Written by lainie at 06:14 PM on October 3, 2005 in College, Family, Holidays / Road Trip.

I'm back people!

First off, Nessa, Josie and I make a brief appearance in a Ben's Bitches video (or rather, our photo does). Just go to the I-bands page, and scroll down a wee bit for this: "Ben's Bitches - Aku Suka Jolok D.I.Y Music Video".

It's an awful video, but quite funny how they abuse all the photos.

[ For those who don't read Malay, the words "Ambil galah tolong jolokkan" appears at our scene. It actually means "take a stick and poke it", I THINK. MY MALAY SUCKS DON'T TAKE MY WORD FOR IT.

Of course, it comes after a line about picking fruits from a tall tree, but I suggest you take that with a pinch of salt considering Nessa Josie and I appear within the first minute, sitting on the couch, a red circle appears around our lips then arrows start pointing in at that time. ]

Bitches.

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Cherating beach holiday with Fip was short, but had yummy seafood and a lovely beach. I'd wanted to go shopping, but mainly the shops there are

1) overpriced
2) not well stocked
3) aimed at gay men who want to wear beaded hairbands while they learn to paint batik clothes.

We also went to some "save the turtles place". I'm pretty sure it has some long name like "Turtle Conservation Project" kinda thing. It was next to Club Med anyhow. We went there in the daytime to look at the pretty turtles they had, not like the ugly ones you get in temples.

They told us to come back at night to see turtles being released into the sea, which I thought was cool so we did. When we arrived, at 10.30pm, the man in charge brings out a HUGE donation box (hint hint), and in front of it places a pail with about 20-30 baby turtles (hereby named turts).

We got to hold them and take photographs, because we can't do that at the shore. Mine was cute. Their flippers are strong man, I thought my turt was gonna flap it's way out of my hands at any time - but I didn't want to hold on too tight, because no one wants to be caught murdering a turt in a turtle conservation centre, yeah? I mean, I can't run that fast.


After that, we headed out with some dim torchlights to the shore, where a line was drawn in the sand near the tide. We stood behind it, holding 2 turts each. I wished mine luck, and on the count of 3 we all released them!

Yknow, one of my turts made it slow and steady to the sea. The other more confused one immediately turned right, and paddled into other turtles. Even when the tide came in to sweep it away, it was trying to paddle to the right, and then backwards, before eventually getting the idea and heading out to sea. Evolution is not in that nerd's favour.

I wished it luck, but I think unless lady luck blesses it three million times over, that lil turt is gonna swim straight into some hungry predator's mouth.

Speaking of predator - doesn't it look like I'm gonna eat it? Heh.



[ I've been told I look nothing like my photos soo....I dunno. ]

The beach at Cherating, we stayed at Legend Hotel. I personally prefer a backpacker's inn, but Fip was paying and she's a hotel brat. We got the toilet from hell. I took a shit after we arrived - I forget, but I think it was cause I had spicy food.

Anyhow, that toilet didn't flush. THE NIGHTMARE! EEEEEEK! I shouldn't complain though, I reckon the guy who fixed the plumbing had a way worse time. I mean, the most I had to do was ban Fip from going in there. The last thing you need from a beach holiday is a non-flushing toilet.



We went into the sea...At first Fip didn't want to go in, she actually had to remind me she couldn't swim much - bad girlfriend that I am I totally forgot. We played around in the water, we could actually go quite far because the tide was low. We made it a point to avoid all suspiciously humping-looking couples in the water.

We left after a few hours when I saw a huge jellyfish, bigger than a human head, floating near our feet. I picked shells to make into a necklace

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I'm gonna try to go for some talk on Wednesday about: "EXPOSING SEXUALITY & GENDER RIGHTS ONLINE". I figured it might be interesting for me. Starts at 12 though, which is a problem for me since my class ends at that time, clear across town. Will ask my lecturer tomorrow if she'll mind letting me off 40 minutes early to attend it.

Mum sent me an email, our neighbour's daughter just got married:

either v. small dinner or it was given by groom's family; then by tradition, bride's immediate family must leave half-way to signify that they dont intend to "eat all that the man has to give".
chinese are so paternalistic anti-women. and people still practise this in 2005.

Can you see where I get it from? Apparently even my great-great grandparents insisted that women had the same rights, and that all the daughters be educated. Then again, given how aggressive most all of the females in my family are.....They might have forced their way through.

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I worked till early in the morning last night on the logos I had to hand in for today's class. It paid off in the sense that my lecturer didn't hate anything, though he dismissed one series that played off floral-star patterns, saying too many logos did the flower motif thing now. So he went for my two favourites and told me to develop it.

His biggest complaint was that the printed typeface didn't come out crisp. He said it was probably cause they weren't printer fonts, till I told him I printed in JPG, which he said was probably the reason for the fuzziness.

After class I was staring at my logos and thinking.....That's strange, it got the details right on other places, so why not the typeface? That's when I wanted to smack my forehead against the wall. I realise why the typeface came out fucking blurry!

I resized it 50% smaller and forgot to put an unsharp mask on it. Of all the stupid shit to do, forgetting to sharpen an already tiny image after shrinking it is the stupidest, stupidest STUPIDEST thing to do.

I must have been so goddamn sleepy, because the unsharp mask is pretty much second nature to me by now. This is so not relevant to you people is it?

Anyhow, smarty pants that I am, I need to go travel and meet up with Fip and KA now, because I forgot to take my folder from her car, and everything I need for my assignment is in there.

A side note to future art students: For neat presentations: Spray mount, t-square ruler, lockable sharp blade with good weight on it, and those two triangle ruler thingies are your friend. Oh and make sure all your rulers start out from 0cm right at the edge to make your life easier.

Really.

Written by lainie at 01:31 AM on October 4, 2005 in College, Daily Life.

Yeayness I've finished up my 9grids assignment for Creative whateverthatsubject'snameis.

Cenfad college assignments kiss my fannyass wooooo! Fannyass being neither my fanny or arse, as some of you pervy people thought of, but a select spot at the tip of my ear. Or toe. Depends which side the sun is on when you read this.

Actually I don't really have a fannyass, but feel free to kiss my ass.

Yknow how hippies get inspired from all the toking they do? Fuck man, someone needs to introduce them to the perfection that is 3M Spray Mount Artist's Adhesive.

I've been spraying and sticking squares and pulling them off, sticking them back on, making smiley faces....and it looks PERFECTLY STRAIGHT AND NEAT AND WONDERFUL.

[ Art dork's blog, get used to it ]

Do you have any idea how much it thrills my fannyass to get neat work? That never ever happens to me! Needless to say, fannyass is something I thought of after about twenty minutes of spray inhaling (by accident). Kate thought I'd been huffing - fucking lil faith that's what it is.

Fantastic creation. I had nightmarish visions of accidentally slicing part of my thumb off while blading out pics from magazines that I needed - but comforted myself with the idea that I could drip-drop some blood into the fish tank to see what happens.

God I have a Creative Writing assignment due on Thursday, and I can't remember what it is. I asked Farid, who asked me to message me him if I found out. I asked Brenda who wasn't sure. I asked another girl who also wasn't sure (both gave me separate versions).

Does -anyone- know what the hell Bernice wants us to hand in? Mystery, arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Feed my parrot.

Er...post does sound a tad odd doesn't it? I've been sleep deprived for over a week - by that I mean less than 8 hours a night, and I'm a girl who needs 10 to be fully rested. I'm starting to get even more forgetful, if possible. Don't give up on me, my sanity WILL RETURN. I think.

Thought I could catch up on sleep my one fricking off weekday tomorrow, but there's a replacement class. With an assignment due. Pahpahpahpah! I think I'll actually be required to use my brain too, since we'll be discussing ideas.

[ Fuckme for taking art not only because I like it, but because I didn't want to think much and get lazy. Fuckety-fuckety-fuck my assumptuous fannyass (bet you thought I forgot about that word by now, HAH). ]

Two of my lecturers, Alfredo and Mei Fei, have failed out more than half my classmates for missing 3 classes. What. The. Hell. Surreal.

I'm looking at my assignment and lovin it. So neat. Yeayness. I'll bore you people to tears with my assignment details tomorrow. Really, I don't know why so many of you readers think I have a life, or that I'm swimming in pools of money. I need to save up to buy stuff like GLUE fuckdammit.

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Holyfuck. I just realised something.

Recently I've been reading that the word keling is a derogatory term for Indians - which was news to me, having only encountered the word this year. Or so I thought.

Okay, I don't mean to offend so sorries in advance if I do, but isn't keling-yan (keling-human) how you say Indian person in Cantonese?

As in....Malay-yan (malay person), Thong-yan (chinese person), Keling-yan (Indian person)?

So what, have I been accidentally insulting Indians all along? I can't go around calling ALL the indians machas or bais, since they can't all be my brothers or Punjabi.

What am I supposed to say in Cantonese then? Did I miss some more polite term? I swear, honest to god on my HB pencil (I'm an atheist art student, you might prefer an oath on my art supplies here) that I NEVER KNEW keling is a bad way to call Indian people....Indian.

I swear. I mean....I have more Indian friends than any other race, fuckdammit. I'm not that much of an arse to insult them on purpose all the time.

It's just Cantonese. If I ONLY spoke English, this would be a non-issue, but as far as I know, the people who speak to me in Cantonese say keling-yan as well, and they don't mean it in a bad way. It's just...Indian. As in, "the curry puffs you like, buy it from the keling-yan store behind the nasi lemak counter".

Or are you poeple just shitting me, and really, keling is not a bad word, and some twatty person is just oversensitive?

WHAT? WHAT IS IT?

[ Oh wait. I forgot, we call Punjabis Bhungali in Cantonese. My Canto isn't that great, so the words I choose to use aren't always accurate. ]

Written by lainie at 03:15 PM on October 4, 2005 in College.

I forgot to take home a nail on the wall in class today....I wanted to put some holes in my seashells to make a necklace I don't intend to become of one those people with a seashell collection that will "eventually, yeah sure" be made into a necklace.

Anyhow, my 9 grid assignment was basically squares of men and women, with only their groin / torso area / lips showing. I took pictures of people, made it impersonal, stuck them next to each other, to see the reactions of the viewers. Some saw a story, some saw a message, some saw the alignments / movements I tried to incorporate in it. So yeay, overall it kinda worked - though one of the women's lips I used was a bit too ambiguous for some of them. There were more bits, but won't bother to elaborate, since I'll post up a pic soon - the whole idea behind this is that I want your interpretation anyway, not mine.

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My next assignment is a set of 4 stamps. The country I'm gonna do is "Wonderland", as in "Alice in Wonderland". Actually my shortlist of countries were

i) Wonderland
ii) Lala-land
iii) Gaydom

Heh. Yes I understand the topic is not very serious the way I'm using them, but fuck if I'm gonna be looking at this theme for three weeks I might as well have fun with it.

Two classmates are doing Japan and Palestine. Another two boys are, like me, getting their own imaginary country as well - Marijuana country, and Condom country.

*Eyeroll* I am in such a boy class.

Ideas thrown around for MJ country included meals served on big MJ leaves, green rivers / waterfalls (algae growing under the water or something), world's biggest MJ plants, currency made of hemp and so on. You get the idea. Marijuana country is most likely gonna be named "Yeamon" country. As in Jamaican dude saying Yeah Mon!

As for Condom country....It'll have a giant volcano with a huge condom at the tip, saving the inhabitants. And some other condomy stuff. Classmate wants to play off the lifestyle which is like...."Fun Drunk Respect" kinda theme. Problem is, we're supposed to concentrate on the unique aspects of each country, and my lecturer pointed out that fun and sex is not really something you'd need to travel all the way to Condomland to get.

My Wonderland theme (and be grateful I'm restraining myself from putting up Wonderbras in the stamps here) is gonna focus on the characters, probably. I want my Cheshire Cat, Mad Hatter, toking Caterpillar blowing smoke rings, Mr Rabbit, The Queen, the Flamingo Croquet....EVERYTHING. I might make Alice in different sizes throughout the squares, normal, after eating magic mushroom, giant in rabbit's house....

Now I'm wondering how I'm gonna fit that into four tiny stamps without over cluttering. I have a rough idea of one where they're chasing each other in a circle (Alice after rabbit after mad hatter after soldiers after queen after Alice) with unique Wonderland architecture in the background.

The other ideas I have are "Wonderland National Sport" and "Wonderland Architecture". The weird buildings it will have, or their national sport, Flamingo Croquet, hell yeah.

Got a fantastic site to help me out with this: Alice in Wonderland.

Actually, I'm thinking Fairytales would be a better country name, and Alice in Wonderland could be out of the long list, one "unique aspect" of the country that I'm concentrating on. Hmm. Worth a shot.

So yeah, Alice in Wonderland trippy power.

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Did I mention I have a crazy amount of assignments to hand in? No? WELL I DO. And they're all due TOMORROW. Fuckety.

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Reading on newsgroups again.

"Australian 27-year old female surfer framed for drug smuggling faces death in hands of Indonesian barbarian govt"

Hmm. Framed, death, barbarian government. *wry note* Wonder whose side he's on. It's kinda hard to screw my head on right when I read stuff like these cause one mouse click and I'm bombarded with personal opinions. The thing about newsgroups is, the more opiniated people speak up while the rest of us just read along, so you get opinions from opposite ends of the spectrum.

I'm reading up on this religion-evolution argument right now. The pro-religion one is handling it badly, and getting smashed in the face everytime she dismisses a science theory because she doesn't know enough basic evolutionary science, and she can't hit back because I don't think she knows that much about her own religion either.

Anyway, religion vs science is a horribly stupid argument and a waste of time. But it's entertainment yah. I'm so nosy anyway, I'll keep clicking the sites to see what's there.

Written by lainie at 06:29 PM on October 5, 2005 in College, Daily Life.

*Steps on soapbox*

"Freedom from homosexuality through the power of Christ".

*Steps off soapbox*

No rants here, I believe they think they're doing good work so.....It's just that it's so sad . I was reading the testimonials of ex gay converts, and they've been abused in many different ways and usually felt like outcasts who couldn't belong till this organisation helped them.

The sad bit, for me, isn't their past - granted it sounded right miserable...The sad bit is, these women seem to only have learned how to dress pretty, colour coordinate, and put on makeup. The end package is a woman who feels straight because she "looks the part". I guess it'll help them fit in more if a man flirts with her.

Isn't it sad when someone only feels like they belong in society when their "book cover" is easier to live with, as opposed to the "stories" in them? Maybe they really are changed, and way way way happier I just hope they're not in denial because fake happiness really sucks once the initial relief of fooling everyone else fades away.

This isn't something I can handle, because

1) I don't know enough about it and
2) it's too depressing to read further.

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I just got my period today and damn am I hungry. My stomach will NOT shut up. Fasting season just began today for the Muslims, and my classmates have all become quite lethargic, though they're still generally quite cheery and funny.

Class today went alright....My ideas for the first class were accepted, and I thinks she gave me a slight itty bit more work than my other classmates because I have to draw a layout for my ideas, and my other classmates don't seem to think they need to? :/ I suppose it's better to get work out of the way instead of just....hanging around.

Typography was frustrating because I needed to print a lotta stuff out but the printer was busted, and will only be online again tomorrow. And I couldn't find any black Pelaka paint in Sungei Wang, meaning I can't finish up a part of my assignment tonight either.

On the plus side, my typography assignment, drawing out 4 Gs, went down well with lecturer. It wasn't perfect, he had to point out some flaws in one of them, but he said my work had the least problems so far.

So far.

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Fip picked me up from college today...She'd offered me a lift home, and since she was in KLCC I'd asked her if she could get paint from me only if

1) she had the time
2) It wouldn't be too troublesome

because I'd just get it myself later otherwise.

She couldn't find any of the paint I wanted, and walked around heaps, and she's FASTING. Result: Fip picks me up, drives through traffic jam in foul mood. She did however get me paint brushes and an "Alice in Wonderland" cartoon to help me with my assignments

Then she drove the wrong way down some parking lot, and had to back out cause a car came from the opposite side....and she just gave me her "of course, this is all your fault" look. Fuck la.

Then we entered Sungei Wang, and she's already pissed off to the max. While I'm looking at the paints the bookstore has, she just tells me she shouldn't have tried to help me. Fuck, I said don't if you can't, right? Then she says she didn't know she wouldn't be able to.

Cue the two of us getting pissy.

I wanted her to go home and rest because I'd take time walking around the mall finding paint, but she insisted on taking me home, . So in the end I gave up looking and she brought me home.

That is, after getting both of us extremely stressed out in the car because traffic fills her with road rage. I'm in the car making plans for future dates where I just go wherever by cab, and go home by cab, and seriously, NEVER have to sit in her car again, because I CANNOT remember the last time I was in the car with her and did not get stressed out. Sometimes for the first half hour I see her, she's just on the road pissed off. Today I ONLY saw her pissed off.

And I'm very easily influenced by the moods around me. Doesn't help.

Then I got home and it turns out she got me donuts and a movie to watch So I don't know. She's so nice to me but we (don't really) fight (but get stressed out) all the time, and I end up feeling more like a complete obligatory nuisance than girlfriend.

Sigh.

Either way, baby, it's okay, I'll just meet you at the location next time. Especially since it's fasting season and you're gonna be even grumpier.

Written by lainie at 10:12 PM on October 5, 2005 in Arty stuff.

Jingwei left me the weirdest testimonial. He called me a Lainicus Yoehsaurus. He has pretty funky links on his blog to some art sites.

Anyways, peoplest, Iest needest yourest helpest / opinionest.

[ Did you know I can actually converse quite naturally with Risha with an -est suffix after every word? It's quite annoying, I assurest you. ]

THIS is a work in progress logo for Soleil Noire:



Soleil Noire typeface: Sylfaen.
chocolatier typeface: President

I know something is off about the logo, but I've been staring at it so damn long that I can't tell anymore. Is it the kerning / alignment for my SOLEIL NOIRE typeface? The colours? I can rotate everything in this logo separately, btw, it's all vector.

I'll be looking at it later to see what I can fix, but I thought I'd let you guys have a shot at it first.

Oh and in case you're wondering, in a very simplified lazy explanation it's a floralish black sun-cocoa bean topview motif, with warm colours. Colours probably won't stay the same as I'm aiming for a more "orangey feel" through reds and yellows, so that'll involve some tweaking.

Anyhow, all views welcome. All constructive criticism / suggestions especially welcome.

[ Suggesting I slip some money in with my assignment is not constructive criticism, nor the type of suggestion I'm looking for. ]

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While I'm at it, my second 9 grids assignment (note the anally straight lines it's cut at, which aren't fantastic but still much better than my 1st one)..the photograph was taken at a perspective hence black space at the side:

The idea was to gauge reactions and interpretations of others upon viewing this piece, where everyone's been depersonalised, objectified, you name it:



Okay. The bottomest, leftest image, the girl is actually licking some red liquid off her finger. That's the one image that got my assignment into trouble because apparently it's too andro, so it could confuse the viewer if they see a man. I wanted to suggest that really, I didn't give a toss about the gender change if they interpreted it that way, but heck. Baby steps for the world.

I was aiming for alignment of their bodies. Also I purposely left the last pic as an expressionless guy, so you have to guess what's going on in his box there, which in turn is supposed to make you think more about the whole thing instead of just seeing pics of groins and boob areas.

What it's SUPPOSED to do anyhow, whether it works I don't know.

I've seen roughly what type of reactions this can provoke, and how girls and guys normally view it - interesting how it differs. I won't tell you guys yet what it is, after all, my judgement is based on only a few people so far....so maybe you tell me what you see

Written by lainie at 07:26 PM on October 6, 2005 in College, Daily Life.

Just came back from a lil outing with Fip at KLCC. It's our eleven months anniversary today To draw upon an overused phrase - How time flies. We sat in front of the dancing gay fountain thing, and I was really tired so she gave me a neck massage.

I almost fell asleep there . I was so flippin exhausted and she had that whole kneading, warm fingers thingie going on (for my neck, attention above collarbone area please), and I got so relaxed.

Then we had coffee at Gloria Jeans which did fuck all to wake me up We do some "pull my finger" thing. She pulls my finger and I say stuff like "Jaguar!", "comic book collection!", "diamond ring!", "beach house!"....heh. She gets scared after a while.

I don't actually even know what a Jaguar looks like, but the rate we're going, Fip owes me like twenty of them. And they were all due ages ago.

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Thursday is elective day! Also known as "light workload, thank gawd" day.

Learned an hour of graphic designer history, which basically consists of looking at pretty posters. The rest of the class was spent catching up on typography because Mr Teh was late yesterday and ate up the extra hours. I didn't have anything to do then because I'd already gone through that bit.

Then I ate while the Malay boys drooled at the sight of food, and watched the ciggies in someone else's mouth lovingly. I don't know why they do that to themselves while fasting, I know they're supposed to go about the day as they regularly would, but hell..............I have a feeling I'd be awfully tempted to cheat by the second week if I kept hanging around temptation.

After that, off to the computer lab to type out the personal monologue for Bernice's class.

Yknow what's fucked up? The IT guy tells me I can print and pick up the documents from his office, because he needs to go off an attend to some other lecturer's needs......So I do that....and when I go to his office the fucking door is locked...........It's like he's trying to piss us off.

I checked out the lock and realised I had an awfully good chance of breaking in if I sacrificed an old phone card, but I didn't want to look dodgy in front of my other classmates. They look like goodies, I'm wearing a Generation Fuck You tshirt (and to be honest, thought it was another one till I realised I was getting weird looks from the canteen lady).......So yeah. Waited it out.

I HATE waiting. I get these images of them finding me frozen into rock in some weird position outside the IT lab, with an extremely grumpy look on my face. With my arse luck a bird would have shat on my forehead while I was at it too.

Read personal monologues. It's fantastic to hear so many people express themselves, really. Creative writing class, if you're the type who pents stuff up and would love a good excuse to say stuff you would "never actually talk about, of course, unless it was schoolwork then that's different", then this is it.

Not to make light of it, some were awfully honest, and I felt awfully sad after hearing some stuff. Also, you realise many people use humour to deal with bad thingies happening. Some can't remember the details of traumatising events (ehh...post traumatic stress disorder? in shock?).

I felt a bit like a cop out exploiting my eccentric, assy (late) granddad. It's just that I really cannot think of any big conflict in my life. I have mini ones. I have some that should be conflicts, except I deal with them well so they aren't. At least my monologue went down well.

I'm not too keen on reading my monologues out loud, first of all because I like to lean against the wall and this means I'm sitting in some awkward place where I have to say "excuse me excuse me, ooops, haha, my leg's stuck, excuse me, sorry, thanks" just to get out.

I feel like such a polite twat.

Then my voice breaks when I read because screaming matches with your sister as a child is probably not great on your vocal chords. And I have to read standing up. I'm goddamned lazy, I know. I would whine about having to tie my shoelaces, except none of my shoes have shoelaces, if that'll give you an idea about the extent of my laziness.

Then again, it's not like I can afford many pairs of shoes....

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I met a girl called Izzy in college today (she's in my creative writing class). We talked a bit about local bands, and she said she used to organise gigs sometimes at Paul's Place. Anyhow, she mentioned her boyfriend a few times, in passing. I asked her if she knew whether Bernice gives other writing classes, since Spot asked, and she told me to check Kakiseni.com if I knew about it (who which Malaysian doesn't?).

Then when class started she came in late. She poked her head through the door halfway, and made some nodding head gestures at Bernice, who signalled back some "yes, go ahead" thing.

Next thing I knew, bloody flipping hell, she walked in followed by her boy.......ZEDECK SIEW! Who writes for Kakiseni. No wonder she told me to check that site out. Flipping overly small world mate. I nearly laughed the moment his tall floppy hair showed through the door, it was so recognisably......him...Not many Chinese boys have big straight afros like him, none that I know of anyway.

When we had a break Fip visited me in college, after dropping her friend off at Citibank nearby. The moment I saw her though, her cellphone rang and her friend was already done, so she had to go :/ I'd wanted her to meet Zedeck (especially since she gets jealous so easily over guys I meet, I reckon her actually meeting them will make things better....I guess). Ah well, next time.

We watched Garden State (yes Justine, Su-yin, if I remember correctly either one or both of you weren't impressed) as part of our Creative Writing class. That just makes it about the, oh, fourth or fifth time I've watched that movie. I love it, yes. It's one of my favourites, yes. And I pointed out to Fip that asides from the crappy Star Wars movies, I like ALL the movies Natalie Portman has ever been in. And not cause she's pretty, please.

When it comes to TV I get antsy and can't sit still. It's very difficult for me to get my act together and sit down through an entire movie, so after about ten minutes I felt a constant need to piss / move around / fidget. I'm aware that this can be annoying to other people so I really ought to sit at the back everytime we watch a show.

Then I came home, and watched Alice in Wonderland (research, bay-beh,) which officially makes today the most TV-filled day in a long long long time.

Zedeck suggested he'd pass my URL on to Bernice. I mildly threatened murder. DON'T. YOU. DARE. (eh, please?). Heh. Like I said, I like to shoot my mouth off.

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I have an assignment to hand in tomorrow. I'd planned the time so that I'd have 3 hours to work on it...but fuck, I don't know why I'm so tired. It's only 11, but it feels like 2am to me.

Aghhhhhhh...Must....Draw....Alice....in...Wonderland....stamps......

Written by lainie at 03:36 PM on October 7, 2005 in College, Daily Life.

O_o I just realised that a song I like called Reconcile is by a local band, Love Me Butch. I had it on my playlist for so long too.

This reminds me of a time when Hitz fm had this "Guess the band" contest. It was an ballad sung in English, and everyone guessed all these international boybands, and in the end it turned out to be KRU, a local band.

I didn't like the KRU song (in fact, the overexposure annoyed me a lot), but I'm just saying you fuckers that don't give local music a chance deserve my uncle's biggest pair of boots up your ass. At one go.

Anyhow, just surfing through their sites and thinking "prettyyyyy....prettyyyyy".

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I woke up with that shit "I'm late" feeling. What a stupid way to start the day. My phone somehow came apart while I was asleep, the battery fell out and my alarm didn't ring. Apparently I morph into some kung fu wiz when I'm unconscious.

Got up at 9am on the dot when the maid came in with some ironed clothes, and there was this dazed "wait that noise doesn't sound right" thing going on, then the FUCK feeling from realising you're feeling too damned rested for this to be 730am.

Not that I had enough sleep, mind, I was up till 3 something, on the phone with KA (whom I'm kinda VERY worried about, let's just say I now feel very violent towards someone, which doesn't happen often), and working on my assignment due today.

Then what's fucked up? I was the ONLY student to hand in my assignment today. The stamps thing. Which means it was a waste of my time. I mean, the lecturer liked it that I made the deadline (kinda - I did about 85% of the work), but by virtue of handing in something alone, my assignment looked good.

Helloooo...this is feedback time, I have NO idea what to fix about my stamp draft because everyone was like "oh wow she finished on time". So I guess I'll have to train my eye and cast some criticism on my own work to see how it can be improved.

Which isn't impossible. Just annoying. It wasn't even that great, cause I drew it all in light lines (2H pencil), and one of 8 boxes wasn't completely sketched out (what can I say, drawing a whole suit of cards marching in formation is a bitch, okay?). But it was way way way more than what the others did.

I feel like an overachieving twat, except I know that the class I'm in is notorious for being bad on attendance and deadlines. I need someone else to set the pace, dammit.

Here's a draft of my stamp outline, one of two ideas I had sketched out:



It's still at the 1st idea stage, being my first sketch done in one night and all. I've already moved past this stage by now, but haven't scanned it yet. I drew it at 300% size, so I scanned it to see what it would look like shrunk to the original size.

This is where what I learned from the two 9grids assignment I had comes into play. Might be hard for those who aren't used to this to get what I'm gonna talk about next, especially since contrast is low on the pencilled version so there's no focus point.

I put in a lot of hidden "flow" lines there, which make up the majority of the drawing....But because reality in Wonderland is kinda distorted, I also put in some things that almost but not quite align properly. This, I have come to realise, might just look like a reflection of my inability to draw lines that jive if I forget to mention it during my presentation.

As I did today. Even though my notes at the bottom clearly says "flow / alignment" and is underlined twice.

[ I think I was born with my brains on a pillow, and I leave them behind when I get up, because I only seem to think when I'm in bed (alone ) ]

Like, most obvious flow of the stamps, train tracks flow from one panel to the other. And the connecting tree bottom with lawn bottom on the two bottom grids (this sentence makes me think of ass).

Some small diagonal angles here and there to throw off the rhythm if you look closer. I still need to work on the background, and I'm aware with the level of detail I'm going for, and the actual size of the stamps, I'll need to be very careful with the use of colours, composition and line quality (which is fucky) because I don't have the space to spare for unnecessary stuff.

I'm gonna make the characters sliiiightly bigger - was gonna leave it there till I realised the details I want won't show through clearly unless they're a tad bigger.

This makes me want to do my other idea sketch more. Bah. Visually though, this has more potential, though the other one probably has a stronger concept and I should get my lazy ass to developing better image ideas on how to portray them.

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Soooo...*waves hand* who has no idea what I'm talking about?

Written by lainie at 04:22 PM on October 9, 2005 in College, Daily Life, Friends.

YO what the fuck happened on Thursday-Friday? My hits spiked up to about 4000, which is weird since spikes normally happen on weekends for me.

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Just came home.

Yesterday I indulged myself in a lot of sleep, about 14 hours. Actually, indulged is the wrong word, I was just plain knocked out cold till Fip called. There's something very effective about sleeping with your ear on the phone, in terms of waking up.

I had just enough time to run out and get a cab, grabbing a pack of Mamee monster noodle snack on the way. Was in a rush to get to Help Institute for some Company of Shorts screening. Arrived just in time too, met up with Kate and Fip there.

I hadn't eaten lunch so I told a very unsympathetic fasting Fip that I was starving

The short films. Most I kinda liked, some I didn't get, and one I didn't see the point at all. I've said before, I get antsy if I have to sit down and watch tv. In this case, I was bitten by ants. Literally. 5 times. Vindictive lil fuckers.

Some had really pretty screen credit images (have I mentioned I like reading screen credits?)...I saw the name Yee I-Lann connected to one of the short films with pretty screen credits, but I'm not sure if she did it.

For some reason, I always find a lot of amusement to see who was the gaffer during filming. Cmon, *fake French accent* who vas zee coffee boy?

Basically seemed like a giant wankfest involving Doghouse73 . 10 short films, all the directors, script writers, actors and sound people were just changing roles and helping each other out.

Here's a list of first-off impressions from the short movies. Do not expect any indepth, insigthful reviews, I am too lazy.

Sometimes Love is Beautiful by James Lee:

You want latent homosexual themes, this is the one. Jesus, I swear the moment the girl with glasses came on screen, the noise from everyone's beeping gaydar just drowned out the film. Full of ve-e-e-ery slow, I assume artsy, shots of inanimate objects / spinning table fans.

Follow Me by Albert Hue:

I didn't get the beginning, then you see this drunken guy, then he follows these creepy notes all around his house, and the ending made me laugh. It's like a giant "fuck you" to all the horror movies you've seen where the actors will walk into every creepy haunted looking house there is.

Flower by Liew Seng Tat:

OhmyfuckingGOD. I remember this one most clearly (wasn't much of a choice really). This old grandma daydreams and relives her favourite day as a young woman. Only thing is, the daydream shows the old gran doing everything. Running through the park with her lover, putting on make-up, kissing, getting seduced, having sex.

You guys have no idea how disturbing it was at the scene where her legs are in the air, and this young man's face appears from it. FUCK. How did they get that woman to do it?

Self- Portrait by Kok Kai Foong:

Uh. Girl artist secretly dates guy who's dating her best friend. They go to beachside where she paints. She loses self-portrait. Later friend mysteriously appears.

I don't get it much. It's something that zooms in on relationships, and is supposed to say a lot of things without using words, which means my thick insensitive arse probably missed half the innuendoes or whatever somewhere after she lost herself (portrait, that is).

La Invitation by Charlotte Lim:

Girl gets pregnant, and halfway through eating pineapples to get rid of the baby, decides to keep it. Her brother's getting married too. That's about all I got. I liked the scene where she got the bag of fish, reminded me of the bag of baby she had in her tummy area .

[ Intermission -antsiness factor: 60% ]

Ah Guan & Ting Ting by Tham Wai Fook:

Semi crazed out dude locks some people in oil barrels, screwing down wire cage tops above the barrels so they can't get out but can sorta see above them. It's claustrophobic, they don't know why they're there. Then they do some mating dance thingie with torchlights in their barrels, which they shine on the ceiling.

Started out as the most intense of the short films, ended up being kinda weird for me.

It's Possible Your Heart Cannot be Broken by Woo Ming Jin:

Disillusioned girl. Idealistic boy. Romance happens. Sorta. Funny but painful. Guy kinda reminded me of Fip when he started talking about marriage and kids. Done in story and interview style. They each take turns narrating what happened, and then the story is shown, and you see their different takes on the same thing.

Secret Past by Sylvia Ong:

I totally missed this one. I kinda get 15% of it. I guess. Some girl who discovers who her real mom / dad is. Or something. Also too many slow shots where the character moves out of the screen for me. Like I've said, I'm not patient.

Majidee by Azharr Rudin:

I would have liked this one if it didn't give me motion sickness.

I identified with the storyline, somewhat, and it was kinda interesting for me the way they did it, but they basically had the camera at about waist height at the back of the actor the whole way, pointing up towards his head, as he walks very fast from the bus station to the train station.

I got so dizzy at one point, whew. Then again, I've gotten motion sickness just playing on the swing before so.....It might just be me, really.

He gets approached by this guy who is all friendly like, asks for the time then walks along with him as they intro each other. Finally the guy asks him, at the train station, for money to go back to his hometown.

My main reaction was "what the fuck man, if you want people to know you're not a con, at least ask at the bus station and bum the ticket there". But it was interesting because this has happened to me before - but I didn't give the money to the guy.

Company of Mushrooms by Tan Chui Mui:

About a group of guys who are friends, talking about relationship and all that. One's a total prick, one's pussywhipped by his wife, one just got left by his wife, and the other one...owns cats.

I quite liked it really, and the prick made the movie really funny for me, because he reminds me of a much worse version of Ben, badly dressed.

[ And that was all ]

After that, bought a James Lee dvd at the door. I'd actually wanted a copy of the show that we watched, but it's not for sale yet. Ah well.

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After that, went with Kate to Bangsar Village to have dinner in Outback Steakhouse, because I was craving meat. Zedeck joined us later - turns out he wanted to meet Fip, who was breaking fast with her family. Whooops .

Zedeck is a very trippy boy to talk to, and watching him talk and kinda trail off, then forget what he was talking about in the first place, makes me realise why I get this "what the fuck are you talking about" looks so often, especially from Kate. Cause I do just that, I ramble then I forget what I was supposed to talk about (I'm sure examples are everywhere in this blog).

A magician came up to do tricks for us. He had everything Kate has in America The only trick to really impress me was this one with two brass containers, and he kept tapping out a column of coins from it.

Then I picked up the coins, turned it over, and saw that they were hollow. Man, I felt cheated.

Rip off magician At least get some of those cool magnet tricks mate. I saw him slipping stuff into his jeans all the time, he wasn't as discreet or fast as he should have been.

Zedeck managed to open this box thingie. We were told that we had 60 seconds to open the box, if we did, we got the RM45 inside. Zedeck fiddled, slid it open, and the magician was all...."Uhh...Yknow, that was over a minute". Like mate, no it wasn't, you started some 10 second countdown for Kate and I when time was up.

But hell. Then Fip arrived and got weirded out cause Zedeck wanted to meet her...She said it was like being a bug under examination . Heh, later on she will have a very funny dream involving me, Zedeck, and her levitating.

Zedeck left, we went to How&Why, this evil bookstore that has all these art magazines. I wish I could afford to buy all the IDN and Form magazines there. Along with some art and typography books. Also those on icons. And layout. And Japanese art (those fuckers are creative). Also European stuff (these fuckers have designs that are even more way out there).

In the end left with an issue of Creative Review because it has an interview with David Carson, along with a lil section on music related art. RM38, one of the cheaper magazines there.

Then we had Sangria at a place with a live band, before heading upstairs to play pool at this dyke-ish pool place. Sure enough, saw a whole group of lesbians we knew, met some new ones. We played foosball.

Wow, I never knew foosball could be so fun yeah. I really like it.

Headed home late to Fip's place. Woke up, was sent back home.

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Holy fuck, Nessa's mom might be getting a MECHANICAL BULL for the gym's 3rd anniversary! That rocks way too hardcore man, Aunt Lea is fricking cool.

.....I want a mechanical bull at home too......

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Fuck do I have to get to my assignment due tomorrow. Blog entry totally rushed through, no time for it to make sense yah!

Do any of you people know where I can get stuff printed in KL? At night, on top of that?

Written by lainie at 11:40 PM on October 9, 2005 in Rants.

*Takes deep breath*

ARGHHHH ARGHHHH ARGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

*Sighs*.

Here I go. Publicity for a site that doesn't deserve it.

[ Frustration Level pre-blogging: 120% ]

I go to The fucking Cicak, and the first thing I see is Pohsi's article "In Defense of theCICAK’s Editorial Policies" with this quote:

"The Society of Professional Journalists’ Code of Ethics says, “Support the open exchange of views, even views (we) find repugnant.”

There you go. That's their explanation and justification for putting up a badly written, most obnoxious article (which, might I add, has one of the most simple-minded interpretations of biology I have seen in a VERY long time) on why homosexuality is a no-no.

FUCK being tactful. FUCK being nice. FUCK being polite. Oh and fuck writing everything out in a nice lil email or comment because it does fuckall.

And FUCK, take a look at the FIRST THING in the BLOODY Code of Ethics:

"Test the accuracy of information from all sources and exercise care to avoid inadvertent error. Deliberate distortion is never permissible."

Something YOU, TENG POH SI, and I, both had drilled into us EVERYDAY of the JOURNALISTIC WORKSHOP that we went for.

And of course, right above the part of the code she quoted is this little nugget:

"Avoid stereotyping by race, gender, age, religion, ethnicity, geography, sexual orientation, disability, physical appearance or social status."

*does lil spastic dance*. Of course, Brats is run by The Star newspaper, which isn't fantanstically known for accurately quoting people (and don't even bloody try to challenge me on this one).

You know, this is exactly why I don't disagree with people who tell me BRATs are normally very annoying. Not because all BRATs ARE annoying, some of us turned out okay, but because it seems to attract a higher percentage of twats than the average society will. And even worse, BRATs are trained to write, so if you read a lot you're bound to end up at a BRAT's site sooner or later (you're at one now, though really, thanks to a few people I'd rather not be associated with this. Oh and THERE'S MORE TO LIFE AND JOURNALISM THAN CHARITY SUCKERSSS!).

You know, ONE guy who writes an antigay article, I can take. Really, I can. I highlight it in my blog, I laugh, I move on. There are much more crazy ass angry bigots out there, this article is just too self-righteous and probably won't make any pro-gay rights person read it and go, "Hey, Marc Jitab has a point!".

What gets to me, is that the editorial "we're so professionally run look at all our articles filled with thoughts and good grammar and big words with much punctuation" can put up that half assed written piece of crap, and THEN procede to fucking QUOTE the Code.

Please. Don't insult people who follow the code. I don't (I'm a blogger, not a journo), but if I did, DAMN if you're going to associate that with me.

Oh and while you're at it, I highlighted a lovely bit of the CODE you like so much yah, because I'm so helpful that way:

"Recognize that gathering and reporting information may cause harm or discomfort. Pursuit of the news is not a license for arrogance.

Oh and please, dear readers, I simply insist you download the MP3 and rape their bandwidth. Because you know why? I wasn't angry when I read the article, just disappointed. Then I downloaded the MP3 and lasers shot out of my tits.

This site must be great for Cadbury sales cause now I need chocolate too.

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Conversation with friend:

lazylany says:
shit i pissed off wei

Dancing in the Moonlight says:
why la sayang!

lazylany says:
thecicak.com has an mp3 download

Dancing in the Moonlight says:


ahhahahaha

[ See? I didn't even elaborate yet ]

lazylany says:
tiuniama to the max man

Dancing in the Moonlight says:
haha

Dancing in the Moonlight says:
relax my dearest

lazylany says:
Ai
that stupid gay article, NEVERMIND.

lazylany says:
the admin for that site

lazylany says:
Damn cipet man

Dancing in the Moonlight says:
no classes

Dancing in the Moonlight says:
assignments

lazylany says:
got

lazylany says:
but must get angry first

lazylany says:
then only got spirit to do my work.

Dear Cicak, on behalf of my horrible day filled with printers who don't know their job, bad traffic jams, lack of chocolate, Fip going back to Malacca and YOUR horrible post, here's a present for you:



Check out my flaming gay red face (pun intended).

I *was* going to put up a photo of me flipping you people off, but I think this is more fun. Oh, by the way, until your credibility is anywhere near okay, fuck y'all yeah. Shit, piss me off.

[ Frustration Level post-blogging: a simmering 20%]

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Some entertainment value:

Fip says:
oh my. geeg's having a field day blasting that editor

lazylany says:
she should

lazylany says:
that thing has uranus sized flaws

[Quote from Fip's convo with Geeg ]

my brain says:
and then after she has the long ass speech about how

my brain says:
oh you know

my brain says:
we need to monitor user comments so they dont become trashy

my brain says:
in the comments of that post

my brain says:
#

Oh! You’re so cute.

Comment by Jeremy — October 8, 2005 @ 1:09 pm

my brain says:
HAHAHAHAHAHHAAH

[ End The Geeg-iness Quote ]

lazylany says:
HAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAH

lazylany says:
that's going up in my blog

Written by lainie at 01:56 PM on October 10, 2005 in College, Daily Life.

Best page for links to art sites, EVER, at Popexperiment

Found Esao.net through them.

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This is probably the best poem that will be created on the 10th, October, 2005.

Lainie's poem of the day:

My pants smell,
What the hell,
Oh look, a bell.

I like gel,
I feel well,
Oh look, money!

*picks money up*

Yea that right there is art bay-beh. And screw whoever doesn't think so.

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I can't even skip classes when I try? I was going to forget about photography today, but class was cancelled instead.

Alfredo's class (that chocolate logo thing) was in the morning. I arrived 5 minutes early, and was shocked to see that 6 other students were already there. Like, fuck, I normally turn on the lights and a/c, go for a coffee, lounge around, message someone, then maybe Alfredo will show up.

[ Alfredo quite successfully intimidated the boys to coming for classes ]

Anyways, presentation went well. Alfredo said mine was okay, for my first try - and I received the least dissing, I guess.

Basically I already knew what criticisms I was gonna get, my grayscale version contrast wasn't high enough - I saved over the original version instead of the new one, and took it to the printers, so that was my fault, didn't notice till I came home. BnW version went down okay. He suggested some adjustments to my colour logo that I agree with, though I'd wanted to keep the black because glossy black looks cool like no other colour does on gloss. He wants a dark brown experiment. I'm trying to imagine it, but but but...black glossy -_-"

That man is scary, his eye spots stuff like bambambam. I've actually already made some of the adjustments he wanted me to do, a preemptive thingie, if you will, though it's really just obvious design flaws.

I couldn't get the final version printed out because the shops close early on Sunday and I don't own a printer, so I basically rushed the best I could do with limited time.

The printer guy yesterday nearly drove me nuts. I had in my thumbdrive for the 3 logos, 3 max compatibility PSD files, 3 pngs (just in case), and 3 typefaces I used (in OpenType and TrueType format).

For those who don't get it, I gave him everything he needed, short of installing the program and plugging in the printer for him.

I requested one A3, two A4 sized logos. Also, quite simply, "scale to media, no margins" which means, make it fit the paper, no white edges on at least 2 opposite sides.

It's not that hard. This is something you can do on any stupid ol printer, and I should know because I've owned many STUPID OLD printers.

What I got was a "Heh?" look when I ask for that. Then he doesn't know how to install the fonts and refuses to (fortunately it didn't pixellate MUCH).

The first sign that something was seriously wrong was when he pulled out this chart that lists the sizes of A3, A4 and so on. Er, shouldn't a printer guy be able to rattle off the basicest sizes from the top of his head?

[ Answer: Yes. More importantly, he didn't even need to know the sizes, because ticking the "scale to media" box would have done everything for him. ]

If I wasn't pressed for time I'd have flipped him off and tried to find another printing shop. Oh and the printing quality wasn't that great, I supplied my own paper.

Oh and he had to print so a few times cause he didn't align the paper properly. Le sigh. I need a more reputable shop to go to.

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Random thought: It would be so cool if I could rap. Not just rap, but rap like...I don't know, some big crunk / nigga / whateveritscalled type of thing. Then I'd starve myself small, wear demure cheongsams, go in front of people, pull some G-Unit pose and start rapping with my gold teeth showing up. Grab my non-existent but still very-much-there balls and move them around.

Actually, that really wouldn't be cool at all. Maybe I could use a lil furry bunny doll as my signature prop. Doesn't that sound so Japanese twisted? And I'd wear feathers too, with a tabla for that Asian touch of it all.

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I don't have Tuesdays off any longer. Some dude called James is gonna be teaching Advanced Digital Design. I'm kinda sorta looking forward to the class (it's the digital artgeek in me).

I'm scared of what programs I might need installed in my laptop though, I don't have the space to spare. At all.

Well I would if I didn't use up more than half my space for music and videos, but.....*weeps*....

Fuck, I don't think I can afford even the pirated copies of the software As it is, I've been vectoring in Photoshop cause I don't wanna spend money on Illustrator (which I probably will eventually need to).

Tthis is the one subject that will hit my ego the hardest if I can't keep up with it. I admit it. Beyond Photoshop, my proficiency is very low for other programs. We're learning together, but it will basically STOMP my ego down if I can't learn fast enough.

My comfort zone says Photoshop CS2, right in the middle.

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For the colour stupid, here's a nifty lil colour palette generator.

Written by lainie at 12:07 AM on October 11, 2005 in Rants, Daily Life.

Hit logging for tabulas has been temporarily suspended, so everytime I check my hit counts, it's stuck at 12 hits. It's kinda weird cause I've never seen it that low before. Maybe when I started blogging.

Anyhoo: Colour Bnw grayscale



This is the result of some tweaking of the logo (Alfredo pointed out I could just align the text using paths, I'm one of those typical Photoshoppers not comfy with paths but now it's all cool). I tweaked the kerning for chocolatier between some letters just a lil bit, I wasn't entirely sure how to even it out so I just kinda went for something that looked okay-er than before.

[ Awww....fuck I just realised I forgot to do the kerning for Noire, so now there's that stupid space there. I KNEW I'd forget to do something before emailing him this pic. ]

I keep thinking the oranges and yellows look too muddish for me. It's a Tweak-in-Process kinda thing now. Just waiting to see if Alfredo approves of the typeface.

Man, getting decent, free serif typefaces are so difficult. Instead you get about 20 obnoxious looking decorative type under "Serif fonts" just cause they have some super long swash sticking out of the letter A.

[ Do the world a favour: NO ONE needs your decorative typeface that looks like butt dribbling on a plate, okay? Lainie is disgruntled, yes she knows. ]

I have to come up with 5 designs, each a set of personalised company letterhead, envelope and business cards. Also, type of paper. By next Monday. Oh, by the way, I can give myself any position in the company, yeay ego feeding time!

Oh my life has been reduced to such extremely small thrills.

Actually, I like this class because now that the boys are starting to attend it, I get to see more ideas. I like...uhh...raping ideas? No that's not it. I can't really describe it. I like making them really nice / awful in my imagination.

It's kinda sad that I'm actually way way wayyyyy more talented at making a logo look more awful in my mind.

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I. Need. To. Thread. My. Eyebrows. I look like I have 4, for heaven's sake. Any more and I'll need a separate comb for them.

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Reading the latest issue of KLUE. I opened up to this page on book recommendations first, and being me, read from last to first. Anyhow, the first thing I read in the whole bloody magazine is....."A Stagerring Work of Heartbreaking Genius"

First of all. It's "staggering". Second of all, the pic of book cover right next to that says "A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius".

Sooo.........either there's a mistake there and KLUE just made a pretty bad impression on me (cmon, first sentence I read off the magazine), or the book has two titles (in which case, show the pic with the title cited, dammit).

Then....I don't get it. I see a some mentions on how. Lessee if I can get this right (everything taken from KLUE's Issue 84 Oct 2005 copy then bastardised).

National Film Development Corporation (FINAS) has a new head, and the dude said "You can make films in other languages, we don't restrict that, but they cannot be considered as 'national films'"

By the way, this issue has been resolved (whatever that means, doesn't get into detail here, I'll only assume that the whole thing doesn't apply anymore).

One of the problems: Not considered national film = Not eligible for entertainment tax rebate offered for local films.

....So if it's not a film that uses the Malay language, it's not Malaysian?

I have trouble understanding that, really I do.

I speak English all the time, does that mean I don't count as Malaysian? Is my blog not Malaysian? How about all my fellow bloggers? Unpatriotic buggers, the lot of us, then? Just because we don't speak the national language as often as some others?

Would you like to be locked alone in a room with me, you tied up, me armed, and if you say I'm not Malaysian enough because I don't speak Malay.....Would you trust me not to get angry, to say "yeah, you're totally right there" and not to get violent if I could get away with anything?

OFBLOODYCOURSENOT. Well, I hope not anyway, otherwise aren't you glad natural selection doesn't apply as much now?

[ Just realised exactly how violent I sound. World peace yo *V hand signal*. ]

See that's what I don't get. Sepet is a very Malaysian film. You're gonna hear a hell lotta dialects in there. That's one of the things that makes it so damn local yeah, EVERYONE gets a say, not just one language / race.

[ Fine, that was OTT, not EVERYONE gets a say, but you still get a a variety ]

How the HELL did they come up with that idea? Pahpahpah! Not national film, my big arse. Resolved. Hmmm. *mutter*stupid idea to begin with*mutter*

What the heck is with all the insecurity over being a Malaysian anyway? Jeeeeeeeeeeesus.

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Does the weather have to be so craptastically hot?

I should really be working on my CD Studio assignment.

I think I'm stuck in a rut.

Fuckety.

Written by lainie at 01:22 PM on October 11, 2005 in Daily Life, Arty stuff.

Yesterday when I got into the cab I immediately recognised the cabbie as the guy who brought me home from college the other day. We had a lil chat, he was saying he saw two tall African looking guys purposely bumping into a girl on the street just to disturb her, before walking off, and if they'd tried to do anything else, he'd have used his taxi to run over them - because you don't do that shit in Malaysia.

But apparently, running over people you disapprove of is cool . Actually he was just pissed cause the girl lost her balance when the boys did that and almost fell.

Cabbies, the ones who don't try to rip you off with super fast ticking meters, taking longer routes, or charging you ridiculous flat rates....They're pretty cool to talk to. They listen to the radio all day, gather opinions from their passengers, and are usually quiiiiiiite good at getting their message across in whatever language they speak (must be all the practice talking and listening to talk radio).

I wonder what would happen if he was....yknow, a politician. Maybe not. Most cabbies I meet LOVE MALAYSIA.....but hate the government. Then again, I should take into consideration that those content with the government aren't likely to start up a whole conversation on exactly WHY we should love it.

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I stayed up late last night, but instead of working on my assignment, I was making assy Photoshops of my photos in Friendster. Some are seriouuuuuuuuuusly ugly now that I'm done with them. I had heaps of fun though.

Admit it, half of us girls probably tried to make ourselves look prettier and our friends look stupid, the first time we installed Photoshop. The other half was busy making gothy, grungy looking photos.

My world is very simple sometimes.

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A sketchy thing I made of a slightly gayish looking guy at Artpad.

Check it out

It's a flash video, so it'll show you how I draw and stuff. You can skip straight to the end. I may have god knows how many art programs in my comp, but none are as fun as this.

Fun fun fun. You draw something too! Right I'm off to get ready for college.

Written by lainie at 08:22 PM on October 11, 2005 in College, Music.

Message to mother:

"I have one strand, super long white hair growing above my right elbow"

Message from mother:

"I have one below my right knee, compare lengths on Saturday".

My granduncle's birthday dinner is on Saturday and I'll probably have to head back and do my lil family duties.

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Just came back from my first class of Digital Design. DAMN TAK BOLEH OKAY.

[ Tak boleh: Cannot do ]

My replacement lecturer, James, confused the entire class. Also, we seem to be concentrating on concept and logo ideas (things we learn in Alfredo and MeiFei's class). We're actually supposed to learn how to use software to create images and layouts for stuff like magazines, cd covers and booklets, posters, billboards.

Layouts, and the software. Instead, he's making us come up with ideas? I mean, Alfredo didn't even make us do that, he just told us what company we'd be doing, what the concept of the company was, now do what you're supposed to learn in my class which is make a logo, GITGITGITGO!

And MeiFei concentrates more on ideas, and layouts.

This digital class, is supposed to teach us the advanced techniques on using InDesign, Photoshop and Illustrator, which we did not discuss at all. What's the point?

James looks like a nice guy, and I feel sorry for him because his first class made such a bad impression on all of us. I'm kinda spoilt by Cenfad now, I expect lecturers to know exactly what they want to teach, what assignment deadlines they have, and a timeline.

This guy started off discussions on topics that won't even be taught this semester, that's how confusing it is. Then we tried to come up with a concept (initial plan, indie arts scene). He kept throwing us ideas, like putting all the ingredients on a plate and then saying "There, cook me something".

In that case, we might as well just be given the project, and we'll concentrate on MAKING IT HAPPEN. Instead of creating one project by ourselves, 3 weeks short of time. So now James wants to cut out some of the stuff like the CD booklet, I think.

We're split up into two groups, each group has to come up with one concept, and everyone does their own version of the concept. Simple, right? But wait, now he wants all our concepts to look the same, so that they can be added together for a final poster. (????). At least I'm happy with my group.

Then when we finally narrow down our concept and ideas, he'll start introducing new stuff. Like, hey, maybe you could add this to tickets. Maybe this, maybe that, perhaps this suggestion. And he's not sticking to one subject, he'd jump from interactive CD to poster, to logo design. He's so iffy. And the whole thing is, I don't feel this whole thing is even a big part of the class. It was SO frustrating.

We still don't know what he wants next week. Pah. While he was confusing my group I was thinking "Right! I can work with this! Mental challenge!".

About five minutes later:

"Right! This is a bit confusing, but I can do it!

Ten minutes later:

"Right! Losing track of what he wants! Make suggestions and see reactions to gauge where this whole thing is going!"

By the end:

"Right! I hope the four boys know what's going on cause I don't know what I'm writing anymore!"

I thought I was the only one who was confused, but while I was in the canteen, drink in hand, I turned around and there they were, starting to complain that they had no fricking idea what the hell James wanted. And I thought I was just being too stupid for class or something.

This is my lecturer in Advanced Digital Design, the class I've been looking forward to for the next two semesters? :/

Bee commented that today was a waste of everyone's time, and I can't help but agree.

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We're gonna scrap the indiescenes idea and go for my groupmate Latif's indie movie "Drive Thru. So yeah, campaign stuffies for it, including CD cover, poster...brochure, ticket....something...other....I don't know...billboard.

[ Comepletely unrelated, but I love that shade of green in the guy's tshirt ]

You might as well check Drive Thru out, since you're gonna be hearing about it every so often now. There's a preview, though the sound was a bit jarring for me (probably edited by now). He's gonna be entering it into the Malaysian Video Awards Festival.

MVA has a videos page, am downloading an animation video now. I kinda am interested in animation, but we'll see. I'll probably need to work during my holidays to save up for 2nd semester spending money, so maybe won't have time.

I was actually gonna suggest Ben's new project Disarseter Records, because I can get my hands on resources, and it'll probably have a very fun, straightforward image. But hey, with Latif's short we should have even less problems getting what we need.

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Who wants to listen to college radio darlings The Burdocks? Well? I'm not putting up links just cause I occasionally like blue, underlined words in my blog yknow. CLICK IT, go to the music section, and download a song or two.

Indie rock. Oh while I'm at it, The Tragedies.

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Anyone wanna suggest some local bands to me? Or do any of them have new stuff out? Ack, I have so many assignments to hand in tomorrow it's obnoxious.

Written by lainie at 10:48 PM on October 11, 2005 in Links / Email.

I just realised that the html tags for bold and italics...

If we could combine the two of them in one tag, and call it <bi>, it'd be...BI. Heh...two, bold italic, BI? Get it? Heh. Get it?....*smile fades away*.

God that was so cheesy I'd expect it from Daph, not me. Never mind.

Anyways, YES I've changed the site layout that itsy nitsy littlest bit. Also changed site name to *points up*

 

Lainie: artword addict. . That is all.

ps: Any chance you bloggers changing your links then?

Written by lainie at 06:56 PM on October 12, 2005 in College, Rants, Daily Life.

Lainie and Vanessa's MusicBlog has been updated with a few entries.

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I think a lot of people hallelujahing The Cicak's post that I dissed recently are missing an essential point.

Freedom of speech, yes. Did it cross your goddamned MINDS that with this wonderful concept of being able to say anything you'd like, comes some degree of responsibility as well, especially if you're selling yourself as a platform of thoughts?

At the very least, some well thought out stuff? Because as the comments I read have highlighted, some people read without thinking stuff through by themselves (and I partly blame the "spoonfeed the children" mentality our schools have) so......oh god you people frustrate me I'm not gonna bother.

Oh TheCicak is all serious and stuff, I don't need to analyse what's written here. But wait, KENNYSIA AND XIAXUE HOW DARE YOU SAY blablablabla.

It's amazing how much more thoughts you readers put into blogs mainly aimed at making you laugh, and just accept what's given to you at a site that's supposed to make you think. Cibai.

if Kennysia and Xiaxue say something stupid, BAM TWO HUNDRED ANGRY COMMENTS.

if TheCicak says something stupid, "Congratulations, well done, so flippin fantastic that you dare to be controversial".

[ Oh please, some controversy really is not that scary to adopt. AT ALL. ]

Oh it's so fantastic that you're willing to deal with the issues that the media won't. WHAT THE FUCK? The flack aimed at that site was not regarding the anti-gay message, BUT the way the anti-gay message was written. Can you understand the difference?

Do you see me continuously dissing any other ONE SITE for an anti-gay article? No. It's not like I can't find it. My blog is a pretty good example of what kinda links mole I am, if an underlined hypertext link is out there, I will find it eventually.

But you don't get it. Pah. And if you still don't get it by this sentence, and you can't be bothered to think why it's made so many people, straight, gay, in-between, otherworld, and whatever so pissed off, you'll NEVER get it, will you?

I'm gonna quit talking about them now. Thank god kenny and xiaxue have way more readers than The*bleep*.

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As mentioned earlier, will be doing an assignment based on Latif's short film. I'd been a lil bit iffy about doing his film in the beginning because I have the impression that most auteurs are veeeeeeery touchy / sensitive about their work.

Actually, you could safely say I'm under the impression most artsy fartsy people are somewhat more touchy / sensitve / emo driven than usual. Some people just -NEED- to stop emoting.

Then Latif says "Drive Thru" is his first short film. *Smacks forehead*. Then he said debuts are like the director's baby. *Double smacks forehead*. That's really what I was iffy about.

He said he had problems in getting Burger King to allow them to shoot there, which barely, if at all, surprised me. Jeebus, it'll be a bit strange if all these international chains didn't mind you associating their brand name and image with your indie film.

It's kinda cool though, he really likes indie films, and we share some movies in common. Any guy that likes a Kevin Smith movie is okay by me .

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I've been tossing around some ideas in my head for a comicky thingie that will probably never happen anywhere else but in my mind.

This somehow led to me loking up designs by Nicolas Ghesquiere. My god, I'd never heard of him before (I'm mega fashion n00b), but it's like that man took the essence of picassonerd -bikerchick- kittyangel -almostandro -sexiness, mixed it with LOTS of art, and transformed it into clothes [ Balenciaga fashion shows, anyone? ].

Just flipping through different fashion seasons pumped me with so many ideas my comicky thing flew CLEAR off track. I swear, you CANNOT keep a storyline with it's looks and fashion on the path you planned while looking at the pictures.

I don't like everything there, only a few from each collection, but DAMN. When the lines are sexy, they are sexy.

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Class today was so painfully slow because I was extremely sleepy. Let's just say the work is piling up a lot faster now.

Tired cause I had a full day in college, then walked 20 minutes to Low Yat, spent another 20 minutes looking for CDs of fonts to buy (assignment stuff), and then walked home from there. Couldn't get a cab.

So tired.

Will feel like killing myself if I don't have the fonts I need on those stupid CDs. Not too optimistic because typeface on covers looked amateurish, at best.

Written by lainie at 09:40 PM on October 12, 2005 in College, Daily Life.

Dilemma.

Laptop very low on space (too broke to buy any additional hardware).

in My Videos folder: 451Mb of videos I refuse to delete because of a certain someone in the L Word.

NOOOOO DON'T MAKE ME DO IT!

I've been....uhhh....Browsing through the videos..Just in case any of them are deletable. Well....two hours later, here I am with...Yknow 451Mb of videos.

[ Celebrity crushes are *so* not cool. I feel like such a prat, this sounds so unhealthy. ]

Aw fuckety, Creative Writing tomorrow, no conflict to write about. Where the hell have I stashed my emo feelings?

Oh and I want shoes with checks. Yes I doooo.

[ Edit: 456Mb, just don't ask. ]

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I just wrote out my Creative Writing assignment. I figured since I did psycho grandma from hell, then pimp granddad, hierarchy-wise it'll be my dad's turn (he's older than my ma).

And since I'm kinda bored of describing my family members in writing, I didn't even bother to list out much about my dad. It's a personal monologue anyway, which means writing the way I talk (I hope), which means lazy writing is okay, yeay!

So yeah, I wrote it out like I was whining to Rach again about how useless my father is, especially when she comes home from London and I'm hanging around with her all the time and I can see the vastly different worlds our dads come from.

Rach is like my super confidant. I mean, I tell my friends everything, but Rach and I just end up talking about stuff more, and we both feel better end of the day.

I only have Wordpad, I have no idea how long my monologue is, no word count. -_-"

Eh, can't be facked.

Written by lainie at 06:58 PM on October 13, 2005 in College, Daily Life, Friends.

I just realised why my jeans made of soft material always become holey at the groin area. It's not cause my hands are constantly scratching my poon, or that I'm busy rybbing myself against random inanimate objects.

It's that I wear them at home, unbuttoned, so it goes a bit lower, then I sit like a guy with my feet propped on the lil feet-propping parts at the bottom of the table so....Yeah, I just heard a small ripping sound. This is my favourite pair too.

Fuck. I wonder how long I can get away with wearing jeans with holes in them? Iszie said she buys a few pairs of pants she likes at a go. I really see the logic.

Oh yes, Iszie. DAMN. Talked up a storm with her today. Yammeryammeryammer, if words could be turned into objects, our discussion could probably be assembled into a car.

[ Sorry, that was random, it isn't related to anything ]

Turns out besides her boyfriend Zedeck, we know one more person - TEI! Fricking Tei. Cause I wanted to tell Iszie that Tei, Supa Lova Lova Girl, has this "hair theory", where you can probably tell if a girl is gay or not by her hair.

Apparently gayish girls always have, to some extent, weirdish / messy hair. Which in my social circle is kinda true, except for a few femme / bicurious exceptions.

I just started with "This friend of mine, Tei, has a hair theory" and Iszie goes "TEI? You know TEI?". Like yeah, I know a few people called Tei.

[ Clarification: Tei is not really...Tei's name. It stands for The Eurasian Invasion, something Fip coined from Tei's MSN nick ]

Turns out it IS Tei. *Waggles finger at Tei* Woman you get around too much. The girl I wanted to throw a harem of girls at (scroll to later part of blog), if you recall.

Ohhhhh...blogging about Tei just reminded me of why someone in college looks so overly familiar. Tei made us go for that Mini-O thing at Aero, and I think this college girl was there too. Shaggy hair, ei?

Or maybe I'm just seeing lesbians everywhere. My gaydar is too eager to beep. If I walked past a group of Catholic nuns right now, I'd probably go deaf.

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Right. Creative Writing. It was kinda slow today because we all had to hand in and discuss our monologue one by one. I spent most of the time reading Bernice's book on monologues for women.

Noticed she got the book same place I get cheap books on plays and stuff (Pay Less Books - mine is the Ampang Park branch).

Anyhoo, read some really interesting stuff in there. A monologue excerpt from Blood Moon, by Nicholas somebody. Horn? I made a few people read the introductory paragraph, just cause I liked it THAT much.

Girl gets raped by guy she knows. Aborts the baby, freezes the foetus, one year later, cuts it up into lil pieces, invites guy and his dad over for dinner, and serves it to them.

Now if that is not a fantastic way to get back at rape.....................Oh it just is. Maybe not from a foetus' point of view, but heck. My monologue went okay, but now Bernice wants me to write about myself.

[ Pause ]

Well, obviously I'm facking great at blabbing about myself, I have an entire blog dedicated to it, right? The problem is she wants me to "dig deep and write something serious". I pointed out to her that digging deeper would probably only reveal the inner ass in me.

Oh well. I will try. Conflict. Need conflict.

[ Update: I can't believe I forgot. As I was leaving the class, Bernice mentioned that she "stumbled upon" my blog. HMMMM. Either Zedeck is gonna get whacked soon, or Google.

I suppose I shouldn't complain, unless I use like, complex pseudonyms or whatever. It's a good thing I liked that class and didn't have anything to whine about. Uh. The whole I-think-she's-hot part is semi weird though ]

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Sleepy. Semi delirious. Did not understand much of what's going on today. Oh yes, cabbie.

Got some weird cabbie who speaks English, but insisted on taking every jammed up left lane and STAYING there, even after I repeatedly say I wanna turn right. Then he'll switch lanes, and try to go back into the left lane, knowing full well I wanna travel on that nice, empty lane on our RIGHT.

What the fuck man.

Then he got me home and I gave him RM6 (cab meter said RM5.30, which is ridiculous cause it's never gone up that high before). He insisted I give him RM7. I said "Pfffffffffft" and got out of the cab.

I think he's senile.

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" ill be pretty free with noone to sit with and 'touch balls' (apparently there is a spanish phrase that means 'to do nothing' and is directly translated as 'to touch balls')"

Rano, shame on you. How could you forget about our lil phrase of "Banging balls"?

Anyhoo, balls is the perfect cuss word without really being a cuss word. Like, work sucked banana balls. or...BALLS YOU LIAR. Get your ballsy face outta here.

Balls balls balls balls. If I have a son I'm naming him Balls.

Need to nap before dinner. Ciaoest people.

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Update: Ack, didn't get to nap. Cenfad is sucking my sleepy times away from meeeeeeeeee.

Aunt just popped in to ask if I'd like "Beetroot and carrot juice". And she actually seems surprised that I looked just as disgusted as my uncle did at the suggestion.

Beetroot? What the fuck man, that's GHASTLY.

They're taking the hobbits to Isengard!. Facking addictive song that makes me laugh, and it's done up totally brill.

Cheers Justine!

Written by lainie at 11:45 PM on October 13, 2005 in Rants.

I just realised even with the Usenet link, this requires a disclaimer:

ATTENTION PLEASE, for the love of god sharp HB pencils, do NOT trust everything that comes up from a Usenet site.

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Through Usenetbot:

SINGAPORE: Jailed blogger Koh has corrupted homosexual connection

October 10, 2005

On Friday, A Singapore court sentenced two ethnic Chinese to prison for
posting racist remarks on the internet.

Animal shelter worker Benjamin Koh Song Huat, 27, was jailed for one
month. Separately, unemployed Nicholas Lim Yew, 25, was sentenced to a nominal prison term of one day and fined the maximum 5,000 Singapore dollars ($2,969) for racist comments against the minority Malays.

Koh was sighted walking into the court, accompanied by his lawyer and a 29-year-old Malay friend named Hisham Abu Bakar.

It was believed that Hisham might have abetted or indirectly influenced
Koh in posting racist remarks.

According to highly-confidential sources, Hisham is a notorious gay
figure who actively indulge in gay society and activities. Ironically,
he has developed a twisted mindset of self-neglection that is hate
against his own race.

Nicknamed Juz_Guy in internet chatrooms, Hisham has an overwhelming
sexual lust for Chinese males. Sweet words of clean friendship and
promises of loving relationship, often eventually lure his victims into
perverted secrecy.

A number of young males were violated by Hisham's game of deceit and
promiscuity. Some of them last recalled Hisham's residence at the tenth
floor of Blk 135 Rivervale St.

They cried in silence as none dared to come forth to the police, for
fear of being similarly charged or parents' dismay.

Gay sexual activities on the internet, pubs and saunas are more vibrant
till today. As the government systematically conceal such facts from
the public, more underaged males will continue to be violated silently.

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[ Pause ]

I'm extremely confused by the last few paragraphs. Let's see what we have here:

" Hisham's game of deceit and promiscuity"

"They cried in silence"

" more underaged males will continue to be violated silently"

Right. When you think about it, it's PROBABLY (and I wouldn't have the facts here yeah, just a guessing game) a situation of gay guy dates Hashim, Hashim isn't into monogamy, guy feels screwed over / used.

But the way this whole news thing is written, it's more like there's some sinister "gay agenda" (sike to the guy who used those words first) to seduce innocent, previously straight men, use them, and leave them broken hearted.

I mean....who would publish something as idiotic as this (TheLizard, double sike)? Useless piece of writing. No research, sweeping statements, tied in with other things to make it look realer.

Ya get what I mean?

*Shrug*. Is this shit real? Anyone got news on this? Mega hoax? Or is there REALLY some pseudo intellectual site that published this? Someone tell me. My Googling turned up nada so far.

Singaporeans? Oh wait, none of you read my site.

Written by lainie at 12:13 AM on October 14, 2005 in College, Daily Life.

Digi Prepaid MTV Powerpack presents ~
Gruesome Halloween Face Painting Competition
2005. The trill begins this 29th October 2005.

1st Prize Winner

Nokia 6681 Hand Phone worth RM 2,000
Wella Hamper & Cash Voucher worth RM 1,500
Genting Hotel Accommodation worth RM 350
20 GSC movie passes worth RM 200
Beach Club Cafe Food Cash Voucher worth RM
300
Complimentary 1 bottle of HYNOTIQ worth RM 300
Special Effect Workshop worth RM 1,000

2nd Prize Winner

Nokia 6170 Hand Phone worth RM 1,200
Wella Hamper & Cash Voucher worth RM 800
Genting Resort Hotel Accommodation worth RM
250
15 GSC movie passes worth RM 150
Beach Club Cafe Food Cash Voucher worth RM
200
Complimentary 1 bottle of HYNOTIQ worth RM 300
Special Effect Workshop worth RM 1,000

3rd Prize Winner

Nokia 6101 Hand Phone worth RM 800
Wella Hamper & Cash Voucher worth RM 500
First World Hotel Accommodation worth RM 150
10 GSC movie passes worth RM 100
Beach Club Cafe Food Cash Voucher worth RM
100
Complimentary 1 bottle of HYNOTIQ worth RM 300
Special Effect Workshop worth RM 1,000

Best Model Performance
Hand phone worth RM 350
Beach Club Cafe Food Cash Voucher worth RM 50

Most Creative Make-Up
5 GSC movie passes worth RM 50
Beach Club Cafe Food Cash Voucher worth RM 50

Any one interested, pls contact:
Vivien @ 012-369 1991

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Josie asked me to put this up, because having your Halloween events pimped out through a gay blog is the sine qua non of parties, darling, didn't you know?

Just kidding.

So. Yeah. Which one of you fuckers wanna be painted like a pussy scary Werewolf (oooh, sexy) on your face?

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Called Tei last night to invite her out for tonight. Poor girl has to be in Penang working. The one weekend she has to get out of the state for work and it's like someone opened the floodgates to "Invite Tei to happening social events with models, free flow alcohol, friends and parties" night. Well, my invitation only went as far as friends

She listed out the invitations she got this weekend.

Let's just say I had a VERY good laugh at how much this is gonna hurt.

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I'm listening to Le Tigre's Hot Topic. There's this band they mention in there called "The Butchies".

*Bites lips down very long time*.

I'm bursting with stupid, not very witty quips, but why does it feel so goddamned politically incorrect? I normally don't give a shit too. I wonder if they called themselves The Butchies just cause they're butch, or cause they're one of those "WE'RE RECLAIMING WORDS" people.

Cause I think people who reclaim words are wasting their time. If you don't think it's bad, that's it. Enough. Don't make it such a job to show a word sound good, it just makes the derogatory side of it stark. Even if you're a singer, use it the way you regularly would, not force it on people. I mean, my friends call me Cina and Chink, and I've never thought of it as derogatory in any way.

Which is a good thing, cause I don't think I can stop them. Some of the stupid nicknames I could do without though.

HMMMMMMM.....I just downloaded a video