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7/29/2013: Don't miss me when I'm gone, for it's only temporary.: A self-explanatory apology.

6/26/2013: It's a sale!: I'm not going to impose it on you; it's just that I've decided to have some items up for sale. Feel free to take a peek. No charges for a mere view. *winks*

Friday, August 29, 2014

8/29/2014

Mr. Gordon will cringe if he learns that I've forgotten the history behind the classical eras of romanticism and baroque. =/



Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Reflectional Thoughts

#nowlistening to - Rimi Natsukawa - Shima Uta

Too many things have been juxtaposed in the form of university preparations hence the lack of posts lately. My God, the amount of stuffs that I need to do for the visa application is making my head spin. Those cousins are damn lucky to have gone off earlier than me for their studies in Melbourne and Sydney, pfft. >=/

Penning this post could be tough because it would be peppered with emotions - negative and positive, but more of the former - at every nook and cranny, but where there's a beginning, there has to be an end, right? It's been ten weeks since our matriculation journey has opened a new chapter in life; some of us have taken flight to places unexplored while the rest are weighing their options, unable to finalize a decision at the moment. In less than 6 months, however, it'll be my turn. My heart is steadfast on chasing the elusive paper in one of the Australian states and nope, it's not the ones abovementioned.

It's a place that, to be honest, I've never considered and contrary to the fact that constantly swims in mutual friends' eyes when they heard of it, I'm going there for no one but myself. (At least for once, I'm not bowing down to their orders. Why in the world were the relatives screaming for Sydney anyway?)

I don't know; after contemplations and reflections, matriculation life has taught me things that I thought I already knew beforehand. I'm still having a hard time wrapping my head around it, especially when the scar left by the piercing sword is as fresh as the cake I'm currently eating. Then again, being at this age had its advantages: at a time when I was silently fuming, I created an achievable goal for myself and diverted my attention into fulfilling it. If it meant sacrificing friendships/acquaintanceship, so be it. They'll respect my decisions and accept it if they truly understood me - or as they have proclaimed under the melting sun.

After a tremendous amount of hard work and sleepless nights, I made it a living reality, yay! (I could see it in Mr. Layng's eyes that I was becoming the person that I'm capable of being.)

But it was around the same time that I realize that there were envious eyes (Just because I don't say anything doesn't mean that I am unaware of it. I chose to remain reticent because there's nothing I can do about it) that were probably jealous of my achievements, lol! And now, it's like I'm being slapped with flashbacks on my return trips to campus. Memories that were once shared have crumbled with the force of a wind velocity, leaving in its wake a path of burned ashes.

It may sound like I'm filling the cracks with silicon, but I've grown out of that stage. It's too painful to do so and I'm not suffocating myself anytime soon. (My English classmate loved the formalism lens whereas I'm leaning towards the psychological lens... and we now know why, finally.)



I don't want it to come to a point where they'll only remember me when I'm no longer with them. Plainly said, I want to avoid this situation from occurring again: in the middle of the funeral hall lays the coffin that holds my body. Next to me are the flower stands with condolences from my peers in the trade and in front of me are 5 rows of chairs on each side for mourners to weep. Attached to the casket is a framed black-and-white photograph of me. It is silent, save for the loud cries and nothing can be done to undo or repair any mistakes previously committed.

But it can't be avoided because I'm no longer the person that they knew as (someone's close friend). Circumstances have made an impact, changing not only me but a majority of my perspectives as well. I can't wait to begin the adventure and embrace the life of a university.

It'll be at least 4 years before I'll run into anyone on the streets... and that is if I'm fated to run into them again.

Monday, August 25, 2014

8/25/2014

When one hasn't been able to sleep well for three consecutive nights, stuff happens in a random way.

I dreamt that after pulling an all-nighter to keep a mutual acquaintance company until he eventually fell asleep on the couch in his exhaustion, my roommate and I were famished than we were drowsy, choosing to satiate our growling stomach instead. We walked miles to the neighborhood business district and to the newly opened cafe called Mochi Place.

It was packed to the brim when we entered, but thank God we managed to find an empty table and waited for the waiter to clear the cutleries and receive our orders. While waiting for someone to attend to us, the sneaky me captured a picture of the messy table and the restaurant logo before uploading both onto Instagram.

After waiting for around 90 minutes at the airport departure gate, we finally boarded the aircraft and couldn't wait to settle in our seats. It looked pretty much like Air Asia X in real life, but this was much more spacious and our tickets were of the economy class, not the business one.

The chief stewardess came running after me, muttered that the biometrics was necessary and the device I was holding only registered one passenger. I couldn't decipher what she said and asked her to explain in detail. She said that in summary, she needed my biometrics since Mama Carrie's was taken during check-in.

Sunday, August 10, 2014

A Not So.... Speechless Sunday #2

Those who have seen me drawing will know that I'm not the artistically creative/talented one of the family. My forte lies buried somewhere else and yet I was able to sail through the Photoshop unit with exuberance. The scores I've earned for the Yearbook assignment will vouch for itself.

Yes, all of the Media Arts students - both the Periods 3 and 6 classes - had to design the page for the chosen event and the best submission will earn a spot on the Yearbook. You'll have to dig through it to find mine. ^^

But I've never been able to produce an impressive logo. =.=





Illustrator tool used: shape-builder tool (eclipse)





Illustrator tool used: pencil



Illustrator tool: knife



Illustrator tool: scissors












On to the next program...




















Photoshop tool: paint bucket







Photoshop tool: type










The final product....















A Not So.... Speechless Sunday

There's only one feeling after doing this...

I am relieved that I still remember how to maneuver around Adobe Illustrator, seeing that I blew my eyesight for the night when it came to completing the assignment for this program. *winces*


Illustrator tools used: shape and pencil


Illustrator tool used: typography


Photoshop tool used: paint bucket

Final Product:



The space constraint didn't allow me to write "The Tempremental" inside and this completed piece is reminding me of a company logo for the internet café. I guess I should've started off on the drawing board with a written vision and take it from there instead, like what we were taught to do in Media Arts.
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