathom the reason why it costs so much. Because it’s made with the finest of wood from trees? I’d be killing more trees than I am now. Because the color lead is made from the richest…. I don’t know….. something on par with truffle? Belgium chocolate? Rolex?

Nah, I’m overreacting. (: I like to dramatize sometimes. It’s fun.

We’re getting PrismaColor pencils. Sounds a bit funny, but at least the price is a breather. RM200+. (:

College life is back

Oohlala, baby.

Fine I wrote that for kicks, because there isn’t anything that may have inspired me to write that. False alarm, haha. 

Jason was quite surprised to learn that I’ve no New Year resolutions. Yeah, true enough. Because I realized that I may just change them in the near future. And I don’t want to sound like a hypocrite. 

But, some of the things I do intend to do is dabble a bit in photography (so late huh) and also try to get this writing gig together. I ditch stories faster than the weather changes and that is simply not good (obviously). If I really want to break into writing as well, I should start to get srs bznz serious about it. 

My results are fine. Hunky dory? Nothing to boast about. Maybe I should strive to work on that too. At least we got an okay timetable-Fridays and Saturdays are off this semester! Chris put it this way-we deserved it after getting 6 days of classes last semester. Which was killer okay. Everyone from other classes sympathized with us.

And lessons finally begin tomorrow. I’m nervous and excited. Silly right? I’m almost done with my self portrait-in which my family members think that it doesn’t resemble me in any conceivable way but ah-if I’m that good I wouldn’t be getting C+ for Figure Studies eh? Woah all lessons in the morning. Like last time too. 

I’m still not giving up yet on going overseas to study. I just want to clear up issues here that I’m not going there for the reputable college or the degree they’re offering. I mean, yes, but indirectly. Although it is true that a good degree may pale in comparison to a good portfolio if the degree holder isn’t as fabulous. But again, I really do want to go overseas and study. For the experience, for the exposure. I want to have that chance as well. And better yet, score a job there and stay there until who knows when. Haha. (:

I have been following Malaysian websites regarding the Apple iPhone’s release here. Rumors have it that it is coming in 2009. And I’m banking on that. Hmm, lets just see how patient I can go.

Back to the public buses tomorrow!

Early wrap up of 2008 (part 1) and other misc. stuff

It’s that time of year again. If you are keen on finding out what exactly am I talking about exactly, this actually signifies a few things.

First would be semester break. After roughing our way through short-semester-hell, I think us ToA lags really deserve a break, regardless. Even robots need to rest to recharge their batteries. 

Next would be the arrival of Christmas, which in a mind map I will draw a few more arrows out from the sub-topic. Victoria comes to Malaysia again, and we finally get to talk to each other, face to face. It’s a great (and hilarious) experience, what not I only get it once a year. Would you believe it that we actually bonded over a comment one of us made over Ulquiorra (Bleach) on my friend’s chatbox? Totally out of character for me, but hey, this shows that you can make friends anywhere. I also received a fabulous early gift from Julian yesterday. Fabulous because Xmas is a month away, and fabulous because I know what is inside the box! (: Anyway, thanks man. Are you like the Santa Claus amongst your friends?

The end of 2008. 2009 is just peeking over the horizon, which a boost of new things to come. But the main highlight for me are the movies. The great ones this year are all at the beginning to the middle of 2008. Lets hope that next year will be evenly spread out. But there’s this thing about trailers that I must say. Had it occurred to you that trailers actually rock the film? And sometimes they bore true to their word. Trailers are not just a tease to fill you in and max your anticipation and excitement for the movie but it also (in a way) gives you an insight into how good this movie may be and does it uphold your expectations. Book-to-film trailers always rock. Of course, it’s their obligation to do so. And then the movie sucked so bad, you would wonder what was the director thinking at all in the first place. Trailers lull you into a false sense of security. They make you feel like you are in this posh, suburban residential neighborhood with the freshly kept lawns and the bleached garden fences, etc. And then reality comes crashing in on you with the vulgarities of the truth. So if you wish to see a Harry Potter movie (not like anyone hasn’t yet) or perhaps the upcoming one next year, you may as well satisfy your inner fandom by watching the thrilling 2 minute full trailer and be done with it. You might even be more appeased with the trailer.

If you ask, how do I even know all this? It’s common sense. And experienced movie-goers will know. Not me, but I happen to know someone who is so seasoned, so weather-beaten that he is familiar with all the tricks of the trade. He even taught me some, but sadly I don’t think my brain held them all. He is the kind of person who know if a movie is good simply by looking at trailers (unlike me) and whose standard of “awesome” is way above ordinary bars set by ordinary people (like me). In fact, his standard is so incredibly high, 90% of the movies shown in theaters (yes I mean all the movies at the cinema) doesn’t meet his specs. In fact, he has reached the status of movie-reviewer although he doesn’t blog like yours truly. He is more content with narrating them face to face, so I suggested that he pick up video blogging. It suits him. 

And since the webmaster of Stephenie Meyer’s site confessed that the movie is not as good as the book… you know what I’m trying to say. 

I had to confront my personal demon today again. Not in a literal sense; you would wonder why am I still alive and well today if I did it again. That in my world, means having to rely on public transport to go to and fro to campus. Actually my personal vendetta against public transport doesn’t spread all the way to cabbies, trishaws, the works. It’s just one particular bus that annoys the life out of me, and I’m sure everyone else who takes it daily. It’s more of the driver actually. Already famous for making the headlines in the Metro section of theStar, this particular bus driver decides that he should make some more. Sometimes stuff go on Metro if people start complaining; this is just the reason. You know at the Asia Jaya LRT station, buses stop there to drop off passengers, take a break and then pick up more people and get on their way. This dude takes loooooooooooooooooooooong breaks. Just how slow do you eat? Surely not 1 hour or more? Are you powered by the slowest internet connection in existence? Or are you a robot so old that your battery power is reduced by 99.9%? Today was one of those really hot and unlucky days. I waited so long that my stomach was rumbling in protest, the sun was baking the road that I could almost see some kind of weird oasis, and my patience is running thin. Heck, it always runs thin when I’m waiting for this bus. When he finally drives the bus around the corner, I was ready to nuke the thing Jack Bauer style. I was prepared to pit James Bond, the ultimate human wrecking ball of all things valuable and expensive against his lousy, scrap metal bus and see what could he make of it. I was ready to set our awesome lecturer Mark Teh against him and let him do all the talking on behalf of everyone. I was totally ready to walk home. Except that I’d die of heatstroke. Now you know why I hate going home. Rephrase: going home by bus. That bus.

Aha, my perspective assignment is complete! I’m doing a crazy jig-in my mind that is. Upon looking at my classmates’ work today, I realized that I’ve been a complete nut. I shouldn’t have wasted so much time on sweating out over this homework, but then something in me replied that since I had free time at my disposal (this time), I might as well make the best out of it. And yes, the human in the background who is pulling back the curtains. There’s a long story to that. Because he didn’t look like that originally. I wanted to draw Victor, after all, I did take the room from Corpse Bride’s concept art. But a few minutes into his hair and gesture occurred to me that Victor is either going to look gay or not resemble Victor at all. What would you have done? I sprang into impromptu emergency correction mode. And simply drew him into another non human who happened to share the same coat and pants. Woopdeedoo. Sebastian is going to ask questions indeed. Even Timothy knows all about Sebastian now. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Consider it neutral. My persevering, do-it-all, know-it-all, able to put James Bond out of business, and eye-scorching husband who really does know that I like to read and likes Italian food. To top it off, we hate children together. I know, I should be feeling absolutely blessed. 

Norah: (Refers to my bedroom drawing) So which side do you sleep on?

Me: Bullshit! DX

Which is entirely true. After all, I’m having no desires to share my bed with anyone. My sister used to kick the neighboring person in her sleep. Jason and I discovered that during Chinese New Year-many years ago. But you can say that she kicked us into a state where we have gone cautious and more wary. Enough to make oaths that no one shall share our beds next time. And very mature as it sounds, but technically Sebastian can’t ever sleep with me. Bonus point!

So hot the day was that while walking home I simply couldn’t resist stopping by 7-11 to get myself a Slurpee. Only heaven knows why this name was bestowed upon this drink. But even if I see Starbucks, I would willingly dish out the cash to get my hands on the sacred drink-anything to make the heat evaporate, or at least dissipate a little. Back to Slurpee. I realized that the cups made for the Slurpee drink is gone, replaced by the Big Gulp cups. But that’s not the point. I spotted a pile of cups that were pretty minuscule if you compare it to the other cups. Turns out that it was some new “mini Slurpee” that costs RM1. Are you serious? The normal sized ones cost me RM1.50! So which do you think people will choose? Best part was that it was only “available in Malaysia”. Why of course. Only Malaysia is nutty enough to go for such hare-brained marketing ideas. And if you buy this, and if you are Malaysian, you really are nutty. Go buy the big Slurpee lah. 

I know the night is still early, but I feel worn. As if I’ve ran the marathon. So allow me to go and breeze around some more, peaceful stuff. No, I’m not with Sebastian.

Sitting still

Jason stayed over at our place on Saturday night. It was an offer I simply cannot refuse after not having a sleepover for so long! In fact, that felt like forever. 

We went up to bed at 1a.m. but then we didn’t sleep yet. Jason and I watched Black Butler with the lights off. I was already having the chills when we decided to talk out ghost-related stuff. You can imagine, we were discussing the Bermuda Triangle and stuff like the Loch Ness Monster. All but the ghost ships really freaked me out then.

Cindi and I finally get to watch Sweet Rain (Accuracy of Death). The movie definitely had a different feel to it, as well as the perspective its looking from. Not morbid, but not exactly exuberant either. I like the cute dog, although his participance in the movie is only minimal. Takeshi Kaneshiro’s character is really weird and boring at the same time. While with his subjects he can be oddly naive and silly, but in his reaper self he is all business. And he kills anything he touches. So he wears gloves. Like a mime. 

I have class later, and needless to say, I’m terribly lazy now since this is the last class of the semester. I wonder if we will ever get our flip books back.