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Monday, November 8, 2010
GETTING OFF MY LAZINESS HAI HAI
Friend posted this on fb. I thought it was funny and sad.. Although what this video outlines doesn't actually point to someone being a "Shitty artist" (more like "how to tell if someone still has a lot to learn".. this felt more like some random ranting about how they're sick of seeing unprofessional artists /swt), I think it points out bad flaws and habits with my drawing practices.. >_________>
Out of the 50, I'm going to make a list to gradually cross off.. Hopefully in the future, they won't apply anymore D8
04. They always draw heads and faces.
05. Their characters always face the same way.
06. The proportion is awful.
07. Every character looks the same.
08. They draw same faces with different hairs.
09. The characters' angle and direction are very odd.
13. They always draw one character. (no more than two characters in a single canvas)
14. They always draw characters in the same angle.
15. All of their characters have the same facial expressions.
16. Static and passive poses. They can't draw characters in dynamic poses.
17. They never draw feet.
18. They can't draw figures from high or low angles.
20. A shitty figure drawing in dynamic pose can be turned into a 4th Dimensional abstract. (I LIKE THIS ONE, LOL.)
21. Same characters looks totally different when it is drawn in different angle or direction.
24. They don't know how to draw old people.
25. They don't know how to draw hands. (.. still not confident in this area..)
27. The idea sketch is professional but actual quality is shitty.
29. Their works are always asymmetrical. (.. wha?.. will work on that anyway..)
31. Rough sketch = Finished piece
40. They are not patient enough to practice.
43. They are more than willing to draw but they lose the spirit so easily.
45. They draw once a month or even once a year.
48. They don't have faith in themselves.
Out of the 50, I'm going to make a list to gradually cross off.. Hopefully in the future, they won't apply anymore D8
04. They always draw heads and faces.
05. Their characters always face the same way.
06. The proportion is awful.
07. Every character looks the same.
08. They draw same faces with different hairs.
09. The characters' angle and direction are very odd.
13. They always draw one character. (no more than two characters in a single canvas)
14. They always draw characters in the same angle.
15. All of their characters have the same facial expressions.
16. Static and passive poses. They can't draw characters in dynamic poses.
17. They never draw feet.
18. They can't draw figures from high or low angles.
20. A shitty figure drawing in dynamic pose can be turned into a 4th Dimensional abstract. (I LIKE THIS ONE, LOL.)
21. Same characters looks totally different when it is drawn in different angle or direction.
24. They don't know how to draw old people.
25. They don't know how to draw hands. (.. still not confident in this area..)
27. The idea sketch is professional but actual quality is shitty.
29. Their works are always asymmetrical. (.. wha?.. will work on that anyway..)
31. Rough sketch = Finished piece
40. They are not patient enough to practice.
43. They are more than willing to draw but they lose the spirit so easily.
45. They draw once a month or even once a year.
48. They don't have faith in themselves.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Saturday, September 4, 2010
As an Unprofessional Musician.
My piano is not just a piano; it is a diary, a blog, a listener, and a resonator.
Any sort of true, dedicated musician would perhaps understand that performing music is more than what comes to the general mind when we say it is "a way of expressing oneself".
Sure, that is what it comes down to in a nutshell, but like everything else, that's no more than scratching the surface.
When you play an instrument, and when you are playing music, you not only physically interact with the instrument, but intimately weave it with whatever you want to pour into it selectively; be it emotions, feelings, thoughts, messages, or just everything.
This, referred to be the "interpretation", determines how the performed music sounds like.
When I am playing music for myself, it is much like writing a diary entry, or ranting on a blog.
When I am playing music for someone else, throughout the whole of it, I sincerely hope that all of what I want to give gets successfully transferred to the listener. In other words; transmit a glimpse of an experience interleaved within the music.
My concentration is on the execution of every note(this probably sounds naive), making sure they are sounded properly, considering both the presence and the absence of sound. It is similar to capturing a photograph - the photographer manipulates light to produce the intended image. The difference between the two is that when playing music, all of which has been said above happens sort of passively. The music and the interpretation are one but two separate things. One may play the instrument physically, but one performs with their heart.
People sometimes feel that a certain song really captures them, reaches into them, speaks for them, and evokes other strong enough emotions to perhaps pull out some tears. This maybe is when they successfully establish a connection with the music through - I guess the right word is - sympathy. It is through superior interpretation, that makes it possible.
Now I'm sleepy. Concluding entry for now. 8|
Any sort of true, dedicated musician would perhaps understand that performing music is more than what comes to the general mind when we say it is "a way of expressing oneself".
Sure, that is what it comes down to in a nutshell, but like everything else, that's no more than scratching the surface.
When you play an instrument, and when you are playing music, you not only physically interact with the instrument, but intimately weave it with whatever you want to pour into it selectively; be it emotions, feelings, thoughts, messages, or just everything.
This, referred to be the "interpretation", determines how the performed music sounds like.
When I am playing music for myself, it is much like writing a diary entry, or ranting on a blog.
When I am playing music for someone else, throughout the whole of it, I sincerely hope that all of what I want to give gets successfully transferred to the listener. In other words; transmit a glimpse of an experience interleaved within the music.
My concentration is on the execution of every note(this probably sounds naive), making sure they are sounded properly, considering both the presence and the absence of sound. It is similar to capturing a photograph - the photographer manipulates light to produce the intended image. The difference between the two is that when playing music, all of which has been said above happens sort of passively. The music and the interpretation are one but two separate things. One may play the instrument physically, but one performs with their heart.
People sometimes feel that a certain song really captures them, reaches into them, speaks for them, and evokes other strong enough emotions to perhaps pull out some tears. This maybe is when they successfully establish a connection with the music through - I guess the right word is - sympathy. It is through superior interpretation, that makes it possible.
Now I'm sleepy. Concluding entry for now. 8|
Monday, August 23, 2010
>_>
Police move in to end 24-hour bus hostage siege in Philippines
Not only that, whoever was smashing the door windows, he lost the grip on it, and it flung into the bus. He swiped it back out in a scurry.
They tried to "jimmy" the door open.
They tried to pull the door away by tying an old rope to the door and attaching it to a truck. The rope broke off as soon as the truck drove off.
They repeatedly smashed the windows, until it looked like it'd been chucked around by a giant baby.
They were scared shits out of their pants, fair enough. BUT THEY'RE POLICEMEN. MAN THE FUCK UP.
They were really no more than just a group of average men equipped with gears.
It's sort of like the election period; they just show to the media they're doing something, and hope it all goes well.
Was it really the best they could do in that situation?
What happened to the negotiation?
Could they have thought it out better?
Aren't there special units trained for these situations?
Did they really think breaking in with a sledge hammer, into a bus with a disgruntled gunman with an M16 rifle, who's got nothing to lose and is ready to kill off the hostages, was a smart idea? Or does that just sound like something an angry mob would do to break into a bus?
WHERE ARE THE BARRIERS..?!
Now, I may not know anything about policing, but really.. the tactics they pulled out was no less than what I can pull out without any policing experiences. And I'm just a random 19 year old, for fruck's sake.
I also heard some laughter after some shots fired by the gunman, probably evoked by fear.
From what they showed us, I only saw 4 people walk out of that bus, the rest were carried out of the bus. CNN have reported that at least 10 people have been killed.
This went international. Imagine, one of your family members were on that bus, and you were watching as this took place.
How would you feel?
What would it be like if your sister, brother, or parents were on that bus?
How devastating would it have been, if you saw the side of your own relative, sitting by the window, unconscious, on a seat cover stained with blood?
How agonising would it have been for the family who was watching as their daughter/wife/mother's body was being dragged and carried out of that bus, motionless, and stiff?
The bodies of the two women seen at 1:05 was seen being dragged out during the aftermath. Also, the previously mentioned rifle spray was towards the middle aged lady wearing the green patterned shirt.
The aftermath was an absolute mess.
There were civilians everywhere, walking in on the scene for a closer peep, some with the gigantic colourful umbrellas that conveniently blocked the camera views, and hindered with the traffic.
You can see the aforementioned body of the young woman there.
It's believed to be reported that the gunman was taken out by one of the policemen.
That was an extremely poor situation handling by the police.
It was just simply RIDICULOUS.
I honestly think many people would agree that if the police(or some authority) had made smarter choices, many lives could have been saved.
Dear policemen, I think you're copping this one. Hard.
"Police used hammers to smash side windows, door and windscreen, but still did not enter the vehicle and there was no movement seen inside."
Not only that, whoever was smashing the door windows, he lost the grip on it, and it flung into the bus. He swiped it back out in a scurry.
They tried to "jimmy" the door open.
They tried to pull the door away by tying an old rope to the door and attaching it to a truck. The rope broke off as soon as the truck drove off.
They repeatedly smashed the windows, until it looked like it'd been chucked around by a giant baby.
They were scared shits out of their pants, fair enough. BUT THEY'RE POLICEMEN. MAN THE FUCK UP.
They were really no more than just a group of average men equipped with gears.
It's sort of like the election period; they just show to the media they're doing something, and hope it all goes well.
Was it really the best they could do in that situation?
What happened to the negotiation?
Could they have thought it out better?
Aren't there special units trained for these situations?
Did they really think breaking in with a sledge hammer, into a bus with a disgruntled gunman with an M16 rifle, who's got nothing to lose and is ready to kill off the hostages, was a smart idea? Or does that just sound like something an angry mob would do to break into a bus?
WHERE ARE THE BARRIERS..?!
Now, I may not know anything about policing, but really.. the tactics they pulled out was no less than what I can pull out without any policing experiences. And I'm just a random 19 year old, for fruck's sake.
I also heard some laughter after some shots fired by the gunman, probably evoked by fear.
From what they showed us, I only saw 4 people walk out of that bus, the rest were carried out of the bus. CNN have reported that at least 10 people have been killed.
This went international. Imagine, one of your family members were on that bus, and you were watching as this took place.
How would you feel?
What would it be like if your sister, brother, or parents were on that bus?
How devastating would it have been, if you saw the side of your own relative, sitting by the window, unconscious, on a seat cover stained with blood?
How agonising would it have been for the family who was watching as their daughter/wife/mother's body was being dragged and carried out of that bus, motionless, and stiff?
The bodies of the two women seen at 1:05 was seen being dragged out during the aftermath. Also, the previously mentioned rifle spray was towards the middle aged lady wearing the green patterned shirt.
The aftermath was an absolute mess.
There were civilians everywhere, walking in on the scene for a closer peep, some with the gigantic colourful umbrellas that conveniently blocked the camera views, and hindered with the traffic.
You can see the aforementioned body of the young woman there.
It's believed to be reported that the gunman was taken out by one of the policemen.
That was an extremely poor situation handling by the police.
It was just simply RIDICULOUS.
I honestly think many people would agree that if the police(or some authority) had made smarter choices, many lives could have been saved.
Dear policemen, I think you're copping this one. Hard.
Friday, August 20, 2010
The World can be Anything, really.
In this case, a symphony(in the non-figurative sense).
Some years ago, I once had this thought experiment, based on the theory that at every moment of the day, something interestingly musical is happening somewhere in the world - excluding "music" made by actual musical instruments - and by correctly hearing these sounds in the right order, you'd be able to make music out of it, or in other words, you'd ultimately be hearing a musical arrangement.
That's pretty vague, so let's put it into context..; for example, people sneeze. And at every second of every day, it's probably correct to say that someone, somewhere on this planet, is executing a sneeze.
Alright, so that's the base case.
Now, to pick out the right pitch.
The pitch of a sneeze differs from people to people, so if you were able to tune into the specific sneeze of a certain pitch every second(like radio signals, but instantly), you'd be hearing.. music!
Oh oops, my bad. For now, let's define "music" as a simple arrangement of sounds to create a melody and perhaps an accompaniment.
Yeah, it's basically making music out of sound samples, except it's not being produced as an actual music file, but stays as a thought.
If you think about it, it's kinda cool. This is happening all the time, not bound by any parameters, but at the same time, it's not happening.
If you think about it too much, it's magnificent.
What you can't hear could possibly be the greatest piece of music(or sound) you'd ever hear in a lifetime. Or the opposite.
It's constantly making sounds, the world is alive, blahblhablhablahblahblah, yep.
So I used to think about random things that nobody would bother to think about, but now, all I think about is how to kill that damn spy on tf2.
Bloody spies.
Some years ago, I once had this thought experiment, based on the theory that at every moment of the day, something interestingly musical is happening somewhere in the world - excluding "music" made by actual musical instruments - and by correctly hearing these sounds in the right order, you'd be able to make music out of it, or in other words, you'd ultimately be hearing a musical arrangement.
That's pretty vague, so let's put it into context..; for example, people sneeze. And at every second of every day, it's probably correct to say that someone, somewhere on this planet, is executing a sneeze.
Alright, so that's the base case.
Now, to pick out the right pitch.
The pitch of a sneeze differs from people to people, so if you were able to tune into the specific sneeze of a certain pitch every second(like radio signals, but instantly), you'd be hearing.. music!
Oh oops, my bad. For now, let's define "music" as a simple arrangement of sounds to create a melody and perhaps an accompaniment.
Yeah, it's basically making music out of sound samples, except it's not being produced as an actual music file, but stays as a thought.
If you think about it, it's kinda cool. This is happening all the time, not bound by any parameters, but at the same time, it's not happening.
If you think about it too much, it's magnificent.
What you can't hear could possibly be the greatest piece of music(or sound) you'd ever hear in a lifetime. Or the opposite.
It's constantly making sounds, the world is alive, blahblhablhablahblahblah, yep.
So I used to think about random things that nobody would bother to think about, but now, all I think about is how to kill that damn spy on tf2.
Bloody spies.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Prime Principles
Everyone have their own morals and values to follow, ethics, logistics, etc.
Believe it or not - as ridiculous as it sounds - I actually have some myself!
I'm just waiting for them to be proven wrong, and anticipating what my reaction would be when it happens.
So, here they are(in no particular order):
:D
Believe it or not - as ridiculous as it sounds - I actually have some myself!
I'm just waiting for them to be proven wrong, and anticipating what my reaction would be when it happens.
So, here they are(in no particular order):
- The Law of Equivalent Trade.
:D
Monday, August 16, 2010
New post.
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Sunday, August 15, 2010
Don't stop thinking.
From the moment I wake up, until dreamland, thoughts never stop cycling around in my mind.
In every hour, every minute and most likely in every second of every day, I'm always thinking.
It's a little hobby of mine; time is precious, life is probably less than a decade long only, so don't waste even a bit of it! Use it up on thinking. Regardless of however big this thought may be.
In every hour, every minute and most likely in every second of every day, I'm always thinking.
It's a little hobby of mine; time is precious, life is probably less than a decade long only, so don't waste even a bit of it! Use it up on thinking. Regardless of however big this thought may be.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
I miss
High school.
Flashes of its memories play back in my mind.
Don't get me wrong, tertiary education is awesome.
I just can't put down to words of how much I miss it.
And especially how I will miss it more later.
Dear parents, the light has finally come to me. Sorry that took so long. :/
But fret not, I have yet to discover the contents of this "real world" thingy.
Flashes of its memories play back in my mind.
Don't get me wrong, tertiary education is awesome.
I just can't put down to words of how much I miss it.
And especially how I will miss it more later.
Dear parents, the light has finally come to me. Sorry that took so long. :/
But fret not, I have yet to discover the contents of this "real world" thingy.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
"Want" - a problematic word.
Note: I just found a wall of text on plain A4 page written in seriously tiny font size.. fell out of my year 12 sharing our stories book. So this is just the year 12 me talking, I didn't know crap back then, please don't judge me based on this! XD
It's also unedited, i.e. directly copied off the sheet, so we can all laugh at the naivety :D
.. and IIRC, the bell rang at the end of that period.
My comment about that: lol.
If some ideas were developed further, it would've echoed theories from known philosophers.. but perhaps that would've been hard to achieve with shown level of English/general knowledge. It's so evident that I was a standard English student who hates HSC! argh. xD
Learning only for purposes of getting a job, LOL.
It's also unedited, i.e. directly copied off the sheet, so we can all laugh at the naivety :D
『Humans are vulnerable to their own minds. If anything should be feared, it should be no more or less than the mind of humanity. When one is asked about what they fear, whether it may be "horror movies", "ghosts", "death", "strangers", or any sort of "phobia"s, many are unaware of the fact that their fear has been generated by their own thoughts, illusions, delusions and self-subconsciousness brainwashing of imaginations. 』
Desire or Necessity? No thanks to this money-centered world, people today have no choice but to depend on money for survival, in most cases.(I do not have personal experience thus knowledge about life in third-world countries, or any other places/environments which I have not been to.)
We are bound to achieving the goal of maintaining a stable employment(and balance between life events which one may pursuit), as soon as we are born.
Education/school or institutes alike; many of them exist on the basis of the sole idea of helping children/people to become educated and have opportunities for "good employment". Human's survival tactics nowadays are definitely indescribable in the subjective frame. I often ask questions to myself, as many would as well - why learn? To get a job. Why work? For money. Why money? To put food on the table. Why food/making a "living"? to live. Why live? I don't know.
Everything, money, job, "making a living", and many unmentioned, are all driven by the forces of desire. Desire to live. Living? Due to human instincts, I guess. All living organisms have a natural instinct for survival. Perhaps humans have been wound up to survive in this money-orientated environment. Perhaps people have converted themselves into believing that wealth is the key to survival, which may be the reason why we are so eager to reach the goal of living a "happy life".
Indeed, "living a happy life" may be defined in various ways, in regards to different definition of "true happiness". However whatever they may be, all are caused due to 'desire' and what people "want".
"Want" has driven humanity to give birth to today's world. (Both literally and metaphorically) Human are brought out to this world, by the desire of other (parental) people's desire. (for family, etc.)
We cannot escape the cycle of "Desire", as us humans have a natural property of greed.
"Want" creates materialism/materialistic mindsets. What people "want" and "need" are combined to a state where the meaning of survival has been tainted, resulting in many cases with people indulging in materials, wealth and leads themselves to believing that desires are necessities.
To define the term "necessities", by that I mean the conditions or requirement for survival, to maintain an acceptable lifestyle.
The neo-universal culture aims for "just" and "fair/equal" society. However this is inevitably prohibited by the law of equivalency; As such phrases as "one man's pleasure is another man's pain" and every aspects of any life, and all events are an equivalent exchange process/or product of equivalent exchange. This infinite chain reaction is never broken, nor is it possible, or even considerable.
Through this basis and thorough understanding of the law of equivalent/equivalency, [is identical to the law of conservation of energy and mass in the field of physics].
.. and IIRC, the bell rang at the end of that period.
My comment about that: lol.
If some ideas were developed further, it would've echoed theories from known philosophers.. but perhaps that would've been hard to achieve with shown level of English/general knowledge. It's so evident that I was a standard English student who hates HSC! argh. xD
Learning only for purposes of getting a job, LOL.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Three childhood memories.
There are a few things that come back to me from time to time which I remember from my childhood times - discoveries, experiences, thoughts and thought experiments - that really should've been recorded down a long, long time ago.
So.. on the bus to uni this morning, I decided to finally compile some of these thoughts into one place, before my memory further deteriorates.
Here they are.
So.. on the bus to uni this morning, I decided to finally compile some of these thoughts into one place, before my memory further deteriorates.
Here they are.
- Relativity: this thought occurred to me sometime back in 2001. It was based on a small curiosity on my way home from school, in dad's car.
I sneezed. I looked out the window, and saw some people walking along the footpath, as we zoomed past them.
Then I wondered.."Well, sound can be seen by recording them in wave forms.. like the ones you see on TV! the funny fuzzy line things.. So taking that idea.. if you were to record my sneeze on a long sheet of paper along the road, as I traveled past in my dad's car(going at however fast it was going at that moment, but also given that it's faster than normal walking speed), you'd end up with a very long piece of the drawn sound wave(relative to the person walking, but not me, because I'd be traveling fast past it.)
Then I thought.. well, if I had a device that could read this graphical interpretation of (the sound of) my sneeze as I traveled past it, it would play back the sound at the speed of which I was traveling at.
I.E. If I was to take this paper(with the sound drawn on it, like those seismograph thingos), and walk at "walking speed" alongside it, with my playback device, it would sound like a slow-mo version of my sneeze, therefore the duration would be much longer(the faster my original speed was, the longer the sound would be at walking speed).
However, if I was to jump back in the car, travel at the same speed at which I was traveling before, again with my playback device, it would sound "normal" like how I heard myself in the car."
In 2001, if I had the linguistic skill to explain the above idea as I have done now, I definitely would have. However as a child, most things you can't really explain in words, but can visualise. I attempted to explain this to my parents once, but they didn't really get it, most likely due to my poor explanation. So I never bothered to try explaining it to anyone after that. I wanted to, but I kept to myself. (Publish or perish, gah!)
It only occurred to me, during year 12 physics, that this thought touches the surface of what we call "relativity" - largely involving frames of references.
This suggests an idea to hike up the primary education level a little more(especially in Australia since I've only lived here and in Korea and nowhere else, but that's not saying that they teach relativity in Korea >_>), or at least for some internally, and if so, in more places. I believe 10 year olds are capable of handling the idea of relativity as proven - the most problematic issue here would be finding an excellent educator to explain this to them.
I certainly couldn't do it if I was asked, probably.
For this point, I have purposely tried to stay away from correct terminologies, as an attempt to explain it as close as possible to how I would've at the time. Although it's evidently unsuccessful. There would've been more "you know" and "like"s.. xD - Taxi drivers: This was back in Korea, on a rainy day; I remember this because I was busy drawing on the foggy window P:
Dad and I were going to some relative's house.. and as usual, we're stuck in traffic. A sudden thought came to me. What if the taxi driver was taking the long route to make us pay more?
Then, guess what, dad makes the same suggestion to the driver, that it seems like he's going around places on purpose to hike up the taxi fee. Of course, he denied, the argument continued, but I tuned out.
People, small children aren't all innocent.. some like to scheme.. A lot.
I guess my point here is that it's sad in a way that a young child would be tainted with such injustices of society.. Children are very good observers. They absorb everything like shamwow. - I WANT MY MUMMY: During the celebration of my 100th day of living(all relatives were gathered, also this is a Korean tradition, 돌잔치), the grown-ups were busy taking photos of me and a cousin sitting behind the ginormous empirical table, fiddling with various things. I don't remember what I was doing, of course, but I do remember wailing because mum didn't come to me when I wanted her to. Instead, my aunt came and sat me on her lap, and believe it or not, I do actually remember the fear, and wanting mum, not this random lady who I felt was trying to force me to sit still.
Now, that sounds ridiculous, but one thing I'm sure of is that either I actually do remember the feelings(I doubt this myself. No proof to back this up.), or someone somehow really made me believe it sometime way back in the past when I was in the most gullible mode.
Amazing, huh.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
WHOA MOVING PICTURES
From Alan Cholodenko's (The) Death (of) the Animator, or: The Felicity of Felix Part II: A Difficulty in the Path of Animation studies;
A quote of a quote from the essay:
..I just wanna say - as mesmerising as this is - physics noob much?
I know I can say that now, in 2010, after how far the technology's come so far.. but.. I can also say that moving pictures became possible because of the physics behind it.. To me, this quote isn't so great(well, yeah of course it is in another sense, but for now let's take this term colloquially); sure, it must've been shocking back then, but surely for a guy like Gorky, he could've made himself aware of the latest technology..
Perhaps he did, later in his review.
Haven't read it, not going to read it, and if he indeed looked into it, good on him.
A quote of a quote from the essay:
Last night I was in the Kingdom of Shadows. If you only knew how strange it is to be there. It is a world without sound, without colour. Everything there – the earth, the trees, the people, the water and the air – is dipped in monotonous grey. Grey rays of the sun across the grey sky, grey eyes in grey faces, and the leaves of the trees are ashen grey. It is not life but its shadow, it is not motion but its soundless spectre.
Here I shall try to explain myself, lest I be suspected of madness or indulgence in symbolism. I was at Aumont’s and saw Lumière’s cinématograph – moving photography.
(Gorky, 1996 p.5)
..I just wanna say - as mesmerising as this is - physics noob much?
I know I can say that now, in 2010, after how far the technology's come so far.. but.. I can also say that moving pictures became possible because of the physics behind it.. To me, this quote isn't so great(well, yeah of course it is in another sense, but for now let's take this term colloquially); sure, it must've been shocking back then, but surely for a guy like Gorky, he could've made himself aware of the latest technology..
Perhaps he did, later in his review.
Haven't read it, not going to read it, and if he indeed looked into it, good on him.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Gallery review: “Savitri” - Richard O'Farrell
Savitri
Richard O'Farrell
The image instantly catches my attention as it presents a beautiful young girl, who we're informed to be an albino girl by the artist's statement, and I feel privileged or lucky to have seen this image.
This image stood out to me in the gallery, largely due to my liking for uniqueness and individuality naturally drawing my attention.
It is a portrait of a young albino girl, front profile, and her head is ever so slightly tilted to her right.
Her eyebrows are lightly tense, while she provides a Mona Lisa smile; creating a strangely comfortable expression coming from the subject. She is seen wearing a thin floral hair band, a dark bobby pin, a beady necklace, and a white patterned shirt.
O'Farrell is perhaps ultimately trying to convey the enigmatic abilities which physical disorder can bring; be it blindness or albinism. This is achieved through manipulating some techniques; low aperture(great depth of field) and black and white setting. The lights are coming from above, not directly, but slightly more from the subject's right. It seems like he used a reflector to light up the shoulders and lower part of the neck.
I like this image. It is strange at first glance, and asks for attention like a rhetorical question. It is often an expectation to meet the eyes of the subject in a portrait, which is not the case for O'Farrell's image of “Savitri” – perhaps this is the first step into the image – and that draws us in.
Perhaps O'Farrell tried to highlight her uniqueness and incredible intelligence by reflecting her ability to focus in his photography. This was somewhat effectively achieved through his usage of low aperture.
However what he did more effectively in this image is highlighting her closed eyes. I think the black and white photography helped to accent her strange appearance; the unusually light colour of the eyebrows and eyelashes. It has also hidden the surprise of albinism, which possibly could not have been noticed immediately by the general audience without the help of the artist's statement.
She has her eyes closed tight(the artist tells us that she is blind), with her eyebrows lightly knit. It is a reminder that people with one(or more) disabled senses out of the five, develops other remaining four(or less) senses to a higher state than a person with all five senses. It looks as if she's intimately concentrating on other senses, such as listening, or smelling, and somewhat confronts the viewer that she is not watching through her eyes, but perceiving through her other senses.
It is thus, to some extent, intimidating to look at this image, however peaceful simultaneously, and this combination develops a quaint atmosphere which seamlessly captivates the viewer.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
The forums.
My forum/one that I go to, has a thread going on about HIV research funding.
.....I want to tell them that they're stupid, pulling the randomest logic from everywhere, and not thinking properlly.. it is ridiculous.
Cure for common cold? Make Africa into a mass-producing industry? Turn it into a giant farm? Go spread the population in Antarctica? ARE YOU GUYS JUST STUPID OR 12 YEAR OLDS?
AAAAAAAAAAFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.
I'll just watch with my imaginary popcorn here.
.....I want to tell them that they're stupid, pulling the randomest logic from everywhere, and not thinking properlly.. it is ridiculous.
Cure for common cold? Make Africa into a mass-producing industry? Turn it into a giant farm? Go spread the population in Antarctica? ARE YOU GUYS JUST STUPID OR 12 YEAR OLDS?
AAAAAAAAAAFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.
I'll just watch with my imaginary popcorn here.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
In the wise words of Annie
"Don't think, just do"
Shut it, you who are thinking Horace; Annie's manpower overrides any man that ever existed, exist and to exist.
Shut it, you who are thinking Horace; Annie's manpower overrides any man that ever existed, exist and to exist.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Internet filtering
Hey Australia, did you forget filtering material for children is up to their parents, not the government?
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Ah fuck. Really dislike this seat now.
On the train.
Next to an orphaned Gloria Jeans takeaway.
Seriously, you've had your coffee or whatever, so take the rest with you on your way out, whoever an annoyance you were.
I'm gonna place my foot on the side here, adjacent to the wall, on this little ledge-thingy, so my leg blocks out my vision of what needs to be homed in a trashcan.
Supposedly I'm writing a sound diary for that Intro to Digital Media class.
Yeah. I'm currently doing the sound componen- AHHHH FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU---------------------
Sorry.
Migraine.
Breakfast didn't happen today.
Or sleep.
This time, I missed sleep without a reason. It was wasted on YouTube. WHAT THE HELL?!?!
Next stop; Strathfield. Okay. Then Redfern, then Sydney terminal, then something about alight and seven carriages only. Yeah, I missed it, I'm just as lost as you are.
Aff, what's that crackling noise..? Cranky sleep-deprived me finds it bloody irritating. It sound like soft rain tapping on a small piece of tin foil.
Looking out the window. Beautiful sky as always. One lovely thing about Australia is its admirable skies. Sometimes they look as if Michelangelo decided to paint a sky and slapped it on top of the country. It's absolutely brilliant!
Even when the weather's grouchy, and when it gets dull - puts on a frown, so to say - it's still beautiful. In fact I like it more like that.
Mmm.. There's the Sydney tower and its crew.
Anyway, the sky. I find it hard to put its full description in words.
Ah, next stop Redfern... Kay.
Yeah, the sky is... lots of things.
Oh gawd, this is probably the Visual Arts sector talking, but here goes.
To me, the sky is pretty cool(great elaboration, huh). I know it's just Earth's atmosphere with some water vapour up there, alight with the sun's rays half the time, but it's also something you can utilise - more than just a view.
Oop, Central's here. Time to get off.
All out, all change please, yes.
***
1:47 PM.
It's been approximately three hours minus a couple of minutes since first writing this. Now, where am- oh. Wow.
I just swatted a gnat away from my hot chocolate, which made me realise that it's been shedding grains of sugar. The styrofoam cup, I mean, not the pest.
White crystals that taste overly sweet. What first touched my taste buds on the first sip. Thank you, the man who made my hot chocolate, I need that scoop of white sugar. It made me go from super cranky to super not-cranky, and about to meltdown from too much sugar.
Am I even making sense? Probably not.
It's good though. The number of times my brain said "fuck"during the lecture was.. I lost count. I don't think it's ever wanted to get out of maths lecture so badly before. Probably just the lack of sleep. If it wasn't for that sweet, sweet sugar, someone would be in a very bad mood Right now, probably pissing everybody off in about 5m radius.
Uh.. where was I.. (see, this is getting to me. Although I know there isn't technically such thing as a "sugar high", I'd like to adopt this type of Australian logic - or is it just western - to have something to blame on.)
Er. Oh yeah.
Yeah. On the express train. Now it's.. 1:56 PM. Nine minutes I wrote for. Too long. Aff. And I'd finished my hot chocolate by the 5th line or so. How homo. (-sapien!)
Express train to.. Strathfield, then to Eastwood.
Dammit, why isn't the train departing.. Pretty sure the dude I asked said it'll depart in ten. That was more than ten minutes ago!
OH GOOD, sound of a whistle have never sounded so sweet before. Hurrah. Doors closing, and off we go.
I got a nice view. Top floor, last c- no. It's front carriage now. lol. It's almost like a kid on a theme park ride. Front seat on an express train to home; awwwwwwwww yeeeeeeeeeee.
I must thank a friend of mine for the train tips, otherwise I'd be on the normal train that stops at every station before mine. And after. He also informed me of the emptiest carriage(s) on these things. So yeah, thanks for the useful transport tip! Very critical for a tired uni student, who'd kill for a seat on their train journey back home, imo.
***
Hmm. Looking at the sky.
It's gray, holding the underside of nimbus clouds, with those subtle blotches of differently saturated grays. I swear, sometimes they're greenish. Seriously. Nobody believes me though. Meh.
Do I still find this sky beautiful? Yep. It's nice. I can't quite describe it well.. "quaint", perhaps? Dunno, it gives that comfortable, home-y feeling. Like one of those artworks that you could stare at for ages, and discover more stuff about it as you stare for longer, and eventually get sucked into its depth. Sort of like that, this sky. I could stare at it forever, if not a very long time.
In fact, my definition of the "perfect weather" would be this; sky padded in light gray clouds, no rain(don't get me wrong, rain is awesome, as in precipitation), soft brightness.. top that with lying on some good grass, staring into the distance ahead.. Dayem. Sounds better than a 12-hour nap.
Speaking of which, I really need one. Currently running on half a sandvich(heh), few gulps of water, a small hot chocolate, and an hour of sleep.
Ow, my eyes. Brain hurts, too.
Also, I've been out of it all day. Didn't really give about te incoming car when crossing the road(it was within safe proximity, don't fret there), accidentally got off at the lower campus instead of the higher(ffffffffuuuuuuuu----- had to walk uphill, aff), zoned out in maths lecture(he started talking about HIV), almost brainsploded during the math tutorial.
Oh, here's Eastwood. My stop. Home is near. Nap is near.
Heheh, Near.
Next to an orphaned Gloria Jeans takeaway.
Seriously, you've had your coffee or whatever, so take the rest with you on your way out, whoever an annoyance you were.
I'm gonna place my foot on the side here, adjacent to the wall, on this little ledge-thingy, so my leg blocks out my vision of what needs to be homed in a trashcan.
Supposedly I'm writing a sound diary for that Intro to Digital Media class.
Yeah. I'm currently doing the sound componen- AHHHH FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU---------------------
Sorry.
Migraine.
Breakfast didn't happen today.
Or sleep.
This time, I missed sleep without a reason. It was wasted on YouTube. WHAT THE HELL?!?!
Next stop; Strathfield. Okay. Then Redfern, then Sydney terminal, then something about alight and seven carriages only. Yeah, I missed it, I'm just as lost as you are.
Aff, what's that crackling noise..? Cranky sleep-deprived me finds it bloody irritating. It sound like soft rain tapping on a small piece of tin foil.
Looking out the window. Beautiful sky as always. One lovely thing about Australia is its admirable skies. Sometimes they look as if Michelangelo decided to paint a sky and slapped it on top of the country. It's absolutely brilliant!
Even when the weather's grouchy, and when it gets dull - puts on a frown, so to say - it's still beautiful. In fact I like it more like that.
Mmm.. There's the Sydney tower and its crew.
Anyway, the sky. I find it hard to put its full description in words.
Ah, next stop Redfern... Kay.
Yeah, the sky is... lots of things.
Oh gawd, this is probably the Visual Arts sector talking, but here goes.
To me, the sky is pretty cool(great elaboration, huh). I know it's just Earth's atmosphere with some water vapour up there, alight with the sun's rays half the time, but it's also something you can utilise - more than just a view.
Oop, Central's here. Time to get off.
All out, all change please, yes.
***
1:47 PM.
It's been approximately three hours minus a couple of minutes since first writing this. Now, where am- oh. Wow.
I just swatted a gnat away from my hot chocolate, which made me realise that it's been shedding grains of sugar. The styrofoam cup, I mean, not the pest.
White crystals that taste overly sweet. What first touched my taste buds on the first sip. Thank you, the man who made my hot chocolate, I need that scoop of white sugar. It made me go from super cranky to super not-cranky, and about to meltdown from too much sugar.
Am I even making sense? Probably not.
It's good though. The number of times my brain said "fuck"during the lecture was.. I lost count. I don't think it's ever wanted to get out of maths lecture so badly before. Probably just the lack of sleep. If it wasn't for that sweet, sweet sugar, someone would be in a very bad mood Right now, probably pissing everybody off in about 5m radius.
Uh.. where was I.. (see, this is getting to me. Although I know there isn't technically such thing as a "sugar high", I'd like to adopt this type of Australian logic - or is it just western - to have something to blame on.)
Er. Oh yeah.
Yeah. On the express train. Now it's.. 1:56 PM. Nine minutes I wrote for. Too long. Aff. And I'd finished my hot chocolate by the 5th line or so. How homo. (-sapien!)
Express train to.. Strathfield, then to Eastwood.
Dammit, why isn't the train departing.. Pretty sure the dude I asked said it'll depart in ten. That was more than ten minutes ago!
OH GOOD, sound of a whistle have never sounded so sweet before. Hurrah. Doors closing, and off we go.
I got a nice view. Top floor, last c- no. It's front carriage now. lol. It's almost like a kid on a theme park ride. Front seat on an express train to home; awwwwwwwww yeeeeeeeeeee.
I must thank a friend of mine for the train tips, otherwise I'd be on the normal train that stops at every station before mine. And after. He also informed me of the emptiest carriage(s) on these things. So yeah, thanks for the useful transport tip! Very critical for a tired uni student, who'd kill for a seat on their train journey back home, imo.
***
Hmm. Looking at the sky.
It's gray, holding the underside of nimbus clouds, with those subtle blotches of differently saturated grays. I swear, sometimes they're greenish. Seriously. Nobody believes me though. Meh.
Do I still find this sky beautiful? Yep. It's nice. I can't quite describe it well.. "quaint", perhaps? Dunno, it gives that comfortable, home-y feeling. Like one of those artworks that you could stare at for ages, and discover more stuff about it as you stare for longer, and eventually get sucked into its depth. Sort of like that, this sky. I could stare at it forever, if not a very long time.
In fact, my definition of the "perfect weather" would be this; sky padded in light gray clouds, no rain(don't get me wrong, rain is awesome, as in precipitation), soft brightness.. top that with lying on some good grass, staring into the distance ahead.. Dayem. Sounds better than a 12-hour nap.
Speaking of which, I really need one. Currently running on half a sandvich(heh), few gulps of water, a small hot chocolate, and an hour of sleep.
Ow, my eyes. Brain hurts, too.
Also, I've been out of it all day. Didn't really give about te incoming car when crossing the road(it was within safe proximity, don't fret there), accidentally got off at the lower campus instead of the higher(ffffffffuuuuuuuu----- had to walk uphill, aff), zoned out in maths lecture(he started talking about HIV), almost brainsploded during the math tutorial.
Oh, here's Eastwood. My stop. Home is near. Nap is near.
Heheh, Near.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Rants, begone! Weird dreams.. welcome?!
Like the daily things, procrastination, workload rant, and stuff, is no more from this blog.
It's elsewhere, and won't be hard to find it if you really wanted to, though not sure why you would.
It's like a public journal, or like a collection of flavourless common short stories.. or something.
On another note, I've just woken up from a funny dream; about our school's walkathon.
It involved TF2(Team Fortress 2, an FPS game) teleporters on walls, lack of students, a bizarre version of the school properties, getting your "card" signed(it was more like a list, similar to the homeroom/name/date recording on the front cover of borrowed textbooks from our school), no BBQ(WTF, I KNOWRITE), random merchandise stalls of which we had to line up in homerooms in front of, and a raccoon.
A raccoon. That looked more like an overgrown prarie dog with an unrealistic raccoon head. (And of course, who in FZFT would not immediately think up of ramen after seeing a raccoon?)
.......I've had weirder dreams.
Like that giant frozen tuna at the size of a white shark, which a crazy cat lady dug out from the earth, behind the music classrooms at school.
It's elsewhere, and won't be hard to find it if you really wanted to, though not sure why you would.
It's like a public journal, or like a collection of flavourless common short stories.. or something.
On another note, I've just woken up from a funny dream; about our school's walkathon.
It involved TF2(Team Fortress 2, an FPS game) teleporters on walls, lack of students, a bizarre version of the school properties, getting your "card" signed(it was more like a list, similar to the homeroom/name/date recording on the front cover of borrowed textbooks from our school), no BBQ(WTF, I KNOWRITE), random merchandise stalls of which we had to line up in homerooms in front of, and a raccoon.
A raccoon. That looked more like an overgrown prarie dog with an unrealistic raccoon head. (And of course, who in FZFT would not immediately think up of ramen after seeing a raccoon?)
.......I've had weirder dreams.
Like that giant frozen tuna at the size of a white shark, which a crazy cat lady dug out from the earth, behind the music classrooms at school.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
The YouTube community.
I'm going to be very lazy and just pick on the assholes and the younger kids there.
..Damn, an extensive essay idea popped up in mind.. but that's for another time.
Quite often.. you decide to throw away some precious time risking waste to read comments posted on YouTube's videos.
That's some sacrifice, I'll give you that.
The comments.. they can get as bad as a juvenile child who has no idea what he/she is talking about, to the level of /b/tards. Flames, trolls, spams, the works.
For comments that say something like:
Often I read this as:
.. Why bother..? If they haven't got time to waste, simple answer is: don't comment.
Not commenting save you the time from typing comments, and waiting for it to send/load.
It's common sense, I know, but you know, I like to point out obvious things.
Here's a typical troll:
Translates to:
..What, they have like, ADD or something?
.. Wait a second.
Why am I writing this? I'm wasting MY time talking about idiots on the net.. WTF?!
Bajeebus, I must be off my caek today.
Here's something to leave with;
SMARTEN UP, YOUTUBE COMMUNITY.
Pft. Unlikely.
..Damn, an extensive essay idea popped up in mind.. but that's for another time.
Quite often.. you decide to throw away some precious time risking waste to read comments posted on YouTube's videos.
That's some sacrifice, I'll give you that.
The comments.. they can get as bad as a juvenile child who has no idea what he/she is talking about, to the level of /b/tards. Flames, trolls, spams, the works.
For comments that say something like:
"hahahaha this is so crap, you wasted my time you [insult(s)]"
Often I read this as:
"i have nothing to do except waste time on hating youtube videos LOLZ"
.. Why bother..? If they haven't got time to waste, simple answer is: don't comment.
Not commenting save you the time from typing comments, and waiting for it to send/load.
It's common sense, I know, but you know, I like to point out obvious things.
Here's a typical troll:
"wow your face is [description/insult], [more trolling]"
Translates to:
"i pay no attention to the actual content and like to point out random shit on a completely unrelated note"
..What, they have like, ADD or something?
.. Wait a second.
Why am I writing this? I'm wasting MY time talking about idiots on the net.. WTF?!
Bajeebus, I must be off my caek today.
Here's something to leave with;
SMARTEN UP, YOUTUBE COMMUNITY.
Pft. Unlikely.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Influenza and uni maekz Caek go ranty rant rant
Using blog to rant, don't bother reading further, quick, close this browser window.
source: http://www.flickr.com/photos/wanderingbert/3406772746/
(Googled 'angry cake')
Mad Caek is mad.
I have a cold.
My nose is crying. (Got that off a friend)
My brain's hosting multiple rave parties in its chambers.
Uni's in 10 hours.
A whole roll of toilet tissue has been eliminated.
I'm behind in maths study.
Haven't read the readings for tomorrow's lecture and tute.
Programming task is causing back pains.
4-hour break awaits tomorro-.. today.
Holy shit, online calculus test.
Presentation due Friday.
Uni has too many effing stairs.
Bad day.
I felt horrible for sniffling throughout all the lectures, while sitting next to friends.. they must've been eager to get out of the lecture room, more than I did.
Brain failing. Can't think. Nose blockage makes brain swear.
Alot.
Violently.
Silently.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssdddddddddfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffaslkdj;lkfja;lskdjfasdkjfhlkawjebfklasjhcawoehvraksjgfbvwhjaegchs;kjghmawlrer
asdjkfhakljevawer
jksdfhlaksjdf
asjkdfhalksjdf.
****.
(Googled 'angry cake')
Mad Caek is mad.
I have a cold.
My nose is crying. (Got that off a friend)
My brain's hosting multiple rave parties in its chambers.
Uni's in 10 hours.
A whole roll of toilet tissue has been eliminated.
I'm behind in maths study.
Haven't read the readings for tomorrow's lecture and tute.
Programming task is causing back pains.
4-hour break awaits tomorro-.. today.
Holy shit, online calculus test.
Presentation due Friday.
Uni has too many effing stairs.
Bad day.
I felt horrible for sniffling throughout all the lectures, while sitting next to friends.. they must've been eager to get out of the lecture room, more than I did.
Brain failing. Can't think. Nose blockage makes brain swear.
Alot.
Violently.
Silently.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssdddddddddfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffaslkdj;lkfja;lskdjfasdkjfhlkawjebfklasjhcawoehvraksjgfbvwhjaegchs;kjghmawlrer
asdjkfhakljevawer
jksdfhlaksjdf
asjkdfhalksjdf.
****.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Day 1@UNSW
N.B. This is a copypasta from my dA.
As alldedicated first-years do, I got ready extra early for the first day. Not because I was excited, but because of the assumption that traffic would be heavy, and bus lines would be massive.
Surprisingly, the express bus line at Central didn't curve around the corner like a friend of mine said it often would.
He ran into me at Eastwood station, and when we arrived at UNSW, he gave a mini tour of just where the main buildings are, and some bus tips.
The bus tips. Very critical. Thank you, Josh.
Started off with a computing lecture.. that was okay! went smoothly, had some extra time(because speakers failed when the lecturer wanted to show us a video), so we got to see some simple C programming language running on Ubuntu.
Couldn't help it XDD;;
Second lecture, was at a separate campus. There's a free shuttle bus that goes from the main campus to the COFA(college of fine arts) campus, and they come every half hour.
I missed the early one. FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUU-----
(Was trying to find out where the second lecture was held, via uni's wireless net. GAWD DAMN IT'S SLOW IN THE LIBRARY.)
Luckily , though, I wasn't extremely late. Perhaps 5 minutes. x__x;
But I was still late to my first Digital Media lecture. I'm totally in the lecturer's good eyes.
Totally.
:iconorzplz:
k so FRIENDS! .... I met three people.
IT'S PROGRESS, RIGHT?!
AND ONE OF THEM HAD AN EXTRAORDINARY NAME, SIMILAR TO RYNEN'S.. "KYNAN".
Rynen's name came to me instantaneously.
You can see why I have no trouble remembering that name.
Another "friend" is more an acquaintance.. a friend's friend, called "Kim".
Then the third one.. ......I FORGOT HIS NAME AFF LOL(MY APOLOGIES IF YOU EVER SEE THIS.. WHICH IS VERY HIGHLY UNLIKELY). But I remember that he transferred from UWS parra campus.
Yep... and that's it.
Oh. And I left my lunch on the dinner table. Starved the whole day.
Brilliant, aren't I.
BRB STUFFING MYSELF WITH MORE FOOD.
As all
Surprisingly, the express bus line at Central didn't curve around the corner like a friend of mine said it often would.
He ran into me at Eastwood station, and when we arrived at UNSW, he gave a mini tour of just where the main buildings are, and some bus tips.
The bus tips. Very critical. Thank you, Josh.
Started off with a computing lecture.. that was okay! went smoothly, had some extra time(because speakers failed when the lecturer wanted to show us a video), so we got to see some simple C programming language running on Ubuntu.
./collegehmr_matrix.c
"Ubuntu? ..I'm going to learn.. Ubuntu?"
Couldn't help it XDD;;
Second lecture, was at a separate campus. There's a free shuttle bus that goes from the main campus to the COFA(college of fine arts) campus, and they come every half hour.
I missed the early one. FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUU-----
(Was trying to find out where the second lecture was held, via uni's wireless net. GAWD DAMN IT'S SLOW IN THE LIBRARY.)
Luckily , though, I wasn't extremely late. Perhaps 5 minutes. x__x;
But I was still late to my first Digital Media lecture. I'm totally in the lecturer's good eyes.
Totally.
:iconorzplz:
k so FRIENDS! .... I met three people.
IT'S PROGRESS, RIGHT?!
AND ONE OF THEM HAD AN EXTRAORDINARY NAME, SIMILAR TO RYNEN'S.. "KYNAN".
Rynen's name came to me instantaneously.
You can see why I have no trouble remembering that name.
Another "friend" is more an acquaintance.. a friend's friend, called "Kim".
Then the third one.. ......I FORGOT HIS NAME AFF LOL(MY APOLOGIES IF YOU EVER SEE THIS.. WHICH IS VERY HIGHLY UNLIKELY). But I remember that he transferred from UWS parra campus.
Yep... and that's it.
Oh. And I left my lunch on the dinner table. Starved the whole day.
Brilliant, aren't I.
BRB STUFFING MYSELF WITH MORE FOOD.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Happy CNY!
Woot, it's Chinese/Lunar New Year!
Although I haven't really celebrated since I came to Australia.. 9 years ago..
I miss when our whole family used to gather at grandma's house. Especially mum's side because there's 3 aunts and 1 uncle, meaning my cousins and I would have heaps of fun together playing games.
The inevitable hide-and-seek, tip, hopscotch, 얼음땡(tip and freeze.. or freeze and tip), tarzos(boy, were they were awesome).. and many other Korean childrens' games which I can't remember or translate for.. Memorable times.
And who could forget, the money you'd get from your relatives after greeting with the traditional bow; LIFETIME SUPPLY OF ICE CREAM AND SNACKS!
Ahh. I miss my cousins. They used to be little. But not so much anymore.
=_=
well, happy CNY everyone!
Although I haven't really celebrated since I came to Australia.. 9 years ago..
I miss when our whole family used to gather at grandma's house. Especially mum's side because there's 3 aunts and 1 uncle, meaning my cousins and I would have heaps of fun together playing games.
The inevitable hide-and-seek, tip, hopscotch, 얼음땡(tip and freeze.. or freeze and tip), tarzos(boy, were they were awesome).. and many other Korean childrens' games which I can't remember or translate for.. Memorable times.
And who could forget, the money you'd get from your relatives after greeting with the traditional bow; LIFETIME SUPPLY OF ICE CREAM AND SNACKS!
Ahh. I miss my cousins. They used to be little. But not so much anymore.
=_=
well, happy CNY everyone!
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
First time on the wheel..
Yep, drove a car for the first time today!
Dad was my supervisor, and he was absolutely - you guessed it - PETRIFIED.
He didn't cling onto the side handle though. So maybe I didn't do too badly?
Knowing nothing about cars, I discovered.. many things after jumping on the car.
For example; how an automatic car just rolls on its own when it's on Drive or Reverse gear.
That was very new and highly fascinating.
First few minutes involved going forward and backwards in the same spot(would've looked very odd without the L plates..), and driving along just using the break only.
Yep, crawlin' around at what. 5 km/h? LOLOL.
Hmm..
- Didn't crash into anything(went very close past a car thrice).
- Didn't hit anyone(crept up too close behind someone once).
- Didn't run anything over(had to wait for a Noisy Miner bird to hop across half the street)..
- Dad didn't raise his voice at all(he facepalmed when I insisted for two other cars coming from the opposite direction to pass before I crossed the double unbroken lines to drive into our driveway)
I think the fastest I went today was 40km/h. I refuse to go any higher than that as of now.
~__~;
Haven't had a new experience for quite a long time(lolHSC); in recount, this was a very fun experience. <:
Dad was my supervisor, and he was absolutely - you guessed it - PETRIFIED.
He didn't cling onto the side handle though. So maybe I didn't do too badly?
Knowing nothing about cars, I discovered.. many things after jumping on the car.
For example; how an automatic car just rolls on its own when it's on Drive or Reverse gear.
That was very new and highly fascinating.
First few minutes involved going forward and backwards in the same spot(would've looked very odd without the L plates..), and driving along just using the break only.
Yep, crawlin' around at what. 5 km/h? LOLOL.
Hmm..
- Didn't crash into anything(went very close past a car thrice).
- Didn't hit anyone(crept up too close behind someone once).
- Didn't run anything over(had to wait for a Noisy Miner bird to hop across half the street)..
- Dad didn't raise his voice at all(he facepalmed when I insisted for two other cars coming from the opposite direction to pass before I crossed the double unbroken lines to drive into our driveway)
I think the fastest I went today was 40km/h. I refuse to go any higher than that as of now.
~__~;
Haven't had a new experience for quite a long time(lolHSC); in recount, this was a very fun experience. <:
Monday, February 1, 2010
Dad just handed me an iPod touch.
15 minutes ago.. starting into the fish tank, wondering if that black guppy is dying or just sick.
Now, I'm listening to random c-pop. Oh, and c-rap. (Which is turning out to be.. not so bad o_o)
Pretty random.
So how does the blog title and the anecdote relate?
WELL.
Let me tell you how it all came to be...
After dad almost hadouken'ing me over as he swung open the front door, he stated that he'd give me a present.
DAD'S GOT ME A PRESENT?
Kidding, he knows my birthdate.
It's not my birthday.
So why a present out of the blue?
He rummages for something in his trouser pocket, and brings out something squarey and black(also dirty and ugly, looking like some rubbery industrial leftover), and with joy and a hint of disbelief, he says;
"iPod!"
"...... HUH?"
"iPod!"
"Wh.. whadda wha?"
"iPod! :DDDDDDDD"
The squarey, black, dirty, ugly and rubbery item turned out to be an iPod touch (Gen-1, according to sister), encased in a black rubber back cover.
...To be honest, my first impression was; "Ew. WTH."
"Ew" because it's an apple, "WTH" because... it's a piece of unaffordable technology that I never asked for.
.. Where did it come from? He found it, he says.
Found it?! Yeah, these guys moved out and threw out a whole lot of stuff.. He acquired some other stuffs, too.
Wait.. why would they throw out an iPod..? You sure they didn't just... lose it?
No.. they were really rich or something, so they threw everything out as they moved out.
(Gee.. it's like as if they died and someone decided to just clean the whole house out..)
S...SWEET, LOL, NICE ONE DAD. THANKS!
The previous owner hadn't taken off the initial plastic screen cover, so it's really new. He says you can tell when an iPod's old by looking at the back of it - the apple logo would be faded if it was aged. And this one's clearly visible!
だから。 I'm listening to random c-pop and c-rap(no, I don't understand Chinese at all.) on an iPod touch.
FREE LOOT YEAH!
Although I've a feeling the previous owner would come back for it.. Hurr.
So what does this post achieve? ..... you tell me <:
/enddailyjournal
Now, I'm listening to random c-pop. Oh, and c-rap. (Which is turning out to be.. not so bad o_o)
Pretty random.
So how does the blog title and the anecdote relate?
WELL.
Let me tell you how it all came to be...
After dad almost hadouken'ing me over as he swung open the front door, he stated that he'd give me a present.
DAD'S GOT ME A PRESENT?
Kidding, he knows my birthdate.
It's not my birthday.
So why a present out of the blue?
He rummages for something in his trouser pocket, and brings out something squarey and black(also dirty and ugly, looking like some rubbery industrial leftover), and with joy and a hint of disbelief, he says;
"iPod!"
"...... HUH?"
"iPod!"
"Wh.. whadda wha?"
"iPod! :DDDDDDDD"
The squarey, black, dirty, ugly and rubbery item turned out to be an iPod touch (Gen-1, according to sister), encased in a black rubber back cover.
...To be honest, my first impression was; "Ew. WTH."
"Ew" because it's an apple, "WTH" because... it's a piece of unaffordable technology that I never asked for.
.. Where did it come from? He found it, he says.
Found it?! Yeah, these guys moved out and threw out a whole lot of stuff.. He acquired some other stuffs, too.
Wait.. why would they throw out an iPod..? You sure they didn't just... lose it?
No.. they were really rich or something, so they threw everything out as they moved out.
(Gee.. it's like as if they died and someone decided to just clean the whole house out..)
S...SWEET, LOL, NICE ONE DAD. THANKS!
The previous owner hadn't taken off the initial plastic screen cover, so it's really new. He says you can tell when an iPod's old by looking at the back of it - the apple logo would be faded if it was aged. And this one's clearly visible!
だから。 I'm listening to random c-pop and c-rap(no, I don't understand Chinese at all.) on an iPod touch.
FREE LOOT YEAH!
Although I've a feeling the previous owner would come back for it.. Hurr.
So what does this post achieve? ..... you tell me <:
/enddailyjournal
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