She's by far my most favourite character from LB. A nonchalant nutcracker. And it'd have been better if you just tickle me to death than watching her in action.
well...
Too bad computer says noooo *in your feeblest and flattest descending tone*
High tea. Coffees. Cupcakes. Trinkets. Theme. LOMO Embassy! Artsy-fartsy. Creativities. DIYs. Sandwiches.
This is one of the best hide out places during your laid back class-out weekday afternoon.
Though their cupcakes are mediocre only (i personally don't favour cupcakes so yeah)...too sweet, overpriced, bad for teeth, diabetic and whatnot.
What's best? For anti-social's and misfit like me, chances of bumping into people that you do not wish to see at that hour/place are astronomical (not anymore now that i've disclosed its whereabout). Pricing is reasonable in its kind. Food wise, not many varieties. It's the atmosphere that counts afterall.
WONDERMILK
Yeah right, I've heard what you said. Say it again la if you dare! Just tell me in face that the man's hands are freaking cacat to the point that they look like some burned plastic coated in dirty wax and then the scaling/depth/volume/ALL also problematic! Eh I spent few hours on those 8 phallic fingers itself! The hands are cued in from another photo thus the huge contrast and disparity between the face and hands and I couldn't render it my way by standardizing the colour of hands and face simply because I had to mematuhi principle of photographic Realism not Expressionism! I could only draw what I saw on those cut out photo references. Sad. I know my skill is only run of the mill mah compared to those full fledged art major students but can't you just get a life and stop your badmouthing?
I actually rectified the right hand's fingers prior to submission so this is a piece of retrospective work only la. And then it doesn't look that shit like in real life trust me seriously ok Ok OK? I know you will. I'm gifted. I'm artsy fartsy! Fuck you.
Alright the main point of posting this painting is for commemoration purpose since it sorta became a milestone in my life haha. My drawing is very teruk wan la since primary always get below B grade and never once 贴堂 before but I think my teachers used them for different purposes instead such as means of keeping devils away?
But seriously la it does look better in real life without those hands.
T.T
The weather has been hostile lately, it will just stop the kick whenever I feel like doing some solitary activities such as jogging in the park or whatever. Gym room kinda unfit nowadays just because it's so packed and smelly. I especially hate the humid atmosphere and pungent sweat smell inside. But well jogging in park makes me feel like bird! My pores are clog free thanks to all the phytoncideres permeating around by our friendly greeneries. Although I still can't get over how they plot the story in The Happening, how can trees communicate with each other to wage vendetta against humans? They are little harmless creatures only ma. Oh well. Anyways, I can run like 3 laps off the perimeter on the jogging track which stretched like 2 km for each complete lap non stop! What a great achievement since I was then accustomed to running on flat treadmill all the while. Now I know why is it so great about turun padang haha. But I'm still not up to the point to challenge 42 km course since it requires an average of at least 5 hours to finish the track which is impossible to me at the moment, I'll prolly turn into dry corpse at the finishing line. So I still need time to contemplate whether or not to take up the 42 km Penang Bridge Marathon few weeks later or just join the rest for self-surrendered 10 km marathon-turned-leisure-walk for fun. Dunno la. Since the start up very mafan, needs power gel, muscles rub and a lot of equipments or else stamina is not gonna fall from the sky or pop up from rocks beside the roads.
Oh yea, almost finished my studio assignment! This time is for real although the hands part abit cacated but then Mr. Bad said it is of good painting quality overall except for the lack of colour variety. Nail it and stop beating around the bush, I don't like fanciful/colourful drawing mainly because I wanna make my life easier and how many colours do we need for painting human itself? The more the merrier meh? It's not like our complexion change according to temperature or what. I'm applying the great theory of Expressionism like it or not, I'm still gonna do it MY WAY. Bummer. I'm contented and shut the fuck up give me an A that's it.
My sister is thinking of joining me for the holy tour kut! Probably la. But still it will do me a lot easier to get through all the permits and stuffs relating paperworks which really worse than Uni application can you believe? Kudos to the ever conservative and self preserved government.
Gotta do up all my ejercicios now lest I will be condemned by Andres again cos normally I would complete all the homeworks he gave promptly except for the last lesson owing to effing Art's midterm la cb. Then he started using all those satiric remarks on me already. Puki. Dunno la I'm always blur out in his class when he call out my name to answer some ser/estar pertaining question. Damn mafan can.
This Friday will be deadline for studio's, term paper and next week will be conclusion's due date. All's well ends well before final and after final I will be drowning with whole lotta application stuffs, TOEFL, shopping for necessities and so on. Not forgetting montañoso of vacation calls from kengkawan!
In short I got so little time on hand but yet I'm still not doing anything productive at the moment. Sien.
And is it me alone or what but I think Rasta's shishas are overrated to max! I just tried that damn saccharified Sugus flavour and wtf it tasted like fish tank water in grape syrup. All the lolly flavours are seriously not my stuffs cos I prefer typical double apples mint and cherry mint. At least they don't give perk of sugar rush. Have you people tried Singgahselalu's? Rip off price at its highest quality! Down 3 rounds still can produce puff-ful of fully flavoured cloudy smoke and I've never once inhaled charcoal tainted tobacco in my history with Singgahselalu...each and every inhale is pleasurable. You know right it's damn potong stim when the inhaling process is dry like your lung is gonna dehydrate and explode but not at Singgahselalu (it's in JB la) *beams in pride*. What's best is, each hookah (large) only cost RM 13! How to find such price in high inflation bound Klang Valley? Even that sugar coated rubber taste like Big Apple doughnuts is charging RM 11.50 for 1/2 dozen nowadays. Holy shitake, RM 1.70 of increment!
Ok ok, nuff for non sensical rantings, adios.
Having super bad mood now.
Let me share a tip for having good grade in your exam :
1. Bring along your self made notes (must be palm sized) or,
2. Peep at your friend's answers or,
3. Take your friend's answer sheet over altogether and copy as if invigilators are made from air.
And that is how some people here getaway with having high GPA and really good CGPA for few semesters consistently.
Can you believe it?
Half of the class was doing it, but being the honest one (please i'm being serious ok?), I didn't.
Therefore, my midterm 2's result ranked at the bottom half.
So I skipped my official last class today off the timetable simply because I hate to interact with those hypocrites. With all the pores choking plasticy smiles plastered all over your face while you carefully filter out every single word you use before these people for the remaining days is merely making endurance, of pain and stress. Do you think it's fun this way just for fuck's sake of being all diplomatic?
There are 3 more unofficial extra classes for that demonic subject to attend ranging from this week to next week just because the underestimation of our ingenious lecturer. I'm gonna treat it as a test of elasticity of my endurance, how far I can pull through.
I seriously don't hate this subject as much as I hate those people who involve in it.
Time to squeeze out my last effort for coming final in less than 2 weeks time.
Art is fun.
I'm glad it will all be over soon.
as per the title,
i suddenly hit myself that,
what if,
the domino effect of...
anything below 'A' for Art, not even 'A-' (assumption only, choi touchwood eventhough chances are quite high T.T) = not able to elevate my freaking CGPA = not able to hit the cut off point of this particular uni.'s strict admission criteria = sad/depressing/can die
really happens.
i hope it doesn't apply to the rest of their affiliated universities!
again i screwed my studio, or so he said, by he I'm referring to sheep masked wolf, Mr. Bäd (short form of his name Baddaruddin). no other name suits better than this don't you think so? It conjugated "bād" (English : bad) perfectly. his teaching is worse than his name, which is an understatement. i've been doing rectification for 122367834904342323 times (still counting) for no better comment. HELLOOOO I draw according to what you said, not from my imagination, innovation, creativity or whatsoever. ironic isn't it that art is becoming so mechanic and stiff like your aged grandmother's shoulder under his impeccable quality-promised teaching method. art class was so fun back when kindergarden, primary and even lower secondary! now dah jadi pain in ass, thanks for your efforts but no thanks. i'm all out but too bad my last semester is his marionette, the saddest part of all. not that i wanna merajuk but don't you just wanna punch your chest so hard for having such a second to none lecturer? best is, i have 3 hours of remedial class tomorrow which i have to make myself to college purposely just for the fucking sake of doing studio assignment. tmd!
i really don't fucking care what happened in Florence, Paris, Rome, London right up to Kota Tinggi, Pontian, Kg. Chempaka, Timbuktu...not even if the London Bridge is falling down, Pisa leaning tower broke into two or Eiffel tower toppled. i just care what will i be getting for my grade. or else my life will really fall apart!
Natto*. Best creation of God in health food industry. I don't think it smells like armpit at all! I eat at least twice a week currently and I love its pungent smell.
Smelly beancurd*. I don't know but I suspect I harbour slight toilet bowl fetish.
Fermented beancurd. Fu yu pak juk hou hou mei.
Cumin seeds. Very powerful Indian spices.
Mustard. Akin to wasabi.
Durian*. You should seriously consider migrating if you hate this.
Kim chi*. I can't get enough of white radish kim chi just like my love for acar! Best entrée/side dish/or even maincourse in the world. Can't stand people calling them keh leh feh wtf!
Coriander. Nothing goes wrong with coriander even your BO. How good for this to become middle note!
Bleu cheese. Smells like dried pee + smelly feet meh? 俗语说 ：姜是老的辣，芝士是老的臭。Nowadays I really feel like a part time student cos the days I spend in college are far fewer than the days I spend doing otherwise. No, it's no wrong at all but I can't hide the fact how much I detest Art class so much until I'm so reluctant to go to college! Theory is sleepy, history is yawnsy, studio is draggy...the moment I finished my 1st layer, he would praise how "ok, ok, ok...very ok" it is to give hopes and came the next lesson, he would smear criticisms all over that innocent drawing block telling how wrong of him before that for all the praisings and I should redo my studio as a result, full of his hardened constipated Mesolithic shits in my ass! When I asked him A, he answered B, I followed on B, he drifted away to Z. WHAT NOW? Choral speaking is it? PLEASE. Get straight to the core next time. In fact, I don't even deserve that meagre 5%/10% for Midterm 1 cos I'll never understand what he rattles in class albeit it's SOLELY morning slot where that effing brain shall function at best. So much for Roman art and I hate it. Tell me about Goth, Classicism, Greek, Italian, Medieval, Realism, Byzantine, Egyptian, Italian...ETC and I'll introduce you to the whole new meaning of FUCK.
I think I need a day off from working this week. Totally can't stand robotic modus operandi and all the meaningless numerical typings.
In any event, my climax of the day will only be none other than eating. I went so much places to hunt for food these few days courtesy of STAR Guide to Malaysian Street Food but as much as I roam the streets, I'd still end up at the same place most of the time, SS 2 and Sunwaymas, cos they are the nearest to the food barren Kelana Jaya! Holy shitake! The fehhhhmesss Seremban Char Siew at Sunwaymas all sold out on the 2 consecutive days I went. Once was 1pm on Saturday and once 12.30 pm Monday, super gek sei! Die die also must eat this Wednesday, I think I shall go earlier like 8 am cos according to other flogger, Char Siew only available after 10 am. I will root my butt there and wait my life away no matter how after all I've been there and done that, not like I didn't brave through those days where need to queue up 1 hour for stupid J.CO only to find out they taste nothing but sugar and dough. Yes, and that's the reason why I need a day off from work! For Char Siew's sake!
Actually I doubt the reliability of STAR Street Food Guide sometimes cos they got the guts to feature that freaking yau char kwai (cruller) stall opposite my college at Asia Cafe which is one of the most absurd things ever happened. Maybe they are too desperate to search for any other better stalls for they've already overlooked that heavenly stall at SS 2 Chow Yang and many more. And then, that Lorong Seratus Curry Mee in SS 2 is nothing to scream about also after all it's still pale in comparison with the one in Penang ( I assume it is cos Penangites hold great pride and complacency in their hometown delicacies, definitely second to none for them). Worse still, I suffered 3 days of bowels looseness pada kesimpulannya. I still pretty doubt its credibility at the end of the day, IMHO floggers are the most reliable sources available for they will not hesitate to slap on raw comments, best thing is, they are all laymen's feedbacks unless advertorial where they are paid of cos have to siong min right? Aiya, I just don't like shallow comment la, it's like that particular food is totally flawless when it comes into words, glossy papers and superb photography/editing skill. SO WHAT? You may ask.
NOTHING! I just wanna write them down that's all.
Last thing, pasar malam is really blasphemous to all diet plans. Universally recognised.
It was really impulsive. As I've mentioned earlier. Charles called me around midnight suggesting a trip to Taman Negara which is like the second last place to travel on my travel list before Genting Highlands. Without giving much thought to it I just gave it a pass since the plan to Malacca got backfired and I didn't even have much time with me in pocket for I have to work. Anyways, according to Nicole she needs to visit as many significant places in Malaysia as possible before she headed to Australia or went back to Taiwan. As Taman Negara didn't sound very appealing to me at first, so instead of giving effort in packing stuffs, I just chuck in some very simple and ordinary items few minutes before I moved my ass afterall it was only a good 2 days 1 night.
We assembled at Mandarin Pacific Hotel before departed to Jerantut, some town in central Pahang hundred kilometers away from KL. OK, now the thing was the whole bus was full of Caucasian tourists in full equipments that it made us so tatty and unprepared. Damn siasuay can! Anyways, the journey on the bus was uneventful as I was sleep-deprived so I barely open my eyes.
Reached Jerantut around 10 am, transited to a local bus and continued with another long journey deep into a village situated at the heart of Peninsular Malaysia called Kampung Kuala Tahan. There were endless villages along the way and they all looked the same to me. After a joyride of 1.5 hours from Jerantut town. Voila, we were finally there! Checked in to our hostel chalet and started our very first adventure, jungle trekking cum cave exploring!
We were required to cross the river with sampan at first to enter the national park reserved forest area then proceeded on with a 1.5 km of trekking in jungle before the said cave visible to us. Basically the entire place was infested with foreign tourists cos I bet the locals must have preferred their weekends at shopping malls over exposure to raw sunlight. And so, the space that we were allowed to move in the cave is around half the size of us, so to say, cos it's way too narrow for adult to move at ease. Thus, a series of acrobatic poses involved where we were being forced to bend, twist, distort and melipat-lipat our bodies in order to advance ourselves. I really hate myself for not excelling in any of those Yoga-Pilates classes, well not that I really gave in much effort also but still...
After exploring the cave, we trailed another 1.5 km back to where we started and took sampan back to our chalet. We were allowed to rest for few hours before the next activity, night jungle walk! And I really wanna mention this but if you ever planning to go visit Taman Negara, please make sure you tapao food (e.g. a bucket of KFC fried chicken) from adjacent town before you found yourself here cos most of their foods taste like mixture of burned leaves and printer ink. Very terrible and the reason simply because Caucasians don't have fussy taste buds like Asians do, our foods mean more than just salt and pepper. Why are Malaysians so 'xenophilic' sometimes I wonder?
Nuff said, the night jungle walk was so-so-ish. Didn't see much nocturnal creatures except for some eerie looking spiders, scorpion, snakes and deers here and there. Oh yea, there were some glowing mushrooms that emit organic lights all over the ground which is at least something new to the few of us. But I was hoping to see tapir, rhinoceros, porcupine, pangolin and bunga rafflesia to no avail cos I suspect they are not nocturnal or camera shy. But some of them are on the verge of becoming extinct though :(
The night walk was rather monotonous and sweaty cos the weather was humid. Then there were always flocks of creepy crawlies flying around frantically, that kind where they would smack hard right into your face deliberately if you failed to siam them. Scary like mad especially those disgusting looking cicadas! They look horrible like Jurassic creatures.
After we called it a day, we settled down at a wooden platform beside the river for some chit-chattings whilst lying flat out face towards the sky pondered about many things happened in this year. During that interval, I couldn't help but feeling powerless amidst of mother nature and why do we try so hard to defy nature sometimes? What I'm trying to say is, no matter how far we go, we can never be anything but ourselves. The land can shatter anytime and as a consequence, thousands of lives will be taken along with it. We can never defeat the host we are living in which is the earth can we? Alright, so we just talked, played chor dai di and munched tit bits until wee hour under sea of stars and moonshine and finally turned in to bed.
Came the next day, we needed to crawl out of the bed at 8 am in the morning for food hunting! Cos it was very hard to find food at discretion for it's bulan ramadhan. As expected, foods are overpriced at this kinda place. A simple mediocre American breakfast in stingy portion cost us more than RM 10. Sighs. Our first event for the second day which was few hours before we headed back to 'civilization' was rapid shooting. Interesting as it may sound but it was merely sailing the engined sampan upstream against the river flow so that it can cause collision with water in order to make us wet out of earthbound water splash. Later on we went to an aborigines settlement to experience their stone age living cultures, reminds me of what I did for Anthropology fieldwork during my first semester at Kampung Pangsun, Hulu Langat. The difference is probably they are of different tribes that's it. Lastly, there was a more adventurous Canopy walking. We walked on elevated suspension bridges tied between tree trunks. It was quite fun especially when the bridge will just swing and dangle around along with your weight at that height whenever you lay a step forward!
Presto and begone! Time to leave the park and back to scary civilization of KL! Journey back was sleeepy, we conked out whenever on the bus. First we took the same local bus back to Jerantut from Kampung Kuala Tahan then only to realize we had missed the last bus to KL in that town. Therefore, we took another local public bus to the bigger town, Temerloh, which took us an hour more. From Temerloh, we sorta 'chartered' a bus back to KL, cos the bus that was supposed to carry 48 passengers only being used to accommodate the 5 of us all the way out of unknown reason or the generosity of that bus operator which I forgot its name. Because, I think we would've missed all the buses back to KL there had it not been the over-friendly ticket vendor. Fortunately enough, luck was on our side even with bonus of having the privilege of enjoying chartered transport at normal communal price. Memang durian runtuh betul!
Arrived KL at 9 pm (Sunday) and marked the end of this offhanded but gratified trip. Not forgetting, burned a big hole in pocket also :( for 2 days 1 night the price we paid is exorbitant and that was already the cheapest/worthiest we could find in short of time like less than a day. Nvm la, not like I will have this kinda chance knocking everytime.
Oh yea, one thing, we never see any leeches in the jungle through out the trip as it was not wet season! It was totally the opposite of what I encountered in Sungai Chongkak few months ago with STACT's members. If you don't already know, leeches are not scary instead they have therapeutic functions like garra fish! Walao eh.
Putera Gunung Tahan.
Hank starting fire.
LtR : Keng Hau, Charles, Me, Nicole.
Sampan.
In front of the chalet.
At Orang Asli settlement.
In Orang Asli's hut.
Yelling at something.
Fire starting demonstration.
With our guide.
At entrance of Canopy Walk.
On one of the many suspension bridges.
Blow pipe (poseur).
Blow pipe with dart in action.
Trying to start fire as well but failed miserably.
Entrance.
Boat ride.
One of the many aged trees.
Entrance of Gua Telinga.
Glowing mushroom under artificial light = can't see.
Bats, up close and personal. Cute ay?