Sunday, February 28, 2010

...

I was watching old episodes of Midsomer Murders (I love it) and came across an episode from Season 3 called "Judgment Day" and decided to watch it (cause I've never seen it)
Starts off as usual.. the same ol' old people cycling around a lovely countryside with lovely scenery.
There's some meeting going on with discussions of a perfect village competition of sorts.
And all of a sudden... wham! ORLANDO BLOOM.
I had to pause, rewind, play and pause to stare before realising that it WAS Orlando Bloom.
Orlando Bloom in the year 2000. Before the he spoke Sindarin/Quenya (Hell if I know) and before he crossed swords with a very hot Johnny Depp.
Wow. It was so random, I couldn't believe it.
He played a thief. A womanising thief. Who ended up hacked to death... with what, if my memory serves right, was a pitchfork.
Yes.
Gotta love 'em countrysides.
I didn't sit through it though. Gonna wait till I watch it with my Mum...

Makes me smile...

... all the time.

On a side note, age seems to have been kind to Heath's skin. Either that or its the miracle of botox.
I mean, have you seen his face lately? Hell, I liked him at 20.. and I still like him at 40!
SJ came over today to seek my assistance in her 'Hydra' making.
Hydra - the mythical beast with regenerating heads.
Hers has seven, as in the myth (Why she didn't pick a pre-Hercules Hydra, I'll never know)
Unfortunately, the heads ended up to heavy for the body so what she ended up with is a tipsy Hydra.
Lord help it if it can't stand straight. (She tried covering up by saying it was a post-Hercules Hydra.. so 'post' in fact, that it was ALREADY dead and therefore lies on its side. Good try)
Regardless, the biggest problem was the fact that it just wouldn't harden. Her 'modelling clay' ended up to be plasticine, despite the fact that the box said 'modelling clay' and for the love of all that is blue, wouldn't harden.
(Now, I know the next sentence might sound daft and I was aware that plasticine will never harden but we were desperate and tried all we could).
I suggested popping a blob of plasticine into the oven and see if baking will harden it.
We tore up some butter paper from my butter pad, lopped on the plasticine in a nice flat circle and popped it into the oven.
3 minutes later, we noticed it was shinier than ever and brought it out only to find... liquid plasticine.
It was quite disgusting in its most disgusting sense.
(And after leaving it on its own for abit, it hardened back into plasticine)
No wonder SJ had an allergic reaction to it. I never liked plasticine. Always hated the feeling it left on my hands. Ever since we were forced to make chillies with them in standard 1.
So we went out, bought some paper clay and returned to recover the wire structure.
Her Hydra's tail looks like a physical protrusion of the male-kind and I tried to cover up its vulgarity but regardless, it still cracked us up.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

The key is to keep breathing...

... when one is hyperventilating.

It is hard to keep breathing when the cause of hyperventilation is VIEWFINDER!

My sister came out of the room and said "STICKY~ Viewfinder is continuing in April or so!"
I go, "YAY!"


YAY!

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

When I first watched The Matrix... (A memoir)

... all the way back in those days when I was still excited about finally reaching the age of double digits.
(1999 and I was 11, I stopped being excited about a year after that)
So, when I first watched it...
I -
  1. didn't understand it
  2. didn't care about much else except what Lance Bass was gonna say next (no, really)
  3. did not think Keanu Reeves was all that great... or hot
  4. did not understand the concept of a computer realm

Now that I have grown into a the perfect example of person to watch it (what some people have jokingly I hope called a geek)...
I -

  1. understand a little more than I should
  2. don't care much about what Lance Bass is gonna say next cause he's already said/confessed the most important thing
  3. think Keanu Reeves is hot..
  4. want a computer realm where I can disappear to.

    (and oh, right)
  5. realised that Dragula plays after Neo follows the white rabbit.. bring it, bitch.

My, how we grow.

And now that I've watched Lord of the Rings as well... the man in the suit is Elrond.
And the elf in the robes is Agent Smith.

Was a little wired out today after a very hectic few MONTHS..
On the way home from school, I called SJ and asked if she wanted to meet me for a drink later.. she said "Okay". We met later and she got into the car and asked, "Where do you wanna go? What do you wanna drink?"
I said, "Preferably something alcoholic"
SJ: ...
Me: ...
SJ: Let's go to Starbucks.
Me: Alright.
I'm glad I have friends that will steer me clear off the road of alcoholism.. because I just very well may be headed that way.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

"We should do that"

I say - NO.
I already said I'm out of it.
Out means out, you can't expect me to leap back in the moment you say something like that.
Everytime you feel like it, you ask me to hop back on the bandwagon and everytime there's a slight stone that fumbles your wagon wheel, you abandon wagon.
It's not fun.
Not fun.
I love you but.. not fun.
... but yet, I find myself getting into it again.
I've played all my life.. I can't stop now.

Today's presentation was quite a bomb for most of us.
Basically, it was like having cue cards read to you after every 'Thank you'.
Cue cards that read - "It's not feasible" "It's not a prototype" "Not enough" "I cannot imagine" <- that's a winner right there, folks!
Now, a few of us have to resubmit or we'll chance a disaster WORSE THAN THAT OF ALIENS.
Ah, bulls in the crapper.
I'm so used to rejection.
I told my Dad "I like to think I'm just TOO genius for them XD"
It does help.
(I'm only kidding. I'm not such a prick)
I titled my manifesto. I gave it a title and I realised today that most of them just wrote "Design manifesto".
DAMN.
I named mine "Double Entendre" due to its "one thing two uses" meaning but then I realised it was also a sexual innuendo!
HO SHIT~
Realised too late that one, I did.

My Mum is awesome.
If there is an epic-er way of saying I Love You Mum, I would say it right here.
In fact, invent one and pretend I said it, 'kay?
She walked up behind me today, during the 5 minutes that I had to sit down before heading out in the damn rain to Japanese class.
She said, "Oh, look what I bought for you!"
And placed an insect repellent stick in front of me.
I went ":D YAY!"
She explained "For your late nights with the bugs"
My constant zapping, complaining, shrieking (whenever that damn beetle or lizard flies past.. yes, flying lizards) has not fallen on deaf years.

Liberace is like a divine manifestation in glitter.

Midsomer Murders Season 2 has finished.
HA!
Our Friday night indulgence.

15 days to the start of F1 season.
Personally, I want to see how Lotus fairs.. and of course ROSBERG!
Again, I'm the only one rooting for him.
Sister is rooting for Rosberg's teammate, Schumacher.
Whatever it is, we're now rooting for the same team.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Read this!

Was reading this here (the ones I like are in colour) I love love love Bruce Mau.. to no end and now I have a new reason to love the work.

Written in 1998, the Incomplete Manifesto is an articulation of statements exemplifying Bruce Mau’s beliefs, strategies and motivations. Collectively, they are how we approach every project.

1. Allow events to change you.
You have to be willing to grow. Growth is different from something that happens to you. You produce it. You live it. The prerequisites for growth: the openness to experience events and the willingness to be changed by them.

2. Forget about good.
Good is a known quantity. Good is what we all agree on. Growth is not necessarily good. Growth is an exploration of unlit recesses that may or may not yield to our research. As long as you stick to good you'll never have real growth.

3. Process is more important than outcome.
When the outcome drives the process we will only ever go to where we've already been. If process drives outcome we may not know where we’re going, but we will know we want to
be there.

4. Love your experiments (as you would an ugly child).
Joy is the engine of growth. Exploit the liberty in casting your work as beautiful experiments, iterations, attempts, trials, and errors. Take the long view and allow yourself the fun of failure every day.

5. Go deep.
The deeper you go the more likely you will discover something of value.

6. Capture accidents.
The wrong answer is the right answer in search of a different question. Collect wrong answers as part of the process. Ask different questions.

7. Study.
A studio is a place of study. Use the necessity of production as an excuse to study. Everyone will benefit.

8. Drift.
Allow yourself to wander aimlessly. Explore adjacencies. Lack judgment. Postpone criticism.

9. Begin anywhere.
John Cage tells us that not knowing where to begin is a common form of paralysis. His advice: begin anywhere.

10. Everyone is a leader.
Growth happens. Whenever it does, allow it to emerge. Learn to follow when it makes sense. Let anyone lead.

11. Harvest ideas.
Edit applications. Ideas need a dynamic, fluid, generous environment to sustain life. Applications, on the other hand, benefit from critical rigor. Produce a high ratio of ideas
to applications.

12. Keep moving.
The market and its operations have a tendency to reinforce success. Resist it. Allow failure and migration to be part of your practice.

13. Slow down.
Desynchronize from standard time frames and surprising opportunities may present themselves.

14. Don’t be cool.
Cool is conservative fear dressed in black. Free yourself from limits of this sort.

15. Ask stupid questions.
Growth is fueled by desire and innocence. Assess the answer, not the question. Imagine learning throughout your life at the rate of an infant.

16. Collaborate.
The space between people working together is filled with conflict, friction, strife, exhilaration, delight, and vast creative potential.

17. ____________________.
Intentionally left blank. Allow space for the ideas you haven’t had yet, and for the ideas
of others.

18. Stay up late.
Strange things happen when you’ve gone too far, been up too long, worked too hard, and you're separated from the rest of the world.


19. Work the metaphor.
Every object has the capacity to stand for something other than what is apparent. Work on what it stands for.

20. Be careful to take risks.
Time is genetic. Today is the child of yesterday and the parent of tomorrow. The work you produce today will create your future.

21. Repeat yourself.
If you like it, do it again. If you don’t like it, do it again.


22. Make your own tools.
Hybridize your tools in order to build unique things. Even simple tools that are your own can yield entirely new avenues of exploration. Remember, tools amplify our capacities, so even a small tool can make a big difference.

23. Stand on someone’s shoulders.
You can travel farther carried on the accomplishments of those who came before you. And the view is so much better.

24. Avoid software.
The problem with software is that everyone has it.

25. Don’t clean your desk.
You might find something in the morning that you can’t see tonight.

26. Don’t enter awards competitions.
Just don’t. It’s not good for you.


27. Read only left-hand pages.
Marshall McLuhan did this. By decreasing the amount of information, we leave room for what he called our "noodle."


28. Make new words.
Expand the lexicon. The new conditions demand a new way of thinking. The thinking demands new forms of expression. The expression generates new conditions.

29. Think with your mind.
Forget technology. Creativity is not device-dependent.

30. Organization = Liberty.
Real innovation in design, or any other field, happens in context. That context is usually some form of cooperatively managed enterprise. Frank Gehry, for instance, is only able to realize Bilbao because his studio can deliver it on budget. The myth of a split between "creatives" and "suits" is what Leonard Cohen calls a 'charming artifact of the past.'

31. Don’t borrow money.
Once again, Frank Gehry’s advice. By maintaining financial control, we maintain creative control. It’s not exactly rocket science, but it’s surprising how hard it is to maintain this discipline, and how many have failed.

32. Listen carefully.
Every collaborator who enters our orbit brings with him or her a world more strange and complex than any we could ever hope to imagine. By listening to the details and the subtlety of their needs, desires, or ambitions, we fold their world onto our own. Neither party will ever be the same.

33. Take field trips.
The bandwidth of the world is greater than that of your TV set, or the Internet, or even a totally immersive, interactive, dynamically rendered, object-oriented, real-time, computer graphic–simulated environment.

34. Make mistakes faster.
This isn’t my idea – I borrowed it. I think it belongs to Andy Grove.

35. Imitate.
Don’t be shy about it. Try to get as close as you can. You'll never get all the way, and the separation might be truly remarkable. We have only to look to Richard Hamilton and his version of Marcel Duchamp’s large glass to see how rich, discredited, and underused imitation is as a technique.

36. Scat.
When you forget the words, do what Ella did: make up something else ... but not words.

37. Break it, stretch it, bend it, crush it, crack it, fold it.

38. Explore the other edge.
Great liberty exists when we avoid trying to run with the technological pack. We can’t find the leading edge because it’s trampled underfoot. Try using old-tech equipment made obsolete by an economic cycle but still rich with potential.

39. Coffee breaks, cab rides, green rooms.
Real growth often happens outside of where we intend it to, in the interstitial spaces – what Dr. Seuss calls "the waiting place." Hans Ulrich Obrist once organized a science and art conference with all of the infrastructure of a conference – the parties, chats, lunches, airport arrivals – but with no actual conference. Apparently it was hugely successful and spawned many ongoing collaborations.

40. Avoid fields.
Jump fences. Disciplinary boundaries and regulatory regimes are attempts to control the wilding of creative life. They are often understandable efforts to order what are manifold, complex, evolutionary processes. Our job is to jump the fences and cross the fields.

41. Laugh.
People visiting the studio often comment on how much we laugh. Since I've become aware of this, I use it as a barometer of how comfortably we are expressing ourselves.

42. Remember.
Growth is only possible as a product of history. Without memory, innovation is merely novelty. History gives growth a direction. But a memory is never perfect. Every memory is a degraded or composite image of a previous moment or event. That’s what makes us aware of its quality as a past and not a present. It means that every memory is new, a partial construct different from its source, and, as such, a potential for growth itself.

43. Power to the people.
Play can only happen when people feel they have control over their lives. We can't be free agents if we’re not free.

I may have just found myself 43 new mottos life.

My eyes are like a venus fly trap and air is like a fly... *snap snap*

So I resubmitted my work.
I tried my best but yet, I have a feeling I am going to fail.
I know people say be positive but I have been setback so far.. I can't even if I wanted to.

Now I have to write a manifesto.
I googled "How to write a manifesto" and there were over 1,750,000 hits.
Now, in my opinion, writing a manifesto is a very brave thing to do.
Yes.. people have written about communism, equality, war.. etc.. everything.. even futurism (though if you ask me, the Futurist manifesto sets people back instead of sending them flying into infinity and beyond)..
But, my prototype is FURNITURE.
Read after my typed word, FUR-NEE-CHUR.
Who, in their sane mind, writes a manifesto on furniture?
I've never encountered someone writing a manifesto on furniture.. or maybe my megalomania is just coming into play again. A manifestation of my world domination plans views seem logical enough but my views and intentions when creating a chair?
Let's just say, I'm going to die.
And I'm sorry but I can't help but think of MEPHISTO when someone says 'manifesto'.. mephistopheles, mephostopheles, mephisto - same same.

Ivan just yelled out "NAP"
Yes, he yells
So I'm gonna say,
NAP!

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Yesterday night, it dawned upon me that Michelle is leaving on Sunday.
So, today, despite the quick sand that is my ass-ignments, I met her for a quick drink.
We never got around to partying this time but we promised the next time she comes back (end of the year), we will do what we planned to do then.

I am so sleepy.
I can barely keep my eyes open.
Took a 20 minute nap just now.

While taking a break from work, I tried re-arranging my bookshelf.
It's not working out. I need to clean out another unused shelf to store my books. There's too many.
I literally went "Bah!" and continued my work.

When doing 3D... windows are a bitch.

Re-watched the entire second season of Ugly Betty in a day and a night (no sleep while doing work).. Oh, hilarity.

Ever been so stressed that you feel like throwing up?

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Was watching the Uroboros DVD..
Nearly died of blood loss (through the nose) at the short clip of Toshiya playing the bass with his hair tied up while facing the wall.
Seriously.

Forgot to mention... CD stores here are selling bootlegged DVDs of X Japan's concert in Hong Kong.. for both days. One DVD per day.
16th and the 17th of January.
(SJ and I were suckered)...
And we kept lamenting on how CLOSE we came to finally seeing them live.
Yes, we're still bitter over Bangkok.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

I cheered up today

Because SJ and I went splurging on books again.
And that always cheers me up.
Kinokuniya is having this amazing line-up of gothic novels as their choice books.
We didn't know where to stop.
Then, we went to Amcorp Mall and visited the cheap bookstore and spent quite some time there.

The other thing is, I realised that no matter what happens tomorrow or in the near or distant future, I will see them all end of this year. No matter what.

I was teaching SJ how to download and work the emulators.
So I was saying "I haven't figured out how to work the PS2 emulator completely. I'm only halfway done" (To people wondering what's taking me so long, my computer is quite screwed up in a unique sense)
She said "You're such a geek"
It's not just my siblings.

I always forget to mention my weekly games with my guitar teacher's 7 year old boy.
As much as he has kicked me in the shins/hit me with his plastic toys/locked me out of the house/shoots at me with finger guns/etc... he is quite something.
The other day, he refused to let me in because I was an 'enemy'.
I asked him, "Which side are you on?" <- just to confuse him
He was a little dumbfounded and then he decided to compromise.
He said "Fine. I'll let you in if you tell me the password"
I replied, "Any chance of getting a hint?"
He said "It starts with S"
I said "Open Sesame!" (I know. It does not start with S but I knew what I was doing because it is ALWAYS 'Open sesame")
He squinted at me and then said "I'm still NOT letting you in!"
I said "Your mummy is waiting for me. You don't want your mummy to get angry, right?"
He said "No"
So I said "Let me in now and tomorrow, you can lock me out"
He said "OKAY!" and let me in.
He didn't realise that I didn't have class the next day.
And believe me, this ALWAYS happens.
I used to be Mr. CheChe.. and then I was T-Rex at one point and on other days, I'm just 'an enemy'.
At one point, the password started with a "T".. I knew it was Transformers so I said so.
He said "How'd you know?"
I said "Cause I am smart!"
He said "I'm still not letting you in!"
I said "If you can spell Transformers, I will go away"
He couldn't. Ha!
The only time he has ever been in awe at me was when I helped him fix his computer problems.
He was so upset because no matter how much he pressed the button it won't come on.
So I bent over the CPU and switched on the main switch and pressed the button.
He was so amazed so I told him that I have magic. He was much younger and really believed me. My Lord!

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

For the first time...

... I don't even know where to start.

Initially, I figured I'd be coming home to this computer with many wonderful/happy things to blog about.
But like The Christmas of 1997 (a particularly bitter memory) and every other festival in the 90's and early 00's... I find myself in a position of not wanting to talk about anything.
It's like when one of those unseen, invincible blackholes sneak up on a galaxy and randomly decides to consume said galaxy.. you didn't see it coming but it did and all of a sudden everything just gets sucked up (no, not spaghettified) and turns into blackness.
I wish we had the chance to get spaghettified.

Now, I'm trying to cheer myself (and Ivan) up by delving deeper into what everybody calls my 'geeky things'.
Fixing floor plans for resubmission, Cthulhu and rewatching Lord of the Rings.

SJ said that she's taking scupting as a minor subject for this year.
What sculpting has to do with interior design, I might never know but she now has to sculpt something and asked for my help.
I'm gonna suggest Cthulhu.
But that tentacled head is gonna be a pain in the rear.
I was about to suggest it so I said "You know what'd be cool...." and she cut in and said "It'll be cool if I had time".
True.

Despite the blackness that I am now in.. there are some fun parts.
Seeing the newest addition to the family, Olivia, who's my niece was one good thing.
She's so adorable.. I took videos.
The other thing was walking out of my room to find my uncle standing by the window holding a box of chocolates staring out. I asked "What's going on?" and he replied "Fireworks" so I stood and watched with him.
The only other thing he said was "They burn so fast" and then as I had to go out for supper I said "Okay, gotta go, see ya!" and he went "Here" and thrust the box of chocolates into my hand.
On the way home, I realised that due to the rush prior to coming home, I forgot the box of chocolates.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Happy New Year...

... all over again :D

It's 1:55AM and I'm leaving for Ipoh tomorrow.
I've packed... well, not really.
I may have to endure 2 hours of my brother driving tomorrow.
I'm gonna plug my ears and close my eyes.

HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR ALL

Saturday, February 13, 2010

The one we've all been 'waiting' for...

Altogether now..........

EW



There're some pretty ugly looking cars out there but oh well.
Still waiting for the season to start!

Friday, February 12, 2010

My 1600th post was a depressing one

So, we'll make the 1601st post a less depressing one.

Now that that is out of my system...

Again.. I love Ayumi Kasai.
(Cookies for anybody who figure out what's going on in the picture)
(It's quite vague)

Again.. there's a damn mutant fly flying around my head.
I think this is the same on as the other day.. so it didn't die in my hair at all.

Speaking of hair.. I cut my hair.
It is considerably shorter.
I refuse to go any shorter.

I also refuse to face the realities of life

I prefer the Zetsuai/Bronze manga to the OVAs.
Yesss... :D

... and I'm caught in it

In the recent months, I've felt like I'm in a loop that sometimes, does not even make the full circle and I'm caught in it with no exit doors in sight.
Try as I might, as hard as I can.. I just can't seem to shake it off.
It is frustrating and I'm trying VERY hard to just seem normal and not scream or throw a fit.
I wish I was the type to be open about my emotions.
I wish I could just tell a fish how I feel.
I wish I could even tell Ivan.
But I can't.
Someone once said that it's a good thing that no matter how stressed or sad I am, I don't show it.
I don't think so. It's not a good thing. It's a good thing for people around me because I don't burden them with my problems but it's not good for me at all.
Honestly, if I had nothing to live for, you would've found me hanging by a noose.
And this is not something I'm just saying for fun.

If only I could see a silver lining or even a light at the end of this tunnel.

I need to release the dam but there are people around.

I've run out of happy for the day.

A pretty depressing night.. depending on what your definition of depressing is

A suicide and assignments pretty much add up to it.

Earlier, Nut tweeted me asking me if I know anything about Alexander McQueen dying.
I go "OHSHIT! HOAX!"
No. Not a hoax. Not at all.
News say he commited suicide. At the age of 40. Isn't it fashion week? He's supposed to be showing, not dying.
The sadness has yet to settle in. Now, it's really just shock. Pure shock.
What is with this year? Why're people mass-dying this year?
If I was any sort of paranoid evolved-primate, I'd swear the end of the world is near.

Then, I have my meeting with Ms. Huwi tomorrow before the holidays and I'm trying to complete the interior planning. I haven't yet fitted it into the floors yet.
That is depressing shit.

To top it all of, I got the sudden urge to re-watch Zetsuai and Bronze.
Do it with me now, all -> D:
Yes, the tears are threatening to work overtime.
Sometimes, I wish they'd go on strike.

The only thing left to cheer my night up is my perverted self staring at any picture of Toshiya.

Tomorrow, I made an appointment to FINALLY cut my damn hair.
Any longer and I'll look like the banshee incarnate.
I wonder what I'll do with it though.
It's not stressful... my work is!
D:

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Just for fun

Well, since I was going on about castles before.. I felt like posting a couple of my other favourites..
As you can see, stone is a pretty consistant material.
The first two, I'm not sure what they're called but I think this is Warwick Castle.
I know this picture (below) is of Warwick Castle, I'm just not sure if the one above is the same castle. I'm pretty sure there is some water to the side of the castle.
I think of the money I will spend on cleaning materials. One day's worth of work will tire any industrial mop.
And this appear to be some castle in Dublin?
Anybody know what this is?
It looks like there is a medieval helipad XD
(Yes, I know what that is)
Burg Eltz... :D
Believe it or not, there are people using/living in (not sure) a third of this castle while the rest is open to public.
And the family(ies) that own it now, are heirs of the family who owned it 33 generations ago. (I think it's a shared thing between three different branches of the family and one family lives in it.. I'm confused)
Wow, talk about consistancy.
Is there air-conditioning?

I want these pistols. No, I'm not kidding.
They're so fancy.
Almost makes me want to put on a hat, a cape, carry silver bullets and go around the snowy mountains of Romania... (if there are snowy mountains in Romania)

Another long-ass (wee) early morning obsessive rant.

If you have read more than a day's post on this blog, you will immediately recognise the name of the man I'm gonna be blogging about...

SEPHIROTH

Yes, Rye-chan. It's HIM again.

And he is hot.

I was looking at all the Final Fantasy pictures I have collected over.. how many years?
There are alot.
And I noticed how Sephiroth has changed, appearance-wise, since the initial sketch

Vampire Hunter D sans hat, anybody? Regardless, that's an ass, right there. Yup.
Then they turned the black and white into the polygonish character.
THANK GOD, I have the non-polygon picture.
Those polygon hands kill me. Sometimes. However, he was a hot polygon.
And then.. so many years after playing the game, they announced they will be making a MOVIE.. :D and it'll be the sequel.
Weeks of speculation -
"Who's the wheelchair guy?"
"Who's that silver haired guy? Is it SEPHIROTHOHMYGODYAY!"
"NO the wheelchair guy could be SEPHIROTHYAYHE'SALIVE"
"There will be no Sephiroth, he DIED remember?! Idiots"
"There are THREE SILVER HAIRED MEN :O WHAT THE *censored by filters*"
"ETC ETC"
-and nobody could guess what was going on in the teasers.. despite the fact that there were so many teasers/trailers/whatever it was.
The movie was finally released and all that was said about Sephiroth post-release was-
"OH MY GOD"
"OMG"
"HOLYSHIT"
"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS"

I do remember sitting in front of the computer with my sisters and brother and the moment Cloud smashed into Kadaj (clashed swords, rather) and Sephiroth and sword appeared, he said "Hisashiburi da ne, Cloud" (Yes, Rye-chan.. those are verbal pornography for me) I flung my arms into the air, did a little victory dance, screamed a little, squealed, squeaked and then I replayed the scene, and repeated the actions.
By the time I asked to replay the scene for the 6th time (or so), they were already trying to push me away.
5 minutes after the movie ended.. I came here to post my joy.. and I particularly recall saying "JUST WATCHED FINAL FANTASY 7 ADVENT CHILDREN I CAN DIE HAPPY NOW". Now I will explain, I could've died happily because SquareEnix made an already perfect character even MORE perfect.
Sephiroth in FF7AC is perfection personified.
And since I have an arms fetish (don't ask, seriously, don't ask).. I always imagine his arms under that black cape....
If I was in a manga, I'd put the back of my hand to my forehead delicately, the other hand to my chest, close my eyes, lean back a little to the side and say "Aah~♥" at the thought of those arms.
*sentence deleted due to extreme perversion*
I forgot.. I was supposed to start being a little less vulgar.

There isn't enough words in the English language to describe/define the genius that IS Queen.
My all-time favourite lyrics/part of a song/excerpt from a song comes from Bohemian Rhapsody.
No, not the famous "Mama" part.. but the epicness that is the middle.

I see a little silhouett(o) of a man
Scaramouch, Scaramouch, will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me
(Galileo) Galileo (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo Figaro
Magnifico-o-o-o-o
I'm just a poor boy nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity

Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go
Let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go
Let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go
Let me go (Will not let you go)
Let me go (Will not let you go) (Never, never, never, never)
Let me go, o, o, o, o
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Oh mama mia, mama mia) Mama Mia, let me go
Beelzebub has the devil put aside for me, for me, for me!


First time I heard this part I was so amazed by it.
3:05 - 4:05

But of course, surely, everybody knows this song :D
I burst into song everytime I hear the "thunderbolt and lightning" part. It is fun!

Tuesday, February 09, 2010


Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
So cute.. I want to shoot myself!

Went out with Masayo-chan today.
What was supposed to be a 2PM meet-time became 3PM.
Because I couldn't wake up.
We went to KLCC. Sat in Dome and came home.
Seriously. I don't know why.

The other day, I was telling SJ about Masayo and I and certain things and she said the most traumatising thing... "You sound like a mother".
*think of The Scream"
Then today.. I realised.. I do sound like one.
"Pants up"
"Shhhh"
"Watch where you're walking"
"What do you mean you don't dare call them? You've worked your hours.. you are entitled to your money.. here's what you say..."
Etc. Etc.
I feel aged.

Just now, my hand felt slightly itchy so I sketched. I initially told myself.. or my other me..
"I will sketch a fat rat on its back"
And then, it became..
"I will sketch a fat rabbit on its back"
And I sketched away only to find that my bloody bunny looks like Ivan.
So I said "It bloody hell looks like Ivan".
Ivan got mad and is still mad at me.
He looks angry.

Rewatched Antique Bakery (I discovered that it's just called Antique).
Damn. Fish and birds! Jean-Baptiste is hot (forgive the name).
HE IS HOT. And him grabbing ass is strangely hot as well.
No matter how hard I try.. Korean sounds like one long, big word to me. Punctuation is like.. non-existant within a sentence.
Wakaranai wakaranai.

At the risk of sounding like a bloody alcoholic (which I may become if I don't watch it)
I NEED A DRINK!

Sunday, February 07, 2010

Thought I'd write about this because...

... I just told my Mum over dinner that my dream house is either a studio apartment (or a loft.. :D) or a really large-scale medieval stone castle. [No, I don't suffer from an acute case of megalomania since I'd very well settle for a small studio apartment.. but world conquering is a different question altogether XD]
No, none of that Versailles pomp and splendour.
Okay, I made an exception for Neuschwanstein Castle.. because you know how much I talk about that damn castle.. and I do believe there is some pomp involved in that castle and okay, so it's not medieval. And not stone. But I like stone too.. like Blarney, for a famous example.
Heck, considering it was a result of a King Ludwig II crazy.. I like it.
Perhaps I like this king a little too much. There is so much to like. The craziness. The fact that he may have had a thing for Wagner (or so I've been told.. but who doesn't have a thing for Wagner? I do.). The fact that my head is made up of crazy imaginations as well and if given the power.. will probably end up like him.
Also the fact that I may have fallen in love just reading about him.
When I first laid eyes on that castle.. I sat here for a good few minutes just gazing at it.
(Good photography is also good motivation)


(This is like what.. the fifth picture of the castle that I've put up? Or the second?)
And anyway, what's wrong with wanting to live in a castle?
My Mum was all "What in the world are you talking about?" and looked as if she was seriously contemplating the sanity of my being.
Yes, I'm sane.
Have you seen those medieval castles in the UK.. the ones that looked like some mountain creatively threw up some rock (or perhaps they just fell victim to years of neglect)? Or the ones that looked like a flying dinosaur crash landed and took out the top half?
Lemme live in it and I'll keep 'em in shape.
Restoration.
Conservation.
Preservation.
World Domination
If I do get to go visit my dream house one day.. they might need a team of armed personnel to get me out or they may stop me at the door because participating in a day tour with my suitcases in tow might just raise suspicion.

Maybe this is why I am able to stay home all day and do nothing.
My mind just dreams up all these random things to keep me entertained.
In just one week.. my parents has not failed to ask me every single day whether everything was alright up there or whether I was feeling fine.
It wouldn't be wrong if I were to say that in every way, I live in my head.
Typical peculiar behaviour : Talking to myself.
I don't mean when I'm talking to Ivan either.
I have experienced sitting doing nothing and having an entire one-sided conversation.
It entertains me and so I entertain the peculiar workings of my mind.
You have no idea.. it's getting harder trying to keep these peculiarities in check whenever I'm out. It's getting harder trying to keep my brain in check at home too.. as I get this feeling a couple of people are getting on my case D:
I like it though.. :D As a kid, people go 'Aww. She has a good imagination!'. As an adult, people go 'Shit. She's gone mad. What have we done wrong?'. XD

Oh, the long, large, stretched.. whatever black thing that attacked me in the rabbit forest of my dream..
Remember him/her/it/that thing?
It's a dragon-like creature! With purple eyes and an orange pupil.. skin smooth like a scaled fish (dark gray/black and kinda metallicky).. and walks on two legs.. I think I saw folded wings but the weird part is it's head cause it seemed almost human.
Seemed friendlier today than before too.
I saw it before waking up today. Somehow, my dream-me just knew it was the same thing so I'm gonna believe that me.
I woke up and went "Oh" now I'm wondering if it's the protector of the forest or some crap like that. :D
I can't wait to sleep tonight. Hopefully, I see the follow up!

I was playing the Super Mario Bros. theme on the piano today and made people laugh.
Now, I wonder.. were they laughing at my playing, me in general or the song?
Then I played a couple of Castlevania tunes. Damn. Those were harder to sight read.

Just now in the kitchen my sister said "You know how people always say God is forgiving and all that?"
And I brilliantly say "But he isn-IS"
Little did I realise.. my grandma was standing around. Oops. My Mum looked at me and gave me the "LOOK before talking'-look.
Truth be told, I'm a little apprehensive about the 'forgiving' part after re-reading the old testament.

I love Ayami Kojima

Not just because she is involved in one of my favourite game series of all times...
But because she is one heck of an awesome life form.
(Since I'm re-playing all the titles in the series, I thought I'd do a little post-y for one of my favourite artist)

She uses molding paste on her canvases to create the 3 dimensional look.
Damn, she's good. And Simon Belmont with his barely-there-clothing-loincloth-looking thing = *nosebleed*
No, the above ain't Simon Belmont. Google Castlevania and you will come across a red haired hot caveman looking one.. that's him :D
And the blonde one.. Leon Belmont.
And Juste Belmont... (read below for more obsessive rantings)
The most awesome part is, since I've already pretty much reduced the great game to pixelated sex (and in the days of generation 1 GameBoy... 8-bit sex)... they wield a whip.. :D
Look! WHIP!
When I first played Castlevania on the GameBoy all those years ago.. I often pondered at how awesome straight the whip was when you thwart monsters with it and how it so quickly drops back to the floor like a wet mop. Now, my brain sees it as a dirty metaphor unintentionally. Oh, dear.. how I've aged.
(I do believe the version I played was Richter Belmont.. but with graphics back then, it could've been anyone of 'em).. the only thing not so perfect with Symphony of the Night is that it's Alucard.. so there's no damn whip. It's like playing Aria and Dawn of Sorrow... damn them swords and axes. Gimme the Belmont whip. No, gimme Alucard with the whip... *dies*
I did not put this picture here just because it's Juste Belmont who is my favourite Belmont ... the art was very pretty. Look at those flowers.. I hate flowers but on my deathbed, I'll allow it if they look so pretty.
I cannot get through playing Symphony of the Night.
Why?
I stop and stare at Alucard too much. Where can I get boots like that?
And it gets you into a bit of a tight spot with the monsters because you're supposed to be controlling him.
If all guys look like that I'd be a happy girl all wars will end.
Yes, I may be immune to physical, live, breathing and kicking male-types but I get all gooey for pigmented ones.

Saturday, February 06, 2010

Castlevania soundtrack FTW!

This is from Symphony of the Night..
The one where you control Alucard (The flippin' hot one... that comes back as Genya Arikado in Dawn and Aria)

I absolutely LOVE THIS SONG. Repeat after me... LOVE THIS S.O.N.G
Trust me when I say that playing the game makes me NOT notice all the beautiful music composed by Michiru Yamane because I'm so caught up in the game and the intricate castle.
But... now that I'm listening to the soundtrack on its own.. it's VERY good.

Seriously, I strongly suggest listening to Lost Painting (the one above), Prayer, Nocturne, Moonlight Nocturne, Metamorphosis (1-3), Dracula's Castle (which is like a remixed version of the original Castlevania soundtrack), Final Toccata, Requiem for the Gods, Enchanted Banquet and Dance of Pales.
My favourite tracks from the game.
:D

I placed my 'nerd' aside while doing model after model but now that I'm free-er than before.. it is coming back full force.
Games, here I come! XD

Friday, February 05, 2010

Oh my gorgeous Gackt~!
The French guy in Antique Bakery is so HOT.
HOT! ATSUI! PANAS! *in Chinese*
Total scorcher, that guy!
The moment he walked into the scene... it was a nosebleed to end ALL nosebleeds...
Then..... the French guy in UNDERWEAR... *bleeds more*
Oh Gackt!
I've lost so much blood.
(How do you say "I'd do that" in French? Help, Nut?)
It ain't hard to spot the French one. Not so hot here but wait till you see him in action.. and in underwear. *dies from nosebleeds*.. by the way, he shags up the guy in the white jacket. Yes!

I realised that I forgot an old Nut-joke that I created a while back.
You know how I always get these random set-up jobs from Nut?
To me, they're called 'Nut-jobs'.
Not that they are but they're jobs from NUT.

The other day, in Japanese class, my sensei looks at me and asks if I know a guy called 'Sakae Ng' who was his student back when he was teaching at the DU branch...
Lyd: Sakae?? I don't know.. Chinese name?
Then my sensei tries really hard to remember but only manages to spell the word 'Yuan'.
I go 'HUH?'
He said he saw us in a picture together.. and that this 'Sakae Ng' goes to the same college as me.
THEN, he mentioned the design festival.. and I remembered that the only guy I saw at the festival that I wouldn't know any other name besides his Chinese name was Yuan Hooi (is that how it's spelled?)
And I go 'Aaaaaaaaaaah!.......... :S SAKAE DESU KA?'
Which, somehow, my classmates found funny.. I don't know about you but I was majorly surprised.
Because, I didn't even know his surname was Ng. :S
Zenzen shiranakattayo~
I can just DIE looking at that. In Malay, we say 'geramnya!'...*squeeeeeeeze*
Happy hamster!
It didn't take the Koreans long to make Antique Bakery into a movie.
*cheers!*
Favorite quote from the trailer - "The guy is a gay with demonic charm"
HA HA HA HA.
And "He's a homo that's worth fighting over!!"
I think I'll like this...

Also downloading Ai no Kotodama cause I liked the manga. :D
And the guys in the movie is HOT as well. (What about that French guy, eh?? Probably as yummy as the cakes!)
Now, someone should make Ikoku Irokoi Romantan into a live-action!!!!

Wednesday, February 03, 2010

Taken from It Made My Day

The first question on my Chemistry midterm was worded as such:

"A base is not like an acid because a base _____"

A. Has a pH above 7
B. Has a pH of 7
C. Has a pH below 7
D. Are all belong to us

IMMD


I would've chosen D...
In all honesty.

Tuesday, February 02, 2010

I miss...

... the days of Friendster. (sarcasm overload, mind you)
When your e-mail address is for the world to discover and random people add you on MSN.
To which, if you are kind enough, you accept and start a-talking.
Afterwhich they pop the ultimate question and quite frankly, the main point of adding... - "will u drop me a testis on frenster??!!".
...
I don't have nether regions bulbous enough to drop balls on your virtual prostitution~
And what about those that are less whore-ish and compromise with a simple bartering system. I write you one, you write me one.. we both whore ourselves out! XD

In other sides of my brain...
Today was tutorial for prototype.
Quite frankly, I had a system going that I did not see anywhere else.
I was inspired by furniture by established designers.
I had it all figured out.
I explained myself with eloquence rivaled only by Shakespeare (I jest) and YET.. the ultimate feedback was - "I cannot imagine"... that's like asking a worm to imagine its dinner.. and I think it can do that!
Watch my tears flow <- *deadpan*
Second! - The form is too simple.. I want more.
Someone needs to re-drill the sentence "LESS IS MORE" into everybody.
My motto is? More is a whore. (More 'testis', for example)

You know you've hit ultimate (in)sanity when you spend hours watching Pingu on YouTube.
And it pisses you off. (Pingu... not the watching)

Watched the Grammy Awards last night.
I'll confess, the only reason why I watched it was because Bon Jovi was gonna perform and even that, I felt the performance for Livin' On A Prayer was a not as good as I wanted it to be but I know why it wasn't good for me and one of the reasons was because there was that girl.
And then we had a little blonde girl who I felt was just struggling to hit some notes and was quite honestly painful to watch.
Winning all that awards and yet, sang a little off key?
Apparently, all it takes these days is to be cute, young, write your own songs and act like 'nobody likes me oh my gosh I can't believe I won this' at every award ceremony.
Halfway through, and I'm not over-dramatising anything here, the family literally got up and just walked away from the TV screen.
It was mediocre.. at best.
Next year they should get Dita Von Teese to do her powder puff routine. That would be even more entertaining albeit irrelevant.
You know, I'm not one for live-action BL movies because I always get this feeling like everything gets cut short halfway through (you know what I'm talking about).. and if you know me well, you know I hate things half-assed.. or half-baked for the decent words-liking people.
But, I kept reading all these awesome reviews for a Thai movie.. by people like me (those who actually do like some man on man action.. it ain't bad)
I watched a little... for example, the intense parts (intense sexually AND emotionally) and oh holy shit.. am I interested/fascinated/curious.
What's best is you aren't even tricked into expecting a really emotional ride with the movie because the trailer is set to a violin version of A Time For Us.
... and all these intense scenes are being dropped on your eyes like A-Bombs during WWII.
'Cept this time, the effect on my emotional stability is more like N-Bombs.. as SJ's Dad will put it 'a bomb and two splashes' (that's a little long to explain).
Only thing is.. the Thai language always manages to throw me off any scene.
I'm not being an idiot but I am not used to it.. so whenever it's a really intense scene and someone starts speaking Thai.. I do a little "WHOA" before I settle down again.

[The make-out session-ass-grabing action on the water roof thing.. was enough to induce a massive nose-bleed of epic proportions on this side of the screen.. I react a little strangely for a girl]

And I think the tongue-action is the most realistic I've seen from an Asian movie.. hetero or homo. Ever so often I tune in to a.. ANY.. show with a hint of romance and cringe at the kiss-action because dude, someone needs to lift the censors on kissing.
But these guys are going at it!
*three cheers!!*

The gist of the story without giving EVERYTHING away is... Dude A is assigned to kill Dude B. They fall in love. Hot scenes ensue. Enjoy!

Oh and by the way, it's called Bangkok Love Story.
Warning... ends in death... and I'm not talking about me either.