There is something wrong with the blog updating page. I will attribute it to my lack of updates, but I'm lying. Again. There really is nothing to update about my life, except that I got a new blog layout.

Check it out, you guys.

It's one of the templates that Blogger has, but pretend, just for a minute, that it's a shining new star.

OK. So does anyone have the heart to make me a new layout, or point me in the direction of new layouts? I am not begging, but I will bribe you with the promise that I will update this blog more, because supposedly someone refreshes my blog every two minutes, and supposedly someone cares about my updates.

EDIT: Holy shit I realised the new layout got rid of ALL OF MY LINKS. Awesome. -_-

One soggy fry

HELLO MA LOVELIES.

I am almost graduated.

Which means that I will be updating this thing more. I owe you, bloggerina, A TON OF UPDATES. That includes:

1. Australia photos!
2. Art
3. MUSIC REC!

Yay! To show my sincerity, here's a picture of Lord of the Fries.



FOR YOU A (if you're reading this still) ALL FOR YOU~~~ sorry I took so long! I'm uploading them for you right now. *kicks YSI because it's taking far too long*

I complain too much II

I've been feeling a real urge to update lately. Lately as in, yesterday and today. This urge comes at a most unfortunate time, unfortunate as in, school and homework.

Sometimes I want to type these really emo entries, emo entries that will make people cringe and never acknowledge me as their friend again. But I stop myself because that thought scares me, and also the fact of slipping into self-indulgent hell is addictive as it is disastrous. I don't mean emo entries in the likes of Livejournal, I mean something more cataclysmic than that, more terrible, more awe-inspiring, like the stars of heaven crashing to Earth, the explosive heartbeat of fireworks in the starry night sky, the pulse of my heart as it whirls in the flames of fire...

Also there is an ad on the local internet that is really BUGGING THE HELL OUT OF ME.

Sometimes my mouse scrolls over this random ad, and I swear to GOD, this ad speaks to me.

So I'm scrolling over the page, my mouse touches an ad space, and in the middle of the night when all is deathly silent I hear a cry.

"NASI LEMAK."

This wouldn't have been so bad if the night, you know, wasn't so deathly silent.

Or if I'm listening to an emo song and we have gotten to the part where the character lay on the floor bruised and bleeding and broken and suddenly in the distant background you hear the echoes of a hoarse middle-aged man:

"NASI LEMAK."

No kidding. Nasi Lemak totally said in the voice of a hoarse middle-aged man who sounded like he ate too much Nasi Lemak.

Is this how advertisers decide on their ad?

COMPANY TO AD AGENCY: We want you to advertise our Nasi Lemak.
AD AGENCY: No prob. Now we need you to tell us your unique selling point.
COMPANY: Huh? As in why our Nasi Lemak so nice?
AD AGENCY: Yes.
COMPANY: Should be the sambal la... specially pounded by middle-aged workers in a dusty factory somewhere in Joo Koon...
AD AGENCY: Oh, oh! I just got struck by Bright Idea! We shall give you... a middle-aged man.
COMPANY: What.
AD AGENCY: A hoarse middle-aged man. After eating your sambal. Geddit?

The most annoying thing is that the ad appears everywhere that I am. I thought I had ridden myself of it after closing OneManga, only to open Dictionary.com to hear the same voice again. The first time I heard it I wondered if I had done something terribly wrong in a past life to warrant random people shouting Nasi Lemak into my ear. The second time it happened I assumed I was a goner. The third time, I decided I'd rather die in a locked room listening to rap the whole day.

No... just kidding. I'd rather not.

But still, that is one irritating ad. And I'm not quite sure what the advertisers are trying to achieve by bugging the hell out of their consumers, ie. me, a statistic that represents the entire consumer conglomerate.

The Creative License, Danny Gregory

Australia post coming soon. I should make updating my blog my mid-year resolution, but nowadays it seems like I have no motivation to blog.

Besides that and screwing up piano, I am fine and dandy thank you. I have recently taken to eating a lot of fries, which apart from making for an extremely mind-boggling hobby, is probably also very destructive to my general well-being. Henceforth, my other mid-year resolution is to stop eating fries, or if that doesn't work, I resolve to eat less fries or to curb the craving by dowsing myself with cups of Chinese herbal tea.

There's a book, it's called 'The Creative License' by Danny Gregory that I recommend everyone, old and young and hungry, to check out. A long time ago, when the moon was rounder and people waxed lyrical, I had a poly lecturer and he was called Mr L, and he recommended us the book in class one day.

But don't mix up your facts people, because I found the book first in Kino, and I discovered the awesomeness way before Christopher Columbus discovered America and people migrated over in search of gold and a boy called Danny Gregory was born who grew into a man and wrote a book called the Creative License which, by the way, you should really check out.

All I am saying is: I discovered the book way before Mr L told us about it!

I have, obvs, the powers of foresight.

Anyhow, it's a great book that has none of them funny jargons and all of them awesome pictures. It's also an extremely fun book to have, especially one about creativity, because everyone knows creativity is about awesome pictures.

Here's an image of the cover:



Say it with me: I Steal Images from Google... Continuously!

Ho Hum. For a better review, you should probably check out Amazon.

Okay, that is all. I have decided... I have a sudden craving for fries! Wow! Never had one of those before! Brb!

Here bloggy bloggy, here bloggy bloggy

HELLOOOO BLOG I'm really sorry to have neglected you I will attribute the lack of updates to my wholly boring life and the creative rut that I've gotten stuck in that I haven't had anything exciting enough to write Tom Dick and Harry about. Now that was a long run-on sentence and I'm happy to get it out of my system!

One of the worst ways to destroy your inspiration is to lock yourself up in a room for a week, and attempt to make the best out of it by drawing. I did try that for a couple of weeks, and by the end of everything I was sure every last drop of creativity out of me had been sapped dry as a sea sponge, and I probably couldn't laugh at a Russell Peters joke even if I tried.

I have decided that I will seriously blog about anything here, be it random thoughts, anime, rants, art updates, blah blah blah. By the way anyone reading this right now should go visit my DeviantArt and watched it like you've never watched a Deviantart before.

I've decided that life often surprises you in ways that you don't expect it to, even if you've turned it upside-down, inside-out, pondered all cracks and corners and predicted every inch of its details. It's often when you're least expecting it or when you think you've given up that something turns it around and twists it back to you, and you decide that the best and possibly the only way that your life should run is its natural and most unassuming course. :)

Haha.

I was supposed to post a Twilight review but lately all I have been doing is being lazy and not updating my blog.

So a short one: Twilight proves that in the 21st century cheese remains sellable, and that girls (me included) will pay anything to have their fantasies fulfilled, including but are not limited to being dominated by bloodsucking control freak.

Also, also. I've watched Robert Pattinson in Harry Potter and I think he's the worst Edward Cullen. EVER. My cynicism is proven correct yesterday.

I am slowly and surely mending my broken relationship with art.





Me thinks this could work as a postcard. Yes, no, very yes?

Assignment, oo la la.

What's interesting about an art history assignment is that you get to see the different styles of artists over a long span of time.

What's not interesting about an art history assignment is that it's an assignment.

My nose's reaction to this over time is incessant, prolonged itching.