Okay, so the pictures of my installation are up on Facebook. You guys can check the rest of the pictures from my profile. Here it is:
The concept was a metaphor of the people walking in the hallway from KLCC LRT station to the inside of Suria KLCC. The background represent another dimension different from this world, which is a metaphor of the gate ticket in the LRT station. The geometrical 3D object is transformed from the other dimension through the torn wall. It is an element of the urban city, where black represents the hustle and bustle of the city and gold represents the people at that area who are looking for wealth.
Hell of a work measuring and cutting these wire mesh up. Hence the scars on my arms and legs. These are then papier mache-d with newspaper and pva glue. A friend and i did that together.
I glued and done everything else. So basically I did the whole background.
Dimension painted by a friend and I.
The framework of the geometrical 3D object.
The end product.
Function: a sitting place for people. The one where I’m at, you can actually lie down and fall asleep when you do. DAMN SYOK.
Stares from peers and lecturers during presentation.
Presentation didn’t go well. The most hurtful thing(to me) they’ve said was that the geometrical object would be beautiful just be itself without the dimensional background. So all my hard work was worthless in the end.
So now everyone’s happy because some of them stayed over in uni and slept not more than 6 hours can finally have rest. We’re also waiting for them to announce which of the 6 groups get to place their installation in Pavilion for the upcoming Art Exhibition.
I don’t know how can people treat me this way. Do you dislike me so much to the point of not talking to me or waving or even saying hi? Whatever I’ve done wrong, I’m sorry. I don’t understand where do you get the guts of ignoring me. Why am I always the one getting bullied? Why am I always the one trying to reconcile even if i disliked you too? You said you were my friend, but I guess you didn’t mean it as much as you wanted others to be. Probably I’m not as fun, as exciting or as playful as the others. That’s what you want right? Have fun all the time? Sorry, friend. I’m not that kind of person. I don’t go out to shopping malls all the time, watch movies, go theme parks or arcades. If you want to waste your time and money there go ahead. Don’t ever come to me again for help with your work. Oh wait, you won’t. Cause you’re not talking to me. If being friend with you means I can never speak the truth to you or I have to take care of your emotions so much till I have to speak to you like a little girl, I pass. I’m not your maid who serves you and try to jaga your feelings all the time for the sake of our friendship. Do whatever you want, give me whatever shit face you want to give me because I don’t care anymore. Know why? Because this friendship of ours is not worth keeping.
God will give us the right friends we deserve & we will pick those who are among the ones that aren’t.
My mother’s father worked as a carpenter. On this particular day, he was building some crates for the clothes his church was sending to orphanages in China. On his way home, he reached into his shirt pocket to find his glasses, but they were gone. When he mentally replayed his earlier actions, he…
A young man learns what’s most important in life from the guy next door.
It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man… College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.
Over the phone, his mother told him, ‘Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday..’ Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
'Jack, did you hear me?'
'Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago,' Jack said.
'Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it,' Mom told him.
'I loved that old house he lived in,' Jack said.
'You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life,' she said.
'He's the one who taught me carpentry,' he said. 'I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important…Mom, I'll be there for the funeral,' Jack said.
As busy as he was, he kept his word… Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser’s funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.
Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture……Jack stopped suddenly.
'What's wrong, Jack?' his Mom asked..
'The box is gone,' he said
'What box?' Mom asked.
'There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk.. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,' Jack said.
It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.
'Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him,' Jack said. 'I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom.'
It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. ‘Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days,’ the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The wrapping was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago.. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. ‘Mr. Harold Belser’ it read.
Jack took the package out to his car and ripped it open. There inside was the gold box and an envelope.
Jack’s hands shook as he read the note inside the envelope. ‘Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It’s the thing I valued most in my life.’ A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. The! re inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.
Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover.
Inside he found these words engraved:
'Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser.’
'The thing he valued most was….my time' Jack told himself disbelievingly
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days.
'Why?' Janet, his assistant asked.
'I need some time to spend with my son,' he said.
'Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!'
'Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away,'
Think about this.. You may not realize it, but it’s 100% true.
1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for you..
2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
3. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don’t like you.
4. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.
5. You mean the world to someone you may not even know .
6. If not for you, someone may not be living..
7. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won’t get it, but if you trust God to do what’s best, and wait on His time, sooner or later, you will get it or something better.
8 When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come from it.
9. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world.
10. Always remember the compliments you received.. Forget about the rude remarks.
12. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know and you’l! l both be happy .
“Why does water not calm the tongue after eating hot spicy food?
The spices in most of the hot foods that we eat are oily, and, like your elementary school science teacher taught you, oil and water don’t mix. In this case, the water just rolls over the oily spices. What can you do to calm your aching tongue? Eat bread. The bread will absorb the oily spices. A second solution is to drink milk. Milk contains a substance called “casein” which will bind to the spices and carry them away. Alcohol also dissolves oily spices.”—Kalai V
i don’t know about you guys but i feel like i haven’t been blogging like i used to anymore. don’t you guys remember how fun it was just to blog with actual words and sentences of your own, about your day and such? yeah it’s true that pictures can speak a thousand words, but who would actually go to your blog and read them when it’s only full of OTHER peoples pictures and not yours? well, i’d be less interested to visit.
i can’t deny that looking at pictures of ice-cream, waffles, shoes, clothes and models are entertaining, but that excitement only last for that mere second. i miss reading real blog posts: the happenings, the everyday life and even the weather, because everything you write is about you guys. all the reblogging makes blogging seems so… simple. blogging is way more than that i assume.
this agitates me a bit cause i visited my Blogger the last couple weeks and i miss blogging there. that’s because it’s all about my day and about my friends, etc. in Tumblr, all i do is reblog reblog reblog, and i stopped blogging about my day. to me, blogging about the everyday occurrences reminds you about how your day/week was, and that is called memories.
“The muscle that lets your eye blink is the fastest muscle in your body. It allows you to blink 5 times a second. On average, you blink 15 000 times a day. That’s about 10 times per minute, or more than five million times a year. Women blink more than men.”—Kalai V
i miss the beach! back home, everywhere we walk or drive to, there’s always a beach in sight. i miss that. i miss gazing up to the sky and watch the sun set to the horizon.
HERE DON’T HAVE ONE OH. :( everything here are big, concrete buildings. i cannot deny that the infrastructure here are amazing and well developed, but for a kampung girl like me, the beach is where she belong, haha.
i just realized this you know. cause usually when im all stressed out back home from homework and things, going out would just calm me down. then i thought to myself what’s the factor that does so? *DING DING DING!* it’s the view of the beach.
ah.. hope to get back to KK soon. I MISS EATING CHUN KIEN.
»> Aristotle (384 - 322 BC) considered women ‘defective’ human beings.
Women were ‘infertile males’. “The female, since she is deficient in natural heat, is unable to ‘cook’ her menstrual fluid to the point of refinement, at which it would become semen (i.e. ‘seed’). Therefore her only contribution to the embryo is its matter, and a ‘field’ in which it can grow”. Her inability to produce semen is her deficiency.
The reason why the man dominates in society is his superior intelligence. Only the man is a full human being. “The relationship between the male and the female is by nature such that the male is higher, the female lower, that the male rules and the female is ruled.”
Ever since i started my foundation, I’ve skipped classes for 3 days already. :S The first time was when i thought class starts at 10am when it started at 8am. I woke at 9am and checked my phone for texts, then realized i was already late for class cause my friends text me asking where am i, haha. The thing is i wouldn’t have made it in time even if i rushed cause the school bus comes at 9.25am and i would reach school around 9.40am. By then class would have already ended.
Okay so the second time was absolutely relevant. i was sick - fever, flu, cough, sore throat. That morning when i woke, it was really terrible so i decided not to attend class, and stayed at home to rest instead. Thank God for friends who remembers my student id. :D
The third time which was today; i had a tremendous tummy cramp the whole morning. No matter which position im at - sitting, lying or standing, the pain was inevitable. So again i say how lucky i am to have friends to write my attendance for me. :D
on another note, I have exams for Moral Education and Malaysian Studies next week. T.T It’s so weird reading them in English! Totally feels like it’s another subject, sigh. God Bless me!
Nice kan. With the Malaysia flag some more. I look so patriotic in this picture HAHA.
i keep looking back at the past whether they were good or bad memories. good memories to daydream and bad memories to learn from. i wonder if they can be remake. circumstancially, i guess not.
i’ve been missing home a lot lately. looking through old pictures in my phone and computer wasn’t a good idea. things were so easy back then, so carefree and stress-less.
before i embark to this wild adventure here in KL, i’ve never thought how difficult it could be. partially on school assignments, but mostly on the emotional side. like you have to be strong all the time as your surrounding have changed. you’re no longer comfortable being anywhere.
adapt, that’s what they say. easier said than done right?
going back through time is like reminiscing old memories. going forward would be like driving on a highway with no stopping or going backwards.
here i am infront of the desktop at the school library. i suppose to have English class at 12pm, but we had an early class for an assignment briefing. my friends an i have no idea what to do till 4pm for our next class. Thank God we have a Student Life Centre here. there they have 2 pool tables with only 2 sticks, 2 ping pong tables and 2 football thingy. i don’t know what do you call those.
anyway, the library is freezing cold. they never switch the aircond off, so i heard. so most of the time, you see the glass windows get fogged up.
Taylor’s Lakeside University is quite beautiful actually.
Myth #1 – Introverts don’t like to talk. This is not true. Introverts just don’t talk unless they have something to say. They hate small talk. Get an introvert talking about something they are interested in, and they won’t shut up for days.
Myth #2 – Introverts are shy. Shyness has nothing to do with being an Introvert. Introverts are not necessarily afraid of people. What they need is a reason to interact. They don’t interact for the sake of interacting. If you want to talk to an Introvert, just start talking. Don’t worry about being polite.
Myth #3 – Introverts are rude. Introverts often don’t see a reason for beating around the bush with social pleasantries. They want everyone to just be real and honest. Unfortunately, this is not acceptable in most settings, so Introverts can feel a lot of pressure to fit in, which they find exhausting.
Myth #4 – Introverts don’t like people. On the contrary, Introverts intensely value the few friends they have. They can count their close friends on one hand. If you are lucky enough for an introvert to consider you a friend, you probably have a loyal ally for life. Once you have earned their respect as being a person of substance, you’re in.
Myth #5 – Introverts don’t like to go out in public. Nonsense. Introverts just don’t like to go out in public FOR AS LONG. They also like to avoid the complications that are involved in public activities. They take in data and experiences very quickly, and as a result, don’t need to be there for long to “get it.” They’re ready to go home, recharge, and process it all. In fact, recharging is absolutely crucial for Introverts.
Myth #6 – Introverts always want to be alone. Introverts are perfectly comfortable with their own thoughts. They think a lot. They daydream. They like to have problems to work on, puzzles to solve. But they can also get incredibly lonely if they don’t have anyone to share their discoveries with. They crave an authentic and sincere connection with ONE PERSON at a time.
Myth #7 – Introverts are weird. Introverts are often individualists. They don’t follow the crowd. They’d prefer to be valued for their novel ways of living. They think for themselves and because of that, they often challenge the norm. They don’t make most decisions based on what is popular or trendy.
Myth #8 – Introverts are aloof nerds. Introverts are people who primarily look inward, paying close attention to their thoughts and emotions. It’s not that they are incapable of paying attention to what is going on around them, it’s just that their inner world is much more stimulating and rewarding to them.
Myth #9 – Introverts don’t know how to relax and have fun. Introverts typically relax at home or in nature, not in busy public places. Introverts are not thrill seekers and adrenaline junkies. If there is too much talking and noise going on, they shut down. Their brains are too sensitive to the neurotransmitter called Dopamine. Introverts and Extroverts have different dominant neuro-pathways. Just look it up.
Myth #10 – Introverts can fix themselves and become Extroverts. Introverts cannot “fix themselves” and deserve respect for their natural temperament and contributions to the human race. In fact, one study (Silverman, 1986) showed that the percentage of Introverts increases with IQ.
Definition: a person or thing that leads, a guiding or directing head.
Yes we appointed you as the leader, but that doesn’t mean when there is work you can boss us around. Divide the work load properly and clearly so that we know what to do. what has been said and given out to stays that way. Stop changing your mind and make us redo the proposals. Stop asking us to do last minute things. You should know what you want us to do from the start already. All you care is whether you’ve got your job done. You do not care if we know what you want. We asked you, but you didn’t explain it clearly. You may have the time, but some people don’t. They have other things to do. You’re local and most of us aren’t. You don’t need to hang the laundries, wash your clothes, clean your room, and wash the dishes and toilet. You have your own room, your own space where you’re comfortable with. We don’t. We tire easily because of the things we have to do compare to you. We have to look for food, transport, everything ourselves. Where you’re in your own home and every meal of the day is served once you get to the kitchen. Yes you’re the leader; you’re supposed to tell us what to do. But hellooo, a leader doesn’t ORDER people to do work. Look up the dictionary and read the definition of the word “LEADER”. You’re supposed to work with us, share together and do them together. I’m sick of you saying, “I’m the leader. You guys are suppose to listen to what i say.” you don’t even have the guts to go up on stage and present like a leader you say are - so high and mighty and powerful. Who do you think you are to say that maaannn. Yes leader are to respect, but heck no. i didn’t yell back at you it’s not because i respect you as a leader. i do that because i respect you as a friend. Don’t think you’re more superior because you have the ‘leader’ title. a leader is a person who suppose to know what’s going on - with work, with what we should do. No ask us what to do. Make a decision and we will give opinions on it and try to improve on it. Stop trying to SAY to us that you really do know anything. Actions speak louder than words. Suck it up and SHOW us something. DO something about it man. Pride doesn’t bring you anywhere. Everybody has a patience level, but when it goes over the line, you be careful because you have no idea how lucky you are right now.
Definition: a person or thing that leads, a guiding or directing head.