Occupancy.

I've been keeping myself occupied this semester break, quite well, I might add. 
To date, I have sewed 5 pencil cases and 2 blouses. I've worked and will almost every day of February, with the exception of next Friday as I will be on leave for awesome purposes :D 

I have yet, however, to make, yes, make, a notebook for myself. 

I've failed with Project 365. Well, I haven't failed it completely, I just stalled on collecting the photos. And it's been too long since I organized my photo's by date, I'll try and pick it up again when I find my daily pictures for the past month. 

I have also a new resolution :) I feel I've become too attached to gadgets and the internet. Therefore, every time I have free time, I'll pull out a book instead of popping up a game on the iPad, or surfing YouTube for no reason whatsoever. It's going quite well. I'm expecting to finish Life of Pi tomorrow, and let me just share something with you. I forget how amazing reading is, really I do. Just today, when I started reading Life of Pi again, I found myself imagining the book play out in my head, and mind you it wasn't the actual movie I was imagining, but the movie that I made in my head, myself, based on the few chapters that I'd read. It was really entertaining and I felt like I couldn't wait to get back to the book to continue that movie in my head. I had to remind myself that it wasn't a movie I'd get back to, but a book. 

The mind is wonderful! 

-K-

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.

It's you, you rare and unearthly thing.

Jane Eyre; the movie based on the book of the same name by Charlotte Brontë.

The title of this entry is a line from the movie. The original line from the book is "...You -- you strange -- you almost unearthly thing...". And this is when it was said in the movie:

Mia and Michael as Mr Rochester and Jane. 

Without a doubt, one of the most profound scenes I have ever seen.
The scene where Mr Fairfax Rochester proposes to Jane Eyre.

As to Mia Wasikowska's performance as Jane in this scene, I have only one word to describe with: real.
Maybe two words: Extremely real.
You could just tell how doubtful, angry and passionate she was. I didn't feel like I was watching a movie, it was more like watching a real person expressing their feelings. So that's someone who knows how to do their job fantastically for you.

Michael Fassbender will always be Michael Fassbender... the versatile and amazing actor that he is. I'll watch anything with him in it, anything.

I just can't get over the fact that I remember this scene out of all the scenes in the good movies I've seen, which means that it has made that kind of impact on me. The dialogue was just fantastic, and so soulful and meaningful. The cinematography, the setting. Perfect. I just am in love with it.

I'll even go out on a limb and declare it my favourite, and believe me I've let my brain battle over it and the scene where Elizabeth rejects Mr Darcy's first marriage proposal in Pride & Prejudice (2005) starring Keira Knightley and Matthew Macfadyen.

Mr Darcy (Michael Macfadyen) proposing to Elizabeth (Keira Knightley). 

As you probably notice, I love period pieces. Movies set in old times, like medieval, or renaissance or in the case of the two mentioned movies above, the romantic era (19th century).

I so strongly recommend the two movies above, if you don't mind emotional love stories, good classical music and long movies.

I have no idea what you'll think of the scene and the movie as a whole.. but I'll tell you now, again, it's one of the best I've seen. Probably because I have an old soul...and like what may seem like boring old things to other people. My friends always tell me I like things that make them fall asleep...and thus one of them devised a befitting nickname for me.
Granny.
Apparently I laugh like one too. Whatever that means.

Till the next time
Love,
A-Mr-Rochester-and-Mr-Darcy-Fan.

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 ;)

Sad, but understandable.

For the first time in 2+ years, the Macster has failed me ;(

It's old and too full, and overworked.


Hang in there Macster.
You're still loved.

-K

Pseudo-nativity.

Because thunder bolts bellow in my heart whenever you're around,
Right after it skips a beat.

So many times I've walked into this sandpit,
So many times I've had the chance to take another route.
As my feet step over the imaginary line that separates clouded judgement and heartfelt truth,
I give a nod towards the path of self assurance,
A glance at the path of hope, and a sorrow stare at the path of patience.
So familiar, so immune to the complications and the consequences.


The sandpit engulfs me, caresses me and feeds my emotions,
Its heaviness on my chest, still accommodating my breathing.
Until I have occupied it enough.

It spits me out, it disowns me.
Its comforting burden, warm and gritty, gone.


Stark feelings of hatred, inundate the very molecules of my body.
Then solemnness. Hollowness. Fear.
In whom, now then, shall I confide?
To whom shall I express my feelings, without even having to say word?
Who, then, will surround me with every particle of their being?


Who will pin my heart down, claiming it theirs?
Who will remove my heart's projection for the world to see,
and place it back in my chest with the right key?

Im lost,
People come and go, telling me stories as they pass.
I hear, I listen, but my heart refuses to let up.

My heart will not give me leave to give up.


Instead it beats, it yearns and it strives.

I'll fall again, and there is no doubt.
I'll choose the path leading to serenity.
I'll choose patience, hope and self assurance,
And not give heed to the mist.

Apologies, extended, past the luminescent barrier.

Because this post is going to be a girly one. So girly, that you might want to look away.

I haven't posted something completely random and boring in a while, so I though, 'Why not now?'.
Since, I am in the midst of what you would call a jam packed week (albeit not as jam packed as a fortnight ago), I decided to let my eyes do a little washing (direct Malay translation of "cuci mata", yes) and get a little pampering for a bit.
They have been serving me well, looking at/through, reading and scanning notes/books/slides/paperwork etc.

Well, eyes. Cry over these pictures, if you must, of sheer disbelief, that it could be true.

That someone so drool-worthy, could exist.

Well, isn't that a man. Wooh!

Joe Manganiello: burly, rugged goodness, with beard for good measure. DROOOOOL.

This post, I have to admit, is so high school. Think of it as me reminiscing over the days that are long gone. :D

END OF (perhaps).