tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183385961026838212024-02-19T23:31:05.324-08:00The 4 A.M. Blogger4AMBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13967411603846150467noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318338596102683821.post-67878047375237128072011-04-15T14:36:00.000-07:002011-04-15T14:41:27.134-07:004.14 A.M. Tea Talk with The Dalai Lama.Dear Reader,<br />Sometimes I see myself as a wise person.. <br />Perhaps a little too wise for my age..<br />Thus may be the reason why the Dalai Lama (amongst others) is one of my Idols.<br /><br /><blockquote>We have bigger houses but smaller families;<br />More conveniences, but less time;<br />We have more degrees, but less sense;<br />More knowledge, but less judgment;<br />More experts, but more problems;<br />More medicines, but less healthiness;<br />We've been all the way to the moon and back,<br />but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor.<br />We build more computers to hold more information to produce more copies than ever but have less communication.<br />We have become long on quantity, but short on quality.<br />These are times of fast foods but slow digestion;<br />Tall men but short character;<br />Steep profits but shallow relationships.<br />It's a time when there is much in the window, but nothing in the room.<br /></blockquote> ~ The 14th Dalai Lama<br /><br />Talk about "FOOD FOR THOUGHT" <br /><br />Good Night Dear Reader,<br />I hope you're having sweet sugary dreams.4AMBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13967411603846150467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318338596102683821.post-42779965387911306372011-03-24T14:41:00.000-07:002011-03-24T15:16:30.922-07:004.13 A.M. The Last To Give Up... The First To Succeed.Dear Reader,<br /><br />I understand I don't update my blog quite as often as you probably would like,<br />But i'm honestly grateful that you have been ever so patient to check back for my updates or lack there of. <br /><br />See, when you study at a certain Art Academy..<br />Your life starts revolving around it, You start hanging out with people from the Academy cause you never have enough free time to socialize much outside..<br />In fact, I've come to realize that at least 75% of the time people find love within campus grounds..<br />I suppose that makes sense doesn't it? <br />Cause you can lump work and personal life together..<br />Therefore spending time with that special him or her while chasing deadlines..<br />And you never have to worry about him/her complaining bout not spending time together, because he/she would naturally understand the nature of the workload students of this.. Academy.. face on a daily basis..<br /><br />which can be quite the pain in the tush region...<br /><br />Within the last 36 hours.. I've gone from feeling Stressed to feeling Hopeless .. somehow looping it back up to hopeful .. down to rock-bottom-my-future-is-in-jeopardy .. to shame .. again up to hopeful .. then screwed up.. then down right tired.. to I-have-to-blog-about-this..<br /><br />It starts with the incredibly amazing software most Digital Animators use.. Autodesk Maya.. see while I understand how modelling a object works on maya perfectly well.. I have more than a little problem understanding how actually animating the entire thing works.. and to top it all off.. <br /><br />MAYA ... HATES ... ME..<br />so it crashes.. corrupts.. and doesn't listen to the commands i give it .. more than half the time...<br /><br />Yesterday I was required to animate the movement of this tank I previously modeled on Maya..<br /><br />and things didn't go the way i would have preferred it to.. <br /><br />sat up all night trynna tweak things...<br />went to class and tried fixing things there..<br />asked my lecturers for help (thank god they're like heaven sent angels)<br />managed to work my tank..<br />but then when i saved my work to submit it... the file conveniently corrupted itself and refused to open.. <br /><br />the whole time I kept thinking .. I can't do this anymore.. I give up.. but then I kept on keeping on.. <br />I listened to a very inspiring individuals podcasts on youtube while working to keep myself going..<br /><br />and then my lecturer comes up to me during class..<br /><br />C: You look sad.. what's wrong?<br />Me: I am sad.. I suck at maya..<br />C: you don't suck :) <br />Me: I do<br />C: you don't..<br />Me: I do<br />C: why do you think you do?<br />Me: cause i can't even make my bloody tank move..<br />C: just try.. you gotta try :)<br /><br />and then she walked away.. but was patient enough to answer EVERYTHING each silly question i asked.. <br />both my 3D Maya Essential lecturers are amazing.. <br /><br />infact... most of my lecturers this sem are pretty awesome.. some painfully honest.. but hey .. honesty is teaching.. <br /><br />anyway i somehow managed to finish my work and was about to submit my video and Maya Binary scene file.. when the scene file corrupted.. So my submission folder lacks 1 file :(<br /><br />anyway .. bottom line is i'm just so .. seriously SO glad i made it through today alive.. (trust me I had serious doubts).<br /><br />Dear Reader,<br />A wise man told his fans throught a podcast..<br />The last one to give up.. will be the first to succeed.. <br />and fate will keep throwing you curb balls to see if you have what it takes to attain success..<br />It's up to you to keep chugging along to achieving your dreams.<br />or to give up and to simply flush your dreams down the drains.<br /><br />today I chose to chug along.. <br />And god help me.. I need that will power..<br /><br />Dear Reader,<br />untill next time,<br />good night..4AMBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13967411603846150467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318338596102683821.post-79860897052306347062011-03-06T10:21:00.000-08:002011-03-06T10:32:45.617-08:004.12 A.M. Pretending.This isn't normally my blogging style.. <br />But i'm allowed to vent right?<br />This IS my blog after all?<br />I don't know where i'm headed anymore..<br />It honestly feels like a downward spiral to nowhere!<br /><br />I keep advising people.. saying things will get better..<br />but I am finding it hard to convince myself to believe the same..<br /><br />will I be another victim of the system?<br /><br />I can't quit..<br />I won't quit..<br />I just wan't time..<br /><br />Dolphin Shark or Tuna?<br />who am I?<br />Who are you Ms. 4AM Blogger?<br /><br />Dear Reader..<br />I've reached my breaking point..4AMBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13967411603846150467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318338596102683821.post-38274026203034600432011-02-19T12:09:00.000-08:002011-02-19T12:49:13.204-08:004.11 A.M. The Valentine Jerk.Dear Reader,<br /><br />I hope Valentines day was pleasant for you.<br />For Me .. it was just like any other day..<br />Started off with Life Drawing where my lecturer apologized for being hard on us (aww how can you be mad at someone for being sweet enough to apologize???)<br />Then went on to Photography class.. where my Photo's were all accepted .. FINALLY WOOT and we were given this new assignment to capture color in photography .. (yes DUH all photographs are in color but that's not the kind of color i'm talking about)<br /><br />ANYWAY .. so what possibly could have gone wrong you ask?<br />what made me title this post as is?<br /><br />well .. here's the story..<br /><br /><br />So after class I went across the street to the mall (yes .. the mall is across the street .. literally .. how cool is that right!?)<br />to check if my Canon 60D shipment was in (whom I have already named Cameron .. cute name right?) but it wasn't ...<br />anyway .. after that I waited for a bit at the main entrance in my usual spot waiting for my dad to come pick me up.. listening to my Mp3 player .. super massively loud like I always do.. chilling out on the stairs .. playing Angry Birds on my phone .. <br /><br />but then my phone battery went flat .. <br />so I started people watching..<br /><br />Now if you know Sunway Pyramid .. you would know there is this guy that receives people as they get out of cars .. like he's literally helped me open the car door a number of times and closed it for me before .. He's a really nice guy ..(from here on I'll refer to him a "TIM" I don't actually know his name but "TIM" should work)<br />but he looks like there may be something .. not right about him .. I don't mean this in a Mean way .. but he seems slightly mentally challenged in some way .. he's never caused a scene with anyone or anything.. he just is different.. <br /><br />So I sat there on the steps watching as this black Hyundai Santa Fe pulled up.. and out came this Caucasian man with sandy brown hair looking all nice and tanned (From here on I'll call him "THE JERK" and I genuinely thought to myself .. "oo .. eye candy" .. <br /><br />Apparently he was picking someone up from the mall..<br />So he got out and opened the boot up for them to put their bags in..<br />So "TIM" as part of his job walked up to the back of the car to help "THE JERK" close it.. and all "TIM" did was touch the door.. <br /><br />now I don't exactly know what was said .. but trust me .. It seemed bad.. <br /><br />"THE JERK" pushed "TIM's" hand off the door .. and had this rude expression on his face and was like telling him these things need to be done "delicately" or something .. at least that was what I had understood from the body hand gestures... <br /><br />He then just walked away .. leaving "TIM" bewildered.. got into his car and started making these rude faces at whoever was in the car and pointed at "TIM"<br /><br /><br />now at this point 2 things ran through my mind..<br />1) ok EW you are SOOOO not hot anymore ... <br /><br />and 2) I have some fancy hand gestures to show you too Mr Jerk! .. It involves a finger..<br /><br /><br />TIM stood there for a whole minute .. as cars just dropped people off right in front of him .. which he didn't open the doors for.. and then just went M.I.A..<br /><br />I mean seriously .. i cannot stand arrogant good looking ... assh*les! <br />YOU are not that perfect!<br />YOU do not have the right to treat other's that way!<br />YOU are not above us in any way!<br />seriously dude .. WTF!? <br /><br />I hope someone SERIOUSLY scratched your car .. <br /><br />like this huge scratch that you can't polish off .. <br /><br />You will HAVE to get a paint job .. <br /><br /><br />Dear Reader,<br />Promise me you'll treat other people as you would wish to be treated yourself??<br /><br />Goodnight Dear Reader.4AMBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13967411603846150467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318338596102683821.post-81133016164290319032011-02-10T10:50:00.000-08:002011-02-10T12:10:34.045-08:004.10 A.M. A Thank You Note, A Moment of Pride and A Lesson in Ethics..Dear Reader,<br />As you .. may .. or may not know.. I can sometimes have a severely slow grasp on things.. Most recently I've found myself paddling to save my life in the giant lake that is 3D Maya Essentials.<br />It's not that I'm completely dumb at it, I just have to be SHOWED the steps once or twice before i COMPLETELY understand.<br />So I really appreciate all the help I get, from everyone, seriously Thank you.. I don't think I say that enough. If you have ever helped me, directly, or indirectly Thank You.. for putting up with my endless questions :)<br /><br /><br />My first Maya Moment of Pride arrived this morning.. or .. rather yesterday morning, when I entered class and my friends asked how i had modeled my Tank Tracks, (we're supposed to model construction/army vehicles for our project). So apparently modeling Tank Tracks is incredibly temperamental... so I was keeping my tracks till the very end... I had experimented with the method (learned of course from a very good friend who was kind enough to upload a bunch of tutorial pictures for me online: Again .. Thank You!) so I did have an idea on how to get the tank tracks done right.. So i took my laptop, sat down, and explained the steps to 2 of my friends.. of course there was a Lil mistake along the way but i figured it out and explained it to my friends which made me feel a Lil smarter :D.. so yes, I take pride in knowing I'm not that dumb, and for my friends who have helped me? Do take pride in this Lil achievement too, cause you helped *winks*<br /><br />OK so the next bit is going to be a Lil edgy.. <br /><br />Dear Waiter @ The Restaurant,<br />First of all, I would like to say that you, are one hell of a lucky bugger cause the restaurant you work at.. actually serves decent to good food. OTHERWISE I probably would have thrown a bitch fit and walked on right out of there. ANYWAY, the other day I walked into the restaurant wanting to buy take out lunch for my mom and I. You took my order asking how I was, cause I used to frequent the restaurant and I hadn't come by in a while..<br /><br />Here's when you started pissing me off...<br />1) After I was nice enough to answer you, YOU tell me I'm fat.. dude .. where'd that come from? I KNOW i'm fat.. You don't have to rub it in.. would you like it if i told you that putting henna on your fingers is just GAY!? yeah .. don't think I didn't notice..<br /><br />2) You go away and come back 2 minutes later .. only to say I'm fat again .. DUDE .. SERIOUSLY .. NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!<br /><br />and then .. here's the cherry on top of it all..<br /><br />3) You approach me after insulting me TWICE.. and then you say .. "Oh we got you're order's mixed up.. so um .. could you wait a while more?" <br /><br />Oh yeah .. sure .. insult me then expect me to be polite AND patient with you... you're LUCKY i was tired and I just wanted to get home .. cause I swear I would've done something.. <br /><br />I know i'm bigger than average.. and quite honestly.. I don't wanna be this way.. but I am .. it is none of your business .. so why don't you just leave me alone?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Dear Reader.. I almost cried...<br /><br />Goodnight4AMBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13967411603846150467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318338596102683821.post-44950185525493759772011-02-01T12:15:00.000-08:002011-02-01T12:43:12.129-08:004.09 A.M. Confessions of A Dimwit.So if you are an ardent follower of my blog.. you would have noticed that my blog hasn't been updated in.. Quite a while.. <br />I have a valid reason for my blog temporarily dying this time.<br />It was simply because Blogspot.com stopped allowing me to log in with my username..<br />so .. i was dumb enough to not think of using my email address to log in instantly..<br />took me some time.. and a friend to ask me if i still blogged for me to retry logging in.. and what d'ya know? it worked!<br /><br />So here I am, at exactly 4.18 A.M. on my first day of my Chinese New Year break.. <br />Blogging my heart out about things that matter the most to me.<br /><br />One of the few things I have to talk about is the start of my 2nd Academic year at TOA. <br />I have actually begun classes related to my Major this time.. which is fun.. most of it at least.. except 2 of my 6 classes that make me feel like my soul is being sucked out of my ear by a mysterious force when i'm in it.. <br /><br />But.. of course.. the start of my new academic year also very simply measures up to one more thing.. the death of my social calendar..<br /><br />Since starting Year 2 of my 3 year diploma course I have experienced severe lack of sleep, resulting in eye bags that even make up can't aid..<br /><br />Julian explained that life will get better in year 3.. IF ... I make it out of year 2 alive ... gee thanks for the note of confidence Julian.. you remind me of King Julien from Madagascar by the way.. Maybe it's just the name .. not sure .. but .. "I like to move it move it"<br /><br />On OTHER interesting news.. I have officially broken the habit of slamming my phone into the ground (that lil trick gave me an A for Drama Class thank you very much) because as indestructible as Nokia's are (my dad took my E61i for himself and it's still in good condition despite all the throwing around i did with it..) I can't afford to do the same with my new baby.. <br /><br />YES ... I'd like you to meet .. Andy ... the Android.. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juoCSW9CpYs/TSHTbFcE4oI/AAAAAAAABvQ/OadlQfD49V0/s1600/samsung-galaxy-5-android.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juoCSW9CpYs/TSHTbFcE4oI/AAAAAAAABvQ/OadlQfD49V0/s1600/samsung-galaxy-5-android.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />On my brothers last trip down to Malaysia, he decided to present me with this for my 19th birthday.. :) He's a darling.. he REALLY is..<br /><br />so .. i know this isn't my normal posting style.. but it was really just a quick update about everything that's been happening and stuff.. <br /><br />so dear reader untill next time .. <br />Xīnnián kuàilè, wǒ xīwàng zài tù nián nǐ hé nǐ de jiārén dài lái hǎo yùn, fēnfēn fánróng hé xìngfú.<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">(Translation: Happy Lunar New Year and I hope the year of the Rabbit brings you and your family luck, prosperity and happiness in abundance.)</span>4AMBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13967411603846150467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318338596102683821.post-85681968756853013352010-11-09T08:39:00.000-08:002010-11-09T08:54:53.738-08:004.08 A.M. The Power of Love.Today, I was reminded that I mean something to someone.<br />It's been a while since that feeling has hit me.<br />That feeling of being Important, of Belonging.<br />Today, my opinion counted...<br /><br />Babe (you know who you are), he's a sweet guy, I approve, but he's still on Probation :P<br /><br /><br />And then I came home to a parents embrace.<br />After 3 weeks of living alone, <br />I come home to a smiling parent, Next week the other one returns.<br />And I was reminded, that though they were away,<br />though I was left alone here for both Diwali and My 19Th Birthday.<br />I mean something to them,<br />I mean enough to put smiles on their faces.<br /><br /><br />Mummy & Daddy, I Missed You... Welcome Home.<br /><br /><br />Later, I received a call from the other best friend, <br />The one who's approximately 13,619 kilometers away.<br />We chatted our hearts out like the distance didn't exist.<br />I was again reminded of a different kind of love.<br /><br />Babe, You're amazing, just wait till I get there, I'll travel 8 hours by train every fortnight to meet you if I have to.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Dear Reader I'm on a Mission.<br /><br />What exactly is the Nature of My mission? That's for me to know and for you .. to find out. <br /><br />I will tell you though, that I intend on completing Phase #1 of my Mission by the end of January 2011. <br /><br />Until further notice,<br />Good Night Dear Reader.4AMBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13967411603846150467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318338596102683821.post-35327386734759767762010-10-17T09:20:00.000-07:002010-10-17T09:44:05.977-07:004.07 A.M. Respect.We give respect.. To receive in return.. <br />Don't expect to be respected.. when you can't respect..<br />You are not superior.. even if you are .... SLIGHTLY famous..<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You are not to question the acts of those older than us .. by generations.<br />You should not raise your voice ... even if they MAY or .. may not .. be wrong..<br />You are not superior.. even if you are .... SLIGHTLY taller.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I see you as an asshole... You're younger than I am .. <br />The fuck you think i'm gonna talk to you when your like a 2 faced snake!?<br />HAH! ... sorry I tried being nice to you and believe you were a better person.. but you my friend .. you suck ... you suck bulls balls ...<br />The only reason I give you any acknowledgement .. is cause your my uncle's son...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />On another note... the lack of updates doesn't mean i'm dead and/or the blog is dead .. like most of my blogs tend to get .. I've just been busy..<br /><br /><br />23rd Oct .. Mom and Dad flying off to India..<br />24th Oct... My 19th birthday...<br />24th Oct... I turn 19 alone ...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Happy Birthday .... I guess...<br />Goodnight Dear Reader ..4AMBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13967411603846150467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318338596102683821.post-6264841685465631112010-09-12T07:26:00.000-07:002010-09-12T13:45:45.063-07:004.06 A.M. Wunna Myo Aung.Last night I put my best dress on, put on make up and prepped for a dinner at Dragon Seafood Restaurant. Near Desa Waterpark. Over dinner we broke into a convo about clubs and about places to go for KL's nightlife.. when we realized we had NEVER gone clubbing together.. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />so we came back to my place.. changed.. packed ourselves into the car .. and it was off to Cangkat .. walked down the block to Envee and geared up for an evening of fun .. walked in had a drink and decided the club was crap .. so we walked across the street to Havana .. had a couple of more drinks and decided we wanted to check out Zeta Bar in Hilton...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />as we stepped out of Havana. I bumped into this guy wearing a blue shirt. Looked up and realized it was Rav.. an old buddy.. Caught up a lil and he dropped the worst news imaginable. Wunna Myo Aung, our very own 25 Cent (we used to tease him cause he was all ghetto and rapper like) passed away peacefully on the 5th of September 2010. The day after I hosted my 2nd TOA BBQ.. last time I saw Wunna was in 2008 during another BBQ.. The painful Irony and realization hit me. How i was too caught up with my own life, trying to fit in to places i didn't, trying to be a part of things i didn't deserve. When all the while he tried to reach out, through Facebook, through twitter, he spoke to me without addressing me. But i took no notice of his pain .. I even forgot his birthday this year...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Wunna, I know we used to tease you, call you 25 cent and messed around with jokes about your height. But bro every single one of those moments we spent together will forever dwell in my heart. I backtracked on your FB and I read your updates from way back when you first found out you had lukemia in december 09. I'm proud of you bro for being the strong lil maestro you were. and I'm inspired by you. You showed me that maybe, just maybe life may be greedy and take me away from the world someday soon. But i have to stiffen up my chin and face it like the (wo)man you inspired me to be. I apologize for not realizing. I apologize for not standing behind you like i once said i would. I apologize for never keeping in contact and always saying "i'll message him tomorrow." You meant alot to not just me but my whole family and we all miss you so very dearly. Your in a better place now lil maestro. I hope you've made new friends in Heaven. I'll remember you till i reach the pearly gates and meet you. Save me a place...<br /><br /><br />In Loving Memory of Wunna Myo Aung.<br />R.I.P 25 Cent/Lil Maestro.<br />God bless and you'll forever be in my heart.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />With only 1,903,245,310 seconds to live.<br />Goodnight Dear Reader.4AMBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13967411603846150467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318338596102683821.post-46120798866462453802010-08-26T08:05:00.000-07:002010-08-26T08:23:16.528-07:004.05 A.M. When perseverance pays off.Today I blog while tired but incredibly proud.<br />Today I beam from ear to ear, for I'm the proudest little sister on this planet.<br />Today .. I share the story of My Brother.<br /><br />As a kid he always.. ALWAYS had huge dreams about being an engineer.<br />As a school child .. He studied hard and got good grades. <br />As a college student .. He worked and supported the family when things got tough WHILE studying and managing to still maintain his honors standing.<br />As a University Graduate .. He found out who his true friends were, who was truly there for him, and who was in need of him. <br />My brother has endured some pretty nasty stuff .. stuff that .. i rather not mention and maybe just maybe if you ask me I may tell you.<br />But next week, on monday at 4 pm .. my brother comes home after 4 years, an engineer .. An International Drilling Fluids Specialist. <br /><br />My brother.. My older brother <3<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />apart from that i'm really really tired right now .. so maybe just maybe this post isn't as well written as my other posts. <br /><br />been on my feet all day slogging as my cousins place for her wedding.<br /><br />Proper updates soon!<br /><br />Goodnight Dear Reader.4AMBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13967411603846150467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318338596102683821.post-56880788502569515452010-08-23T12:33:00.000-07:002010-08-23T13:20:08.111-07:004.04 A.M. Artistic SuicideThere comes a time in every artists life when they'll have to make sacrifices,<br />when they'll have to meet and deal with rather indecisive clients,<br />when they'll basically have to alter their entire idea to suit the liking of the client.<br /><br />I expected to meet said people someday in my life.<br />But little did I know that I'd meet them so soon in my journey as an artist.<br />Nor in my wildest dreams did I imagine that said annoying clients would be members of my extended family.<br /><br />Let me explain a short back story just so you get a clearer picture:<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A couple of weeks ago I get a call from my cousin asking if I could help with some deco aspects of her wedding.<br /><br />Obviously I obliged.. what kind of cousin would I be if I said No!??<br /><br />She explained she'd like me to do a Kolam (it's an Indian thing where we use flowers or colored rice to draw out intricate designs at the entrance of the venue at any auspicious functions).<br /><br />I thought, Fair enough! that's pretty easy .. why not?<br /><br />Then a week later I get another call from my cousin, asking if I would mind helping her with her reception deco and drawing out another Kolam at the Ballroom Foyer.<br /><br />Again I obliged, why not? It's not that hard!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />but that was all before today! <br /><br />This morning I was jolted awake by a call from my cousin (no it wasn't super early or anything I just have horrible sem break sleeping habits)asking if I mind being picked up in the next 15 minutes to be taken to the ballroom to finalize some deco things.<br /><br /><br /><br />Lil did I know .. she'd bring her mom and her 3 aunts along. <br /><br /><br />and lets just say that these 4 sisters are amazingly close .. but when it comes to making decisions, there's pretty much ZERO co-operation between the 4.<br /><br /><br />so the discussion began..<br /><br /><br />and my head started throbbing..<br /><br /><br />and I zoned out..<br /><br /><br />and zoned back in..<br /><br />and the arguments were still being thrown around..<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It probably the longest 2 hours of my life!<br /><br /><br />and then they came to the Kolam.. I was supposed to measure the size of the Kolam.<br /><br /><br />another 45 minutes worth of arguments unfolded in front of me. <br /><br />My word! I felt like my head was SERIOUSLY buzzing!<br /><br />FINALLY took the measurements after another cousin of mine stepped in and said "do what you think is right. we trust you!."<br /><br /><br />the argument stopped at that point. HOWEVER! the suggestions didn't.<br /><br /><br /><br />each one of them with their different ideas, all thrown out for me to catch in a net. and I swear at that point my "idea-catching-net" had a hole in it. So everything they said literally slipped away unnoticed. <br /><br /><br />But measurements were taken.. and Diagrams were made..<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and now on Saturday, 28th August 2010, between 12pm - 5pm (just before the reception) I will be committing what I'd like to call .. AN ARTISTIC SUICIDE! .. because I have agreed to draw out a full colored <span style="font-weight:bold;">9 x 10 FT </span><span style="font-weight:bold;"></span> Kolam in the Foyer of The Dorsett Regency. <br /><br /><br />Goodbye world, I may not come back sane.4AMBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13967411603846150467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318338596102683821.post-71101977049057871542010-08-22T11:41:00.000-07:002010-08-22T11:55:35.884-07:004.03 A.M. The Worlds Band.A kid at the pawn shop just bought his first drum machine,<br />From the slums, but them buttons will take him to another kingdom,<br />A woman humming in a kitchen in brazil, <br />While 50 tenants listen by sticking there heads outside the window sill, <br />This shit is real, <br />Hear the sounds across the land, <br />No name brands, <br />Woman and man jam on pots and pans, <br />A musician with lost dreams, <br />Sitting on concrete, <br />Playing his heart out on missing guitar strings, <br />Street performers for a quarter put on the show of there life, <br />An emcee gets put on the spot rocks it and tears up the mic, <br />The human instrument, <br />Reaching continents in long distances, <br />No need for sophisticated systems for us to listen in, <br />Countries at war, expressing hate through there aggression. <br />While two musicians on each side are having a jam session,<br />Whether both em know it or not, they are collaborating. <br />You never know which way your music is navigating,<br />Across the seas I hear piano keys playin, <br />Translating languages through the rhythms in beats banging, <br />A universal exchange, of personal pains and joys, <br />It started with a verse, each person just came and joined in, <br />Some are complete strangers, some only teenagers, <br />All of us creators, we are the dream makers, <br />Internationally transmitting through bandwidth, <br />Passing this bands passion so the masses can jam with us, <br />All are invited to play, none are required to pay, <br />Let the virus spread, inspire heads,<br />Just listen and breathe to it, <br />I hope that you feel movement, <br />Different souls around globe, connected through sound making, <br />They set the foundation now we take it to groundbreaking.4AMBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13967411603846150467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318338596102683821.post-25471810717718236902010-08-21T07:26:00.000-07:002010-08-21T07:35:02.916-07:004.02 A.M. Chronicles of Liquid Eyeliners.Never attempt to put eyeliner on in a car.<br />You may think your doing great! You've got one eye done perfectly and you've waited a couple of minutes extra to make sure it's dry and you get started on eye no.2.<br />But BAM!....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The person driving the car slams the breaks unexpectedly, your eyeliner wand jabs into your cornea, all you can see for the next 5 minutes are red stars and tears start to flow uncontrollably.<br />You instinctively rub your eye with the back part of your hand.<br />Your eyeliner smudges all over the side of your face.<br />Your eye looks puffy and red,<br />and your every hope of trying to look pretty in an emergent situation fails... Epicly<br />because now not only do you look like a blow fish.. but your attempt to reapply eyeliner only results in more tears from your poor eye. <br /><br /><br /><br />so yes dear reader .. don't apply eyeliner in the car.4AMBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13967411603846150467noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318338596102683821.post-89433457408677800462010-08-20T13:35:00.001-07:002010-08-20T14:11:51.010-07:004.01 A.M.Once again, I have set off on a journey of late night blogging. Once again, I find myself opening a new web log just cause I realized how lame my previous blog URL's were. How unnecessarily dark they were. Am I a dark person? (Oh shut up i'm not talking about my skin color you racist hoodlum! BUT FOR THE RECORD, I believe I'm considered fairly .... fair .. by Indian standards.) I realize I'm attracted to dark things. For instance, The skull phone I saw in S&J that I really wish someone would buy me for my birthday, Metal Music, might I add I'm out of my death metal phase ..<div><br /></div><div>Dear Members of Ten Masked Men,</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I have come to realize that your unnecessary usage of grunts and sad excuses for words just do not classify as MUSIC. And that rendition of Cry Me A River of yours?? was downright scary. Please don't quit your day jobs.. wait if your day job IS music .. then ... I'm sorry but your future is in the back of my dog's kennel.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sincerely,</div><div>Your-ex-fan-who-was-once-deranged-enough-to-listen-to-your-music.</div><div><br /></div><div>but in all honesty tho, i only ever really listened for the guitar and drum solo's. However, I've moved down to less ... threatening genre's of rock. Gore attracts me too! Quite honestly I enjoy a good dose of blood spill and gut explosion in games,cartoons and/or movies. Oh and if you've ever read my previous blogs dear reader, and if you have ever read my poetry, You'd see what I mean about being dark, I think I've only ever written 3 "not-dark" poem's.. EVER. and i'm a sucker for underground symbolism. oh yeah you know what I mean. (for the record ... I love GOD)</div><div><br /></div><div>see writing like this lets me express myself without being judged. Well wipe that smirk off your face I know you've probably judged me 6 times if not more from the beginning of this post till now. My point is, you'll have to wait till the end of each post to decide what your conclusion is about me, and more often than not you'll probably come back, read a new post, and then the conclusion you drew that previous time... changes .. or get's altered slightly. </div><div><br /></div><div>What exactly is the point of this post? I don't know.. </div><div>What exactly am I doing blogging at 4 am (well 5 now) ? I don't know!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Am I planning to sleep? I don't............................</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Actually yes, Good <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">Night</span> Morning Dear Reader.</div>4AMBloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13967411603846150467noreply@blogger.com0