Well now, this is less subtly dada.
In fact, the idea is ripped off from an existing design.
I don't quite like it at all and it has none of the characteristics that would make it obviously mine.
But I had to try it out to see.
Innovation is about copying a whole bunch of ideas successfully such that no one can tell where you copied from.
Plagiarism is a failed attempt at innovation. HAHA!
Je suis parfois curieux, pourquoi les gens ont la peine de mentir.
Il me perturbe beaucoup. Est-il vraiment plus facile de mentir par rapport a se tenir par la verite? Mentir = frotter la bouche avec du chilli.
J'ai eu cette tentation brule hors de moi très tôt dan la vie. Haha. C'est peut être ça qui me fait un meilleur menteur, ou bien, mieux a la manipulation de la vérité de toute façon.
Et toi, je ne te crois plus.
Jaloux? Tu n'as pas le droit.
Libellés : font
>12:34 AM
Feel free with the seeds of the dreams that you grow
till they eat what they speak and you reap what you sow
At midnight, bliss n eso
Well what do you know. Even saints run out of patience.
I wonder why.
To A,
Imagine being a teacher and having a brilliant student who could answer all your questions. Wouldn't you want to test him with more challenging ones?
What if he's gifted? What if he's a genius?
His ability to sail through challenging questions only proves his intelligence.
And after it all, wouldn't you love him, the way a parent loves his child?
God is like the teacher, and you are the brilliant student. (I suspect I told your this before)
I hope you sail through your challenging questions, and find the balance you crave in life.
I believe you are capable of so much more if only they care to see the wonderwoman you really are.
Perseverance!
When the situation finally changes, we'll go for our airasia Paris trip. Set?
Or well, I don't mind settling for just Batam. Give it 2 more years? (:
Libellés : font
>1:59 AM
Mentally and physically drained.
Okay, I admit. Lunch, climb, dinner, supper is insanely ambitious. I will pay the consequences of my actions when I wake up in 6 hours.
Okay, here's what it is.
I've been trying to balance type without using a grid, and at the same time, break typographic rules one tiny step at a time. The idea is that if I slowly begin to let loose in type and treat them more like image, after a week, dada would begin to emerge. Something where type, meaning and aesthetics have no link at all to each other.
I'm hoping the experiment produces interesting results.
>3:36 AM
Well said, Einstein.
I'm slowly trying to get used to colour again.
As I said, a small step each day!
Libellés : font
>9:38 PM
I browsed through my fonts and came across this oddly pretty font. I love serifs like these but a lot of them are really really weak and tiresome to work with.
Dada is really a way of thinking, and not an artistic style. Although it did lead to surrealism.
L H O O Q : elle a chaud au cul : she has a hot ass
It means nothing and I'm really not going to analyze something that has no meaning.
But see, that's my point.
I need to break it and do something for nothing, just for now.
And, uhm, 4 months later, I'm still as confused as I ever was.
Run again? We're still in limbo.
>2:53 AM
J'en ai assez.
Vous m'énervez.
You know, for once, I'm not having doubts in the school system. I trust it completely now.
I've always been a fan of school systems and unlike some people, I actually think they really work well.
I feel my doubts clearing like grey skies on a good sunny morning. It actually makes a whole lot of sense, when you stop to think about it. Well, assignment requirements are clear, and marking criteria is evidently reflected in the forms.
I now find myself wondering why it even disturbed me in the first place.
Faith does good things.
This is one of them.
Et bien,
si tu me connais bien,
tu sais la vérité.
Tant pis.
>1:20 AM
My relationships with people around me are in such messes these days that sometimes I feel like burying my head deep underground and ignoring the world passing by. I don't even know what is real anymore.
"I think you and him make a good couple."
Honestly? I've heard this at least three times, each time applied to a different person, and said by a different person.
I think it's a joke because I don't want to think about what it implies.
And I don't want to think about it but the fact that I hung up on him to pick up J's call keeps haunting me and playing on my guilt.
I think it's time to stop running and decide.
Hold on or let go.
"I think you and him make a good couple."
Honestly? I've heard this at least three times, each time applied to a different person, and said by a different person.
I think it's a joke because I don't want to think about what it implies.
And I don't want to think about it but the fact that I hung up on him to pick up J's call keeps haunting me and playing on my guilt.
I think it's time to stop running and decide.
Hold on or let go.
>2:58 PM
Today was a good day.
The sun was merciless and when I looked at myself in the mirror just now, I think I'm convinced that I'm a shade darker. (:
And my aches and pains tell me that my muscles have been fully utilised today.
That aside, honestly, I am really sick of it. At times like these, I'm pretty thankful for B.
I am tired of people who don't back up their words with actions.
It happens time and again, they never fail to disappoint.
Exhausting.
Lembu dipegang pada tali,
Manusia dipegang pada janji.
Maybe my mind's stuck in the ancient times where honour and integrity actually meant something.
I had another long talk with mum just now about my future path and she kept telling me not to be so pessimistic.
A tiny speech she made that shut me up totally because I find myself out of valid points to argue:
"How do you know you are going to fail? You keep saying your best is not good enough, but have you ever seen it from another point of view? The good that you get, is really an excellent. Think how far you have come in just a few years, think of how much you can achieve if you put in a few more. Think, with no background in art whatsoever, you can get a good, at the same standard as someone who has had years of art education or working experience. Why won't you see it that way??"
I'm not sure I agree totally with her. But she makes sense. Maybe I'm just impatient to see results. But no. I'm just not working hard enough.
Over dinner just now, Tas man said that I need to unlearn my scientific background.
Stop thinking logically, start thinking creatively. Step out of my self-imposed rules. But who knows, my scientific approach to design might work?
Also. I have decided, that perhaps, my project outcomes this semester seemed to reflect a strength in graphic, because of the way I handled them. Not a good reflection of who I am as a person. One semester, does not, my life, make.
I don't really care if they see it or not.
But I need to have faith in what I see in myself and in what others see in me.
And also, in what a computer generated quiz sees in me, apparently.
So. Here I am.
My current wallpaper is the label I made for my ads book:
Lest I forget. (:
>1:08 AM
Hmm.
I'm a-thinking that this is bordering on obsession.
Maybe tas man can save on phone bills these few months. (:
>2:13 AM
It's yellow. It's ugly. Nothing goes with it.
But it can save your life.
I think the SMP is: "If Lagerfield can get past the ugliness, why not you?"
It's implying that many people avoid donning the yellow vest due to vanity.
In Singapore, we could probably attribute it to laziness but seeing as it's a French ad, it's a big HAHA.
Fashion kills?
Well, maybe for the French.
>11:42 PM
I honestly think this Schindler's list theme song is playing with my mind.
My heart just skipped a beat.
So much for running away.
Maybe underneath it all, I really do care?
>1:33 AM
About as subtle as a brick to the forehead.
I won't be put down, I won't be shackled,
I won't be held back, I won't be tackled,
I won't be locked up, I won't be thrown out,
Now that I know how to fly.
This reminds me of 3 years ago.
Whatthedevil.
>1:12 AM
This here is where all the awesome copywriting occurs. I think.
TextEdit no longer gives me the mood I need to come up with awesome copy. And I need something pretty awesome for the portfolio.
And I realised I just repeated awesome thrice.
Awesome.
I feel like shit for bailing out on jo's 21st but I think I'd have made horrible company, what with thoughts of school work clouding my mind.
I bumped into J at wilkie starbucks just now, right after I've been thinking about how we haven't talked in ages. I think it's freaky how that still happens. Everytime I start to compose an email to check on him (like to see if he's still aboveground and breathing), I'll suddenly receive a text from him. Or he would pop up in msn after months of absence.
Odd how he's considered an old friend now.
Cogito ergo sum: overused and misunderstood? Or the awesomest philosophical argument ever? A bit existential in nature, though maybe, it sparked off existentialism. I really can't remember the lecture we had on this. Think think think.
>8:44 PM
Despite getting only 3 hours of sleep, I managed to drag myself down to fancy to have breakfast with J.
But I had a good, comfortable morning.
Latte in hand, sitting in a cozy booth next to a window streaked with rainwater, we talked design.
We tore apart Tim Brown's ideology and patched it back up and tore it again. We argued about what design thinking is and hell, there's no solution to this discussion, but is that not the point of a discourse?
- Throw ideas
- Tear them up
- DS tape some of them together
- Add more brain juice
- Grind to a smooth paste
- Mix with lukewarm water, gargle and spit it out.
Good ideas are not meant to be swallowed whole.
Use the aftertaste to come up with something G R E A T .
The three key things I leart from the Tim Brown lecture is:
ASK the right questions
DESIGN thinking is not a skill, it's a way of life
BELIEVE that you can change the world, and you will
Honestly, I miss coffee sessions with A for this particular reason. Discourse.
And also, remember that academic ability is NOT intelligence.
So which side of the fence are you sitting on?
I think 10 hours with J is a bit like a painkiller overdose.
High and crazed. Heart beats a prestissimo staccato.
Nobody tells you how scary it is to take risks.
You said jump.
I'll do better, I'll fly.
>2:19 AM
Sorry, J, couldn't resist it. Laughed out loud at this one.
Please send more emails when you're drunk, it provides good entertainment.
>2:55 AM
Minimalism was really the first art movement that made me go "wow". I've been in love with it since forever but lately, I've been wondering if I'm getting too comfy in my minimalist shoes.
I love being a minimalist.
But, am I being lazy?
I want to Dada my portfolio.
J will flip. All the more reason to do it.
>4:04 AM
Bunch of stuff left to do but I'm excited to start on this year's portfolio.
Cos when you use your mind,
take a step at a time,
you can do anything,
that you wanna do.
Anybody who can recognize the song above, tell me, we might be soulmates. HAHA?
I hate it when things I assume turn out to be real.
Lie in the shadows to wait, and the arrow hits sang kancil.
Omg? It dies.
I wonder why I insist on blogging at this hour all the time when I know it makes me write nonsense. That's perhaps the point.
I secretly hope B doesn't get the internship so we can go do stuff all the things on the to do list.
Like climb.
I was reaching for one of those pinched rocks, pushing myself when my fingers were screaming at me that I can no longer trust them to grip. I dug my toes into the tiny crevice they were on and prepared to make a lunge for it with my right hand. Without looking down, I shouted, "I'm gonna jump for it, okay?"
"Okay, but you fall, I fly! Did you put on weight?" was his reply.
I ignored it. I fell. We both flew anyway.
Tiny thrills.
And well what do you know, I no longer fear falling when I'm tied to a rope.
Alah bisa, tegal biasa.
Running on recessive memory cells, I hope I got it right.
I love the fact that Malaysian and Indonesian signs are all in their language.
Yeah. And Singapore is apparently half China.
>3:43 AM
There are times, I feel that the ideas in my head are locked behind a big iron gate.
Something heavy-duty and ornate, gilted in gold, just to be spiteful.
And I panic because I know they are there but I don't have the key to get in.
Imagine needing to go to the toilet urgently but you're locked outside the house without a key.
Do you climb through the window?
Or do you pee in the flower pot?
Or do you run like the hellhounds are after you to the nearest coffeeshop?
Choices, choices.
The choice you make at each stage of your life actually determines how the rest of your life will unfold.
I remember Mr K w e k saying, "Study hard for 6 months to get a good life for 60 years."
Well. On verra.
Oh god, I miss you.
Aku sangkakan itu hanyalah gurauan,
nyata kau serius dalam senyuman.
>3:55 AM
>12:33 PM
Let's talk things to death.
Sometimes I think I should just shut up.
Other times, I wish I could say more.
What are words but a form of communication?
Say nothing, communicate nothing.
Okay.
I will be honest. Tomorrow.
Sometimes being a horrible person is what it takes, he says.
Dear you,
You can't be the hero forever.
Learn to let go.
10% luck
20% skill
15% concentrated power of will
5% pleasure
50% pain
100% reason to remember the name
Sometimes I think I should just shut up.
Other times, I wish I could say more.
What are words but a form of communication?
Say nothing, communicate nothing.
Okay.
I will be honest. Tomorrow.
Sometimes being a horrible person is what it takes, he says.
Dear you,
You can't be the hero forever.
Learn to let go.
10% luck
20% skill
15% concentrated power of will
5% pleasure
50% pain
100% reason to remember the name
>5:49 PM