Showing posts with label Random. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Random. Show all posts

Monday, January 14, 2013

Revamp and Rewind.

I have given the old blog a new haircut, after contemplating for so long about what to do to make it more expressive of..well...me.

The background is the only form of doodling that naturally results when I hold a pen to paper. When I doodle, you'll know it, because there will always be this doodle of swirls and paisley bubbles with some indian henna art accents here and there. I'll do a compilation of all the doodles I've done to show you that every single time I hold a pen, this pattern ends up on my paper somehow. I suppose it's muscle memory now. This should honestly be my signature. Although the doodle isn't that great, I agree it is a little messy. I decided to just wing it, and honestly it feels like its very me when I look at it, and I'm happy with it regardless. Here's what it looks like, the 10 minute doodle:

Drawn on the iPad with Paper53, edited with Phoster

The pastels are my favourite colours. I have a bracelet on my wrist of the same colours; baby green and coral-y salmon-y pink, with a hint of grey. The combination of turquoise-ish and peach-ish shades have been an obsession for a long time now, after I got over gold and black. So I decided to incorporate that on here to make it soothing for my eyes to see too. We'll see what colour combo I fancy later on.

Also, I promised a little update on my yearlong project Project Life which I mentioned in my previous blog post. And so, here it is :)

Week 1 : Project Life
So that's an entire week in a picture for you.

From Left: A cake I baked on new year's day, text card of what I did on 2/1, screen shot of a funny conversation on 3/1, impromptu meeting with lovelies on 4/1, going to get the car washed on 5/1 and the first (and extremely hard) final exam on 6/1. I didn't have an extra frame to show you 7/1, but that was just filled with staying at home and playing Clay Jam, so no worries. Haha.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but you're probably thinking..."Why, what mundane, meaningless pictures she's taking."

The only reason why I'm doing this is I find myself constantly telling myself to try and remember every moment when I'm experiencing it. Why? Because I don't remember a whole lot about my childhood, and it's sad to look at pictures of myself when I was younger and not be able to remember.

So, by taking a picture daily, I'm physically forcing myself to make a memory and document it, and it's an indistinct way of me strengthening my memory as well, haha. But what I have found though, is that just by looking at a single picture, I can remember what I did the most of day on the day the picture was taken. I hope this continues further on into the project, as I've always wanted a good memory!

As of now, I'm collecting the photos on my iPad, and am planning to print them all out and make a photo journal if you will, so it's more sentimental. :)

Well then, hasn't this been the over-zealous attempt at blogging from an infrequent blog updater? 
Twice in one day..after how long?

I forget how much I love blogging. 

Here's to rediscovering old loves, and creating new memories. 

Turrah,
Your friendly neighbourhood K.



Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Le 13 after 2000.

Hello 2013 :) 

Why, my 1/365 was perfect. Filled with family, friends and good food!


Here's to another year of trying to catch up with my "at least one a month" posting policy.

Also, I'm to start a yearlong project inspired by "Project Life" created by Becky Higgins, introduced to me by Photojojo's article of photo project suggestions  :)

However I am torn whether to do it digitally or physically, because the retro-soul in me loves to feel the ridges and elevations and textures that make a scrapbook a scrapbook. However gone are the days where my idea of scrapbooks were an obligatory swarm of packed pictures with ribbons and buttons.

Now, I think of a scrapbook being more suave, if a scrapbook can even be described that. And, calm. A calm, sophisticated, colorful, awesome scrapbook that oozes dedication, appreciation and most of all, that collects memories!

Ill post the first week's worth of the project when I'm done, so you can see what I'll be doing for the rest of the year!

I've still yet to decide whether to go digital, or tangible.


Hope you've had a good 1/365 :)

May 2013 be ayy doubleyou eeeee esss oh em eeee!

Turrah ;)




Wednesday, October 3, 2012

The Surrealistic Reality

I've always enjoyed imagination. I consider it my companion when certain times come that are of boring nature, or when times the mind tuning out is the preferred option (i.e. in boring lectures).

After finishing a class one day, a friend and I decided to have a seat in the foyer of the faculty before we had to enter another mundane moral obligation ( I am actually talking about attending class here, I know, exaggeration, which I am known for. Allow me to remind you that you do know this, I've told you a million times, pun intended).

I looked to my left and there it was. Surrealism, mid-morning, staring at me right in the face. Blatant, bleak and other-worldly.

My faculty is on the 10th to 12th floor of a tower. And the foyer on the 11th floor has a balcony, from which one is able to view a few sections of Shah Alam and also a little bit of Klang. But looking at the gaping hole from a distance, and also from a point where there was little light, that hole was completely white and bright. I felt like I was thrown into a futuristic movie, or that the faculty had somehow floated into a thick dense cloud. On second thought, I recall feeling like we were at the edge of the world. Because you couldn't see ANYTHING, behind the brightness. It had this effect on my sight, that made everything else around me dimmer, as if it was shining even brighter. It was, eerie, to say the least.

For a split second, I actually second guessed reality. I had to look into the bleakness and convince myself that I was not in a dream. What assured me that I wasn't, was the fact that I could see everyones faces clearly. Normally in dreams faces are blurry, as pointed out by Aisyah a few years back.

Without taking my eyes away from the white, I said to my friend "When I look at that I feel like I'm in a dream, it's a very surreal feeling". And he looked followed my gaze and said "Yeah, I get why you feel that way." I also decided to take a picture of it; a decision that I think was awesome now.

After that I blocked out until we had to go to class.

Call me crazy, but for some bizarre reason I cannot forget that sight and the feeling it gave me.
When you see the picture of what I saw (which absolutely exactly depicts the way I saw it), I don't know what you're going to think. But, hopefully you'll understand my point of view, and see past the obvious. I honestly felt, different for those few seconds. Maybe my imagination runs too wild, but one thing I know is that I'll never forget it.

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dream.

Do you see it? I still do. Haha




Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Inconsistencies

This was fun to do :) I recently bought a touch pen for RM5 for my iPad, and decided to test it out by writing a blog entry :) App used was Notability. It'll be too small if I shrink it to fit the size of this blog, so I'm afraid you'll have to click it to enlarge and read it :)

Monday, April 30, 2012

Mardlepops and cheebrazetahs.

Finally got round to making those clay polymer pens I wrote about in my Valentines Day post this year.

These are my first batch, so they're not perfect, and I'll be making more and in different colours as well as designs also :)

Been experimenting with some design ideas and they seem to work well!

I've been thinking and have decided that these will be up for sale in the near future. Will update soon about that.
I've already named the designs as well haha :D That's how excited I am.

Well, here you go!


The rest haven't been finished yet, but the one in the front is roughly what they'll look like as the finished product.


 From left : Mardlepop and Cheebrazetah :)

Pretty cool eh?

Can't wait to make more! 


Love
K productions.