Thursday, October 29, 2009

Hark, a Vagrant!

Some unknown person posted this up on the bulletin board outside the room where my classes are held, and I think it's genius. (click on the image to see the larger version)


Honestly, man. Witty history comics are made of pure epic win. I'm addicted to this stuff. I think if I had as much creative juice in me as this artist, I'd probably be doing the same thing, too!

Here's another one with the adorable Bronte sisters. Check out the book they're reading!


There's one about Mary Shelley, her hubby and the dashing Lord Byron, but it's a bit inappropriate for my blog... Check it out here (search for Shelley in the long list)! Byron, oh Byron. He reminds me of Chuck Bass for some reason...


These next two are just a few of my favourites...


If I met this artist, we'd probably end up being best friends or something. Or I'd probably hate her for drawing things I wish I could've come up with first...




And last but not least:

Word.




Lots of love,

from Me.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

From last February.


ink, watercolour, pencil crayons.

Saturday, October 03, 2009

The Oracle Knows Everything, Y'all.

WARNING: This post has elements of embarassing fangirliness. BUT it also contains an important message for people who don't know how to read music. Like me. We are the musically illiterate.

I was watching last week's episode of The South Bank Show, which was specifically about Coldplay (watch it, if you're even remotely interested in them. Or if you don't give a crap about the band, watch it for the handsomeness that takes the shape of Guy Berryman).

There was one bit in the show where Chris describes how he wrote their hypnotically addictive Clocks, and he mentions how he was just randomly playing with different notes, and that he can't read music.

Wait, what? Chris Martin, the pianist for a band who are famous for their piano-driven rock, can't read music?

Of course I was gutted.

Here I was all year, racking my brains out trying to understand how the hell to read music, because ever since I was a skinny little kid in primary school, it was my sole ambition to be Elton John. So anyway, these past few months ever since I bought Juno, my keyboard, I've been borrowing books on how to read music. Ashli gave me a few books he used when he was like, what, ten? Yeah, I've been reading books for ten year olds. But despite the long hours everyday trying to memorize where the notes on the pages fall on the keyboard, I still did not get it.

I finally decided to just give up, and just settle with knowing how to play by ear even if it meant never being able to play really really really well like Chopin. And Elton John.

So when I heard Chris tell the world he couldn't read music, my heart skipped a beat, and all my hope was restored. Just to make sure he wasn't BS-ing like he usually does, I decided to pay The Oracle a visit.

Ten minutes after I posted a question for her, she answers me (and that's amazing since some people wait for months to get their questions answered, and some people never get a reply.)

Yay! My name! On their official site!
(Thank you, Rudy, for smsing me and alerting me about this)
Click here if you can't read this

That's just some of the amazing Coldplay karma I've been receiving all week. Let's list them out.

1) I finally got to see The South Bank Show.
2) Chris Martin restored my hope and has taught me that while I suck at reading notes, I do have the chance to be just as great a player as he is. [/cheesiness].
3) The Oracle answered me.

But let's not forget the most amazing Coldplay-related thing that happened to me this week. Min, a friend from Singapore who has an immense amount of Coldplay Karma herself (she's met the band who knows how many times already?), sent a copy of LeftRightLeftRightLeft (Coldplay's live album only given out at their concerts) to me. I can't thank her enough. I haven't used the CD player in my hifi in ages (thanks to mp3 players and phones and computers), but as soon as I had the CD in my hands, I connected at least 4 speakers to the hifi and put the thing on LOUD, reenacting the whole concert experience in my mind. If you've been listening to LRLRL on earphones all this time, I advise you to use massive speakers instead. It's intense.

...

*basks in ray of happiness*

...

Back to the original point of this post: So you don't have to know how to read music to be a pianist for, like, one of the biggest bands in the world right now. And there I was believing I'm just really slow and maybe even a bit of a retard for not knowing how to read those darned notes no matter how long I stared at the exercise books... There is hope! I should totally form a band now. ROJAK, where are you?

Lots of love,

from Me.

p.s: Totally forgot Dave Grohl from The Foo Fighters can't read notes, either! Yay, we have something in common!

p.p.s: As you might have noticed, my updates will be less frequent these days, as assignments are piling up and final exams are just around the corner. Byebye life. :(

Tuesday, September 08, 2009

Graduation (Friends Forever)

Yeah, I just named a blog post after that song. That really cheesy Vitamin C one. Don't pretend you don't know it.


:P

I haven't been updating this blog for quite some time now due to... ehemlazinesscough, but I thought I'd share with you some photos of us celebrating in our graduation robes, just about a week after the graduation ceremony.



English Lit Grads.
From left: Me, Yen Yen, Stephanie, Renuga, Vandana.






The view's definitely less scary from behind the desk.


The cheesy pose. Bak kata Mr. Jeyam as he took his position in between
Vandana and Stephanie: 'Ew, gross'.



The artsy-fartsy shot
(which turned out beautiful!).


With Charity.


With Dr. Otto.
'I feel like I'm being more photographed than the Pope these days...'



The English Seminar Room:
Where 98% of our English classes took place.


With Kak Ros, who decided she wanted us to be
models for a brochure or something like that...









The 'Wajib Shot'.



We had to stop traffic about
a million times for this shot.


Clockwise from 11 o'clock:
Tinky Winky, Dipsy, Lala, Po.





Steph, I love how we look in this one, too. :D

The Abbey Road shot.
Oh man. I can still hear the loud BEEP BEEP BEEP of the traffic light when I look at this one.
MAKE IT STOP!!!

Hanging out at the Dataran Sastera.




Thanks a million to Benjamin Ong who took these photos. I don't think I would've posed in the most embarrassing ways if you hadn't directed me.

And a special thank you to Yen Yen, who organised the whole shoot and uploaded all the photos up on facebook.

And of course, to Stephanie, Vandana and Renuga, for making it. Love you girls!


Lots of love, love and love,

from AEA060010.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Untitled #1

Sometimes a person hates another person with such passion only because the former can see traits she hates about herself in the latter...

Sunday, August 09, 2009

An Incident

One time, there was this girl who needed my shoulder to whine on. She sent me an SMS. I was bored, so I layaned her.

SilverTopaz (Bukan nama sebenar): Aisya, kenapa dia (some guy who dumped her, who happened to be my friend) buat macam tu kat saya?

Aisya: Look, maybe you two just weren't meant for each other. :-/ If someone doesn't like you, you can't force them to like you.

SilverTopaz: Tapi dia pernah cakap dia sayang I tau. Kenapa dia buat macam tu?

I rolled my eyes.

Aisya: Saya tak tahu kenapa dia buat macam tu. Maybe you should ask him yourself.

SilverTopaz: Boleh tak you tolong tanya dia? I takut.

I sighed.

Aisya: Okay, I seriously think you should ask him yourself. I'm going to meet him tomorrow. You can join us if you want.

SilverTopaz: Okay. Saya akan join korang. Nak jumpa mana?

Aisya: Midvalley.

Message sent.

Then my phone rang. It was Ashli.

'Hey, woman,' he greeted me with his nasal but pleasantly sexy voice.

'Ash. I'm in the middle of SMSing SilverTopaz,' I told him, getting ready for his all-too-honest opinion about the girl.

'Oh GOD,' he blurted. 'That annoying twerp.'

'Yeah I know. Hey, I've just received another SMS from her.'

'Oh okay. I'll call you later. Byesie byes, luv!'

I looked into my inbox.

SilverTopaz: Awak. Saya rasa saya tak nak jumpa koranglah esok. Saya malu. Kbye.

What the heck, man. This girl completely wasted my time. Already annoyed by the whole patheticness of the whole situation (yes, I can be pretty heartless at times), I needed to SMS Ashli to let off some steam.

Aisya: OMG she is SOOOO ANNOYING. I swear, man. What a COMPLETE waste of time!

Message Sent.


Ten minutes later, I got another SMS from SilverTopaz.

SilverTopaz: I think you salah hantar SMS. I'm sorry for being annoying. Kbye.




You know the moral of the story.

Friday, July 24, 2009

My First Handmade Tote!

I got sick of holding my folder in my hands everyday, so I decided a big tote bag would do me some good.

Professional designers have taken advantage of the Green Trend by selling over-priced totes to replace the plastic bag, and I think that's just silly. RM100+ for a tote? Puh-lease! I could make one so for under RM30.

So I went to Nilai last Sunday and bought a meter of a really cute printed fabric.


I went home, and sewed all night...

... And continued the next morning.

Here's what I ended up with!

The photo doesn't do the printed design any justice, really.

Aida begged to borrow it to take to school, so I let her have it for the week. She came back home that evening and said three of her friends want one too. 8-O

Having people be willing to pay for something I make? Awesomeness to the power of ten.

Dunno when I'll have the time to sit in front of the sewing machine again though... But I promise I'll start soon.

Lots of love,

from Me.

ps: Thanks to Syahirah Suhaimi for telling me where to look for nice fabrics! We had loads of fun at Jelita.